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My heart began to race again. I walked up to him, crouched down, and squeezed a bit of ointment onto my fingertip. His skin was hot, and his muscles were taut. I gently circled my fingers around his ankle, massaging to promote the absorption of the medicine. This position... felt a bit too close. I could smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent, and his warm breath brushed over the top of my head.
My cheeks burned uncontrollably, and even my ears turned red. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on my hand, his expression inscrutable. The surroundings were quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and our slightly hurried heartbeats echoing in the stillness.
"All done..." I felt like I was running out of oxygen and quickly withdrew my hand, standing up. "It might hurt a bit, but it should feel much better tomorrow." He moved his ankle a little, seemingly feeling some relief. "Hmm."
Then he lifted his head and looked directly at me. In those usually cold eyes, there seemed to be a warmth reminiscent of the sunset's glow. “Xia Zhi,” he called my name, and this "thank you" felt more sincere and solemn than any previous times.
I was taken aback by his gaze and hurriedly waved my hand. "N-no problem..."
Just then, his teammates approached. "Xingyan, why are you here alone?"
"Sis... uh, Xia Zhi is here too?" Fat Zhao almost called me by the wrong name again but was nudged by a teammate beside him.
Lu Xingyan stood up, returning to his usual aloof demeanor. "It's nothing; we’re about to leave." He didn’t look at me again as he joined his teammates.
I stood there watching his figure disappear around the corner, slowly realizing that I had somehow become another “unexpected” focal point after the basketball game. This time, the attention was something he had willingly given.
I glanced down at my fingers smeared with ointment; they still seemed to hold a trace of his warmth. Inside me, it felt as if something had broken through the surface and was growing wildly.
After the basketball game, my relationship with Lu Xingyan became even more “enigmatic” in the eyes of others. Especially that moment when I applied medicine to him—it seemed someone had captured it and exaggeratedly posted it on the forum with an eye-catching title: “Confirmed! Academic Genius Lu Xingyan and Class Three Xia Zhi’s Romance Exposed? Intimate Healing Behind the Gym!”
This time, some posts even began analyzing my “rise,” from bumping into him at the start of school to being desk partners, then offering Band-Aids, treating him to milk tea, and now this basketball game “healing,” suggesting that I was scheming step by step to get closer to Lu Xingyan.
I stared at those distasteful words, shaking with anger as tears welled up in my eyes. How could they fabricate such things and make malicious assumptions? Lu Xingyan and I were clearly... just desk partners, only slightly more familiar than ordinary classmates!
Lin Weiwei was furious and wanted to argue on the forum, but I held her back. "It's useless; the more we explain, the more they’ll go wild." I sniffed and tried hard to hold back my tears.
What saddened me more was that this time, Lu Xingyan’s reaction seemed... different. He appeared to revert back to that initial “iceberg” desk partner persona. In class, he no longer passed me notes with problem solutions; after class, he immediately put on headphones and rarely cast a glance in my direction. That deliberate distance felt cold.
Was he trying to avoid suspicion? Or did he also believe what was said on the forum?
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