My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 136: Unrequited Love, the Turmoil of One’s Heart

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Unrequited Love, the Turmoil of One’s Heart

Fu Ying didn’t sleep well last night, tossing and turning in bed, thinking several times of picking up her phone to call him, but held back, figuring he might be busy.

When she went to bed, he was unknowingly at some location in the city, conducting a rescue operation.

At night, when everything was silent, several fireflies flew into the firefighters’ dormitory and landed on the window. Just as Shen Liguang had a moment to call the girl, the alarm bell rang again.

Fire gear was stripped off and put on again, and in seconds they were dispatched.

The fire truck was very quiet, no one wanted to waste their energy talking, each one’s face stern, a stark contrast to their usual joking demeanor.

"Hey, do you remember the girl we rescued during the day? She was really pretty."

"What does her being pretty have to do with you?"

"Can’t I just mention it? What if today I played the hero and she pledged herself to me?"

"Keep dreaming."

The atmosphere in the vehicle lightened up, Shen Liguang unintentionally glanced at the small wristband on his wrist and frowned. He could not pay attention to anything else while working, only now realizing that the wristband was almost breaking from the heat.

He then pulled out a sachet the girl had embroidered for him from his pocket, just as he took it out, someone saw it.

"What’s this? A gift from a girl?"

"Yeah." Shen Liguang smiled, his eyes gleaming, "A gift from a girl."

His girl, probably in a beautiful dream now.

Shen Liguang turned and looked out the window, where it seemed the girl’s reflection appeared.

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Fu Ying leaned on the desk with her headphones on, listening to a song that Xia Jinyun had played for her during the first year of high school, still deeply moved by it now.

The white light came through the glass window, not harsh, warmly basking her body. Fu Ying looked outside, where Cheng Yiyi and a few girls were dragging another girl toward a shaded path.

Fu Ying frowned, feeling someone lightly tapping her shoulder.

She pulled off her headphones and looked up at the person.

"That, Fu, Fu Ying, you might not recognize me, but we were in the same high school. I wrote you a love letter, my name is Shi Xiaofeng."

The boy stood nervously in front of her desk.

Fu Ying didn’t recognize him, but remembered the name Shi Xiaofeng.

The boy who had found her exam room during a test and slipped a love letter under her seat.

The boy who feared domestic abuse from her, daring to confess via letter only because she had suddenly changed her attitude.

During the three years of high school, she had only seen his love letters, never the person himself.

Unexpectedly, years later, they would end up at the same college.

Fu Ying nodded: "I remember you."

Shi Xiaofeng, head bowed, extremely nervous and shy, tightly clutching a love letter, handed it forward: "Here, take this."

Fu Ying hesitated: "This is?"

"A love letter."

Fu Ying waved her hand, smiling apologetically: "I can’t accept it."

Shi Xiaofeng didn’t say anything, anxiously and awkwardly stuffed the letter into her hand, but it dropped to the floor, then he didn’t care for anything else, hastily fleeing the scene.

Fleeing.

From the moment he stood in front of Fu Ying, he was completely nervous.

Out of courtesy, Fu Ying picked up the love letter and tucked it into her book.

Not accepting, but also not trampling.

Lin Lishan returned the book then picked up her bag: "Fu Ying, come with me to pick up a parcel."

Sheng Chen had sent Lin Lishan a birthday gift, and the girl was overjoyed, constantly bragging about it in front of her.

"Get yourself a boyfriend, as your friend I can’t bear to see you single all the time."

Fu Ying was holding a knee pad, thinking he was involved in such dangerous work and often got bruised, he might need it.

Hearing Lin Lishan talk to her, she silently put the knee pad down.

Lin Lishan said, "A knee pad, buying it for your dad?"

Fu Ying: "..."

Fu Ying stifled a laugh and nodded.

Lin Lishan also picked up the knee brace and examined it: "I should buy one for my dad."

Fu Ying didn’t buy one.

When they went out to pay, the owner said, "One knee brace is twenty, two for thirty, it’s more cost-effective to buy two."

Lin Lishan looked at her, hands empty: "You didn’t buy one?"

Then, Fu Ying went back and got a knee brace to take home for "Dad."

The bachelor apartment felt somewhat cozy.

Shen Liguang received a call from Zhao Zhi: "Wanna go have some fun?"

"No, thanks."

Zhao Zhi: "What’s gotten into you? You weren’t like this back in school, were you?"

He had good grades in school but was never the well-behaved child.

The friends he hung out with were usually the troublemaker students who started dating girlfriends in junior high.

When each of them was embracing a girlfriend, all his passion was for airplane models.

Even the most mature people have a childhood, and with childhood come ridiculous dreams—back then, he wanted to be an airplane manufacturing engineer.

To afford a model airplane, he worked odd jobs and saved for a whole semester just to buy one.

Shen Liguang collected his thoughts and spoke into the phone: "I have to accompany your mom."

"Damn!" Zhao Zhi cursed and hung up.

Shen Liguang smiled, put down the phone, went to the bathroom, and when he came out, Fu Ying was already back from school.

He sat on the sofa, his eyes inadvertently swept over to Qibao, the little guy was obviously hungry, staring pitifully at him.

It seemed, sensing his gaze, Qibao leaned towards him, rubbing against his hand and cooing as if pouting.

Shen Liguang couldn’t help but smile, the spoilt cat raised by the young lady was quite good at acting cute.

Shen Liguang got up to check if there was any cat food in the bag Fu Ying brought last night.

The young girl was quite thoughtful, running away from home yet still brought along cat food.

After feeding the cat, Shen Liguang prepared to zip up the bag, looked down, and saw a notebook inside—it was flipped open to a date that seemed to be a diary.

Shen Liguang hesitated, then took the notebook out.

He casually flipped it open, inside was written: 09.6.16 I thought my liking for you was just a whim, until later, your name always appeared on my draft papers.

09.7.3 I don’t often get to see you, but I discovered that you appear periodically at the station opposite the school. Every Thursday it’s my turn for duty, and I always volunteer to take out the trash because I might catch a glimpse of you.

09.8.19 I thought I would see you a lot during summer break, but it turns out you were so busy it’s as if you never appeared.

10.2.19 Wanted to send you a New Year’s greeting, but it seems... we aren’t really that acquainted.

Shen Liguang lowered his head, reading seriously, and as he read, his heart began to feel sour.

The young girl at that naive, confused age was thinking about a man.

Then she secretly wrote him into her diary—besides some unspeakable secrets, there were also sketches of that person.

Shen Liguang was about to flip from the beginning to the end when he heard the sound of a key being inserted at the door.

He put the diary back into the bag and zipped it up, then walked to the balcony to light a cigarette.

Unbeknownst to him, it had rained outside.

He turned back and glanced at Fu Ying; the girl’s clothes were already wet.

Shen Liguang immediately extinguished his cigarette and went over to wrap her in a dry towel.

"Sorry, I didn’t know it was raining. I didn’t come to pick you up."

"It started raining at the entrance of the community."

"Do you want to wash up?"

Fu Ying hesitated for a moment, glanced at her clothes sticking tightly to her body, and nodded.