Ideal Mary Sue

On the contrary, after Zhang Yue’s confession incident, she didn’t become dispirited like Su Ning thought.

“NingNing, don’t worry about me.” Zhang Yue took a bite out of an apple. “Now I have no regrets in my high school life!”

Zhang Yue never ate cake again.

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The old library is where Wei Qing often goes in and out.

It’s very quiet here and hardly anyone comes here. There’s no sound of pages turning nor an eager gaze watching him from behind a shelf or desk trying to put themselves into his line of sight.

Yet today there was an uninvited guest.

A girl was lying by the window enjoying the only electric fan in the library, with her head resting on her arms, sleeping soundly.

Wei Qing has always been very annoyed by all the girls who would deliberately try and stick themselves to his side. The annoyance started in kindergarten when an unreasonable little girl forcibly kissed him. He still can’t get rid of the nauseating, greasy feeling. Yes, that’s right, the little tyrant had sour cream all over her mouth. She even bit him, giving his younger self severe mental trauma.

It was so severe that he refused to come into contact with any girls, especially that fatty from a few days ago, holding the cake he hates the most and confessing to him loudly from downstairs, just like the little tyrant who stood by his door so many years ago. Their behavior was the same.

It’s so fucking disgusting.

Wei Qing carried his bag and sat the farthest away from Su Ning.

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In the hot and dry weather with no electric fan, Wei Qing felt that his back was soaked with sweat. The words from the book were jumping around right in front of his eyes. I’m going to have a heatstroke…

Wei Qing glanced at the electric fan from time to time. I used to use the fan…

Wei Qing said to himself. I’ll just go to the new library; at least that one has air conditioning. He shook his head. Absolutely not, there are too many people in that library. I’ll just have to endure it for the time being…

I’m barely holding on as it is! Why can the fan only be used by her?!

Wei Qing grabbed his schoolbag and sat opposite to Su Ning, trying to move as lightly as possible in order to not wake her up. He didn’t want her to be staring at him all afternoon.

The breeze from the fan finally took away the heat.

Wei Qing felt his body and mind relax as his slender fingers turned over the pages and wrote down key points in his notebook.

When Wei Qing works on math problems, he likes to spin his pen around his thumb. The faster he spins, the clearer his thoughts will be.

The cap came loose and flew into Su Ning’s hair.

Wei Qing looked at her face subconsciously to see if she had a reaction.

Yet he could no longer look away.

The afternoon sun shined through the leaves and cast a light layer of yellow on her body. Her trembling eyelashes resembled butterfly wings flying through the wind, with a small and delicate nose and pink-tinted lips that opened slightly whenever she took a breath.

As if possessed, Wei Qing reached out and touched her face.

Smooth and delicate, it makes it hard for people to stop touching…

The pen, still without its cap, slid across the table and landed on the ground with a clatter.

Wei Qing quickly withdrew his hand and didn’t look at her again, but he couldn’t focus on the book either.

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For several days, Wei Qing would see her here.

Now and then she would sleep on her stomach, and sometimes she would sit and read a book.

When Su Ning slept, Wei Qing would sit across from her and stare at her without saying a word, studying her features. When she would sit and read a book, he would stand beside the bookshelf and stare at her from a distance.

The electric fan is as old as the library and finally, on this day, it went on strike.

Wei Qing silently looked at the beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. She wrinkled her nose, seemingly very uncomfortable.

After staring at her closed eyes for a long time, Wei Qing sighed and said: “I really lost to you…”

He ripped out two sheets of paper from his notebook, folded it into a simple fan and fanned her up and down.

“Fuck, I must have taken the wrong medicine today!”

Contrary to his words, his hand didn’t stop fanning her. Seeing her nose not wrinkled anymore, the corners of his mouth rose, and his peach blossom eyes curved, resembling a crescent moon.

With his chin resting on his hand, he stared at her, ignoring his back soaked with sweat. He began to think that this afternoon couldn’t get any better.

As he watched her intensely, she opened her eyes.

“You…”

Her eyes were pure and bright. It was so mesmerizing that it seemed to suck his heart and soul away.

“Don’t misunderstand.” Wei Qing withdrew his gaze, turned his head sideways, and said, indifferently: “The fan’s broken, so it’s cooler by the window.”

“En.” Su Ning nodded, smiled at him, and said: “Thank you.”

“En?”

“When I fell asleep, I felt windy. It must have been because you were fanning me.” Su Ning pointed to the paper fan in his hand.

“Maybe.”

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“Yueyue, why do you keep looking at the schedule?” Su Ning saw her motionlessly staring at the schedule glued to the lid of the stationary box.

“No, no.” Zhang Yue hurriedly closed the stationery box, laughed, and said with a smile, “We have P.E. in the afternoon.”

Su Ning hadn’t looked at the schedule. The character ‘WEI’ was written next to P.E. in a heart drawn with a red highlighter.

“We have P.E. again?!” Su Ning resented that class a lot. The P.E. teacher is a very serious and earnest person. Since the incident where she fainted in class, she’s been labeled as weak, so the P.E. teacher said, “You seniors, ah, you should exercise well. With so much work to get done, how will you cope without a healthy body?” So, in addition to the routine two-laps, Su Ning also has to run an additional lap.

P.E. class.

While running, Su Ning hid behind Zhang Yue, not daring to look at the P.E. teacher in fear of being called out by her.

Zhang Yue, however, suddenly stopped.

Su Ning, who had her head lowered, slammed into Zhang Yue’s back. This is the first time that Su Ning has deeply felt her fatness. The impact didn’t harm Zhang Yue in any way, but on the contrary, Su Ning was sent to the floor by the recoil. Her hands supported her fall, and her skin got torn. Ah, my butt! Pain! It hurts so much!

“Wow, look Wei Qing, it’s the fatty. I heard them say that the fatty is in Class 23, the worst class in our grade…” Yang Wei passed the ball to him and signaled him to look at the runway.

“Class 23?” Wei Qing remembered that Su Ning was also in that class. He secretly went through the textbook she put on the table in the library, and the line for class had said ‘Senior Class 23’.

Wei Qing looked at the runway. Isn’t the one jogging behind the fatty Su Ning?

“Haha, look how surprised the fatty is by you!”

What happened the next second made Wei Qing drop the ball, jump over the railing and run towards her.

When Su Ning was about to blow the wound on her hand, he hurriedly started to scold her.

“Don’t you have eyes?!” Wei Qing was more angry than the person wounded. His peach blossom eyes stared at her angrily: “Can’t you see that the person in front of you stopped??”

“Olympic champions dare not lower their heads when they run, but you dare?! Who are you? The champion of the universe?!”

“Or are you actually a bat?! Are you able to locate by ultrasound?!”

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“Hands.”