"Sure, I can arrange an opportunity for you, but let's keep it straightforward. Tomorrow night, invite her to Lijing Park, and we'll create a typical romantic surprise confession like in those cliché idol dramas. As for how you do it, that's up to you; we'll fully cooperate." Shuai Dong seemed quite interested. Well, after the confession, no matter her answer—yes or no—I would feel at ease. As we walked and chatted, I was reminded of my birthday when we sang loudly on the street. I wondered what Pang Hao was doing now. After returning home, I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed. How could I confess to Xia Ying in a way that would deeply move her? With a helpless sigh, I picked up my phone and opened a music app to relax. Just as I was listening to a song, an idea suddenly struck me...
The next morning, I called Shuai Dong, A Fei, and Pang Hao to gather at the entrance of Lijing Park. Once everyone arrived, we strolled into the park to discuss my plan. As soon as we entered, I saw a large sign with a makeshift office being set up below it for 'registration.' The sign had the logo of Boiling Sports on it, with a prominent slogan reading 'National Youth Street Basketball Championship' and the abbreviation 'sb' below it. We paused to look at it for a moment before heading deeper into the park. I noticed A Fei's eyes lingering on the registration area. "Guys, you have to cooperate with me tonight; I want to..." I shared my thoughts with them. Shuai Dong laughed and punched my chest playfully: "Haha, no wonder Xia Ying calls you a romantic! You really have it!" I stuck my tongue out at him mischievously; tonight I was going to learn how adults confess.
After we finalized our plans and walked out of the park onto the country road, we spotted someone staring blankly at the Street Basketball Championship sign at the entrance. "Those two people look familiar," I said as I squinted into the distance. "It's Jiang Lingfeng..." A Fei suddenly whispered. I focused and indeed recognized him; Jiang Lingfeng's team from Hejiang Middle School had been eliminated by Experiment Three in the semifinals of the City High League. What was he doing here? Was he interested in the Street Basketball Championship too? We approached him. "You guys are here too?" Jiang Lingfeng greeted us as he walked over. "Ling Feng Senior still remembers us!" A Fei and I smiled as we approached him. "How could I forget? Yu Chengfei and Xiang Jie from Yulin High School—we faced off twice in warm-up matches." Jiang Lingfeng was surprisingly talkative; I had thought that more famous players would be more arrogant, but that wasn't necessarily true. "Are you interested in the Street Basketball Championship too?" A Fei asked him. Jiang Lingfeng replied, "Yeah, that's why I'm here to check it out..." Did he want to participate? We chatted with him for a bit before heading home.
Before long, evening arrived. After reaching Lijing Park, I called Xia Ying according to our plan. "Hello, Sister Ying, are you free?" After she answered, I spoke first in an urgent tone. "Yes, what's up?" Xia Ying replied with some confusion. "I got my wallet stolen here at Lijing Park and can't get back; could you bring me two coins?" I continued executing my plan. "Huh? Why not call your parents or A Fei? Sounds suspicious..." Xia Ying was sharp and not easily fooled. "My parents' phones are off, and A Fei's phone is out of credit. Alright then! You must be thinking 'how coincidental,' right? If you're not helping me out..." I pretended to be impatient and hung up. Knowing Xia Ying well, she would definitely call me back saying she was on her way.
As expected, not long after hanging up, my phone buzzed with a message from Xia Ying: 'I'm really scared of you now; wait for me at Lijing Park; I'll be there soon.' My heart felt warm; Xia Ying was quite considerate after all. We took our props and found an open space in Crabapple Garden at Lijing Park. Then I instructed Shuai Dong to arrange the candles in a heart shape while Pang Hao set up the speaker in front of the crabapple trees and A Fei prepared the bubble gun with soap water—everything was ready except for Xia Ying's arrival. Soon after, Xia Ying called: "Where are you? I'm at the entrance of Lijing Park." "I'm admiring flowers near the crabapple trees; I've twisted my ankle; come help me out!" I pretended my phone had died and turned it off. "Shuai Dong, light those candles quickly! Pang Hao, hide! When she walks into this heart-shaped candle setup, start playing music!" I hurriedly made final preparations and hid among the crabapple trees—Xia Ying, I hope you understand my heart.
Before long, Xia Ying arrived while grumbling: "What is Dead Jack up to again? Wow! These candles are so beautiful; who arranged them?" Upon seeing the heart-shaped candles, she ran in surprise toward them while Pang Hao turned up the volume on the speaker and played that song... As Supreme League's 'Marshmallow' began playing softly in the background, I stepped out from behind the crabapple trees holding a prepared red rose: "Remembering our first meeting sitting beside you—who once felt too happy to breathe... Love has taken root in my heart and grows freely; fairy tale romance needs nurturing..." Accompanied by sweet melodies, I slowly walked toward her; Xia Ying was clearly stunned by this romantic scene before her as she stood there dazedly. When I reached the center of the candle heart, A Fei started blowing colorful bubbles with his bubble gun. "Jack, what is this...?" Xia Ying still hadn't recovered from her surprise and stood frozen in place as I smiled: "Xia Ying classmate... actually... this romantic guy has liked you for a long time now. I'm not sure when it started feeling this way; every time I'm in class and can't see you, I'm really down; when I hear your voice singing Ouyang's songs, it annoys me so much... I've never confessed to a girl before; I'm not great at anything and can be quite silly... but I'm serious about you... So... Xia Ying classmate, would you give this silly boy Xiang Jie a chance?" With that said, I offered her the flower."
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