A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

here?

Shen Ye looked around and paused for a moment.

My mind raced, searching for relevant memories from my childhood.

But it's a pity.

Those fragmented memories, separated by eleven years, can only be vaguely pieced together to form a few outlines:

It seems... something did happen between me and Chu Cihan here.

The smell of earth, the sunset, and a sulky little girl.

As for what exactly happened, I really can't remember right now.

"......"

Judging from Chu Cihan's expectant yet restrained expression, this was definitely not a trivial matter that could be mentioned casually.

It must be a very important memory.

What is it.....

Shen Ye closed his eyes, forcing himself to sink down.

Elementary school... Labor practice garden... Chu Ci Han.

These three words, like three threads, slowly approached each other in the darkness of my mind, and suddenly—

"Smack."

A bright light flashed, and Shen Ye's long-dormant memories were finally triggered.

.............

That was in first grade.

Shortly after the start of the semester, the school organized a practical labor class.

All first-year students in the school were divided into pairs to plant vegetable seedlings in the labor practice garden.

It's called labor education, but it's really just taking the kids to play in the mud, taking a few photos and posting them in the parents' group chat, euphemistically called "getting close to nature".

When assigning partners, the teacher arranged them according to their student ID numbers.

When it was announced that Shen Ye and Chu Cihan were in the same group, seven-year-old Shen Ye's little heart skipped a beat, and he was at a loss.

He had heard of the name Chu Cihan.

This little girl in their class is so beautiful, she looks like she stepped out of a painting.

On the first day of school, half the boys in the class gathered around her, pulling out their most treasured Ultraman cards as if they were showing off, just wanting to say a word to her.

After all, they are children; it is their nature to be close to beautiful things.

The results of it.

She ignores everyone who tries to talk to her.

A simple "hello" was met with a cold, indifferent look.

A simple "Want to play together?" earned me a turn of the back of his head.

The card was handed to him, but he didn't even look at it.

Over the course of a few days, all the attempts to be helpful were met with indifference. The children got hurt, and the news spread like wildfire, with the saying "Chu Cihan is an ice block" and "Talking to her will freeze you to death" spreading throughout the entire first grade.

From then on, no one dared to approach.

As Shen Ye listened to these rumors and looked at the two names next to hers on the list, he felt as uneasy as if he had a rabbit in his pocket on the way to the practice park.

And as it turns out...

At first, things did go pretty much as he expected.

Upon arriving at the practice garden, after the teacher explained the key points, each group received a small shovel, a watering can, and seedlings, and dispersed to their respective fields to work.

Chu Cihan didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

Shen Ye secretly glanced at her—a small girl with two braids, her sleeves neatly rolled up, squatting by the ridge, head down, busy with her own things.

Ignore him.

Ok.

Shen Ye didn't want to make a fool of himself.

If you ignore me, I won't bother you. We'll each have our own space and not disturb each other. I'll just finish my classes.

He was quite skillful, and he learned it after watching the teacher demonstrate it once.

Digging holes, placing seedlings, straightening them, filling in soil, compacting it, and watering—the whole process is done in a very professional manner.

In less than half a class period, his three cherry tomato seedlings on one side had stood up neatly, each with two tender leaves on top, looking very energetic.

Shen Ye patted the mud off his hands, let out a long breath, and turned his head triumphantly:

Then I saw the other side.

Across from her, Chu Cihan was still struggling with her vegetable seedlings.

To be precise, it was watching her vegetable seedlings, which were visibly falling over one after another.

One tree leaned to the east, another to the west, and two trees lay flat on their sides, their tender leaves pressed against the mud.

She plants one tree and supports it.

I helped him up, then let go, and he slumped over.

If you try to prop it up again, it will tilt again.

Shen Ye: ?

Perhaps it was because he was staring too directly that Chu Cihan noticed his gaze.

The little head suddenly turned around, and a pair of eyes glared at him fiercely, like a little kitten with its fur standing on end.

After glaring at her, she quickly turned back, straightened her back, pretended to be at ease, and continued to support the seedlings with her chin raised.

I'm just not serious yet; once I get serious, it'll be a piece of cake.

As a result, he let go.

The seedlings collapsed with a "plop" again.

The kitten froze.

Chu Cihan stared at the flattened vegetable seedling for several seconds.

Then, the seven-year-old young lady broke down.

She grabbed a small shovel and poked and poked at the soil along the edge of the ridge, creating a series of small pits. As she poked, she pursed her lips, and the ends of her braids twitched with anger.

"puff......"

Shen Ye, watching this scene from the side, couldn't help but chuckle.

But he was also afraid of being beaten.

After much hesitation, his good intentions finally prevailed over his will to survive, and he spoke hesitantly.

"that....."

Chu Cihan paused with his shovel, turned around, and looked at him warily.

"You...you didn't bury enough soil."

Shen Ye shrank back when glared at, and quickly pointed to his own side as an example.

"First, dig the hole a little deeper, put the seedling in, hold it with one hand, and use the other hand to push the soil back up. Don't press too hard when you do this. After you're done, water it, making sure to water the roots..."

As he spoke, he dug a new hole, placed the seedling, straightened it, covered it with soil, compacted it, and watered it.

After completing the procedure, Miao stood steadily and proudly.

Chu Cihan squatted down beside him, watching intently.

Her little brows were furrowed, her lips were pursed into a line, and her eyes were fixed on his every step.

After reading it, she didn't say anything and turned back to her own side.

I tried to imitate the same movements, but it was a bit slow and I was a little flustered.

However, the seedlings stood firm.

A gust of wind blew by, and the seedling swayed slightly, but remained steady and upright.

Chu Cihan stared at the standing vegetable seedling, his eyes widening little by little, shining as if two stars had fallen into them.

She turned to look at Shen Ye.

His eyes changed.

From being wary of the ice cubes, they began to look at them with newfound respect.

On second thought, this little boy was actually quite good-looking—clean and tidy, with two small tiger teeth when he smiled, and he was the only one in her class that she found pleasing to the eye.

Miss Ice's interest was thus piqued.

pity.

Shen Ye was unaware of these things.

He only saw that Miss Ice had finally finished planting the seedlings, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease. He packed up the shovel and watering can, patted the mud off his pants, and turned to leave.

"stop."

A voice came from behind.

Shen Ye's feet were rooted to the spot.

The sound wasn't loud, it could even be described as cold, yet it was strangely pleasant to hear.

It was crisp and clear, like a pebble falling into a porcelain bowl, making a "ding" sound, and hitting him directly on the top of his head when he was seven years old.

That was the first time Shen Ye heard Chu Cihan speak to him.

It was the first time I'd ever realized that the silent ice cube could have such a beautiful voice.

He slowly turned around.

Chu Cihan stood at the other end of the field, the setting sun casting a long shadow of her small figure.

The little girl crossed her arms over her chest, her chin slightly raised, and wore an expression that was completely out of character for her age—a cold and aloof one.

"Ahem, you!"

The kitten cleared its throat.

Try to make your tone sound casual, as if you are giving an insignificant command.

"When we get back to class, give me your QQ number."

Shen Ye: ".....Huh?"

"QQ number".

Chu Cihan repeated impatiently, but her ears turned red quietly in the setting sun.

Write it to me.