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Tan Yan recalled how he fell in love with Zheng Mengni. She always believed that his feelings for her were shallow, merely stemming from the songs he had someone else sing for him. She thought of him as superficial, but in truth, Tan Yan was even more shallow than she imagined.
He couldn’t quite remember when he first noticed Zheng Mengni; he had never been one to remember names, as anyone who had come into contact with him would surely remember the name Tan Yan. Zheng Mengni loved to steal glances at him.
The first time Tan Yan became aware of this was on a Friday evening. The girl, dressed like a doll, had secretly hidden in the office after school, carefully peering at his competition paper filled with answers. He stood leisurely behind her, deliberately silent, waiting for her to realize she had been caught red-handed and show her flustered expression.
Sure enough, after carefully folding the paper back to its original state, Zheng Mengni stood up, ready to tiptoe it back to its place when she bumped into Tan Yan’s amused gaze. Startled, she let out a small gasp, her dark eyes shimmering with confusion like a lost fawn—both pitiful and adorable.
Zheng Mengni stammered an apology, claiming she was just curious about how he answered the questions and wanted to learn, insisting she had no ulterior motives. Tan Yan found her question endearingly naive; it was clear how to answer those straightforward questions. Nevertheless, he patiently provided her with problem-solving strategies and study methods. In truth, he would have done the same for anyone else; after all, this was the perfect image his father hoped he would project to the world.
It was just a brief interlude that Tan Yan quickly forgot. Until he accidentally learned that Zheng Mengni was a year younger than him, curiosity sparked within him again. Why did she always look at his papers if she wasn’t studying the same subjects?
Not only his papers; during every speech he gave, there was always a pair of earnest eyes watching him intently from the audience, occasionally jotting down notes. This kind of gaze was familiar to Tan Yan—it reflected unreserved admiration and envy toward someone.
In his circle, Tan Yan was accustomed to being the center of attention and had long gotten used to such scrutiny. However, this time felt strangely different. He didn’t mind being watched or imitated by others; more precisely, he didn’t mind Zheng Mengni at all.
Since she liked his polite, refined, and gentle demeanor, he had to play the part well, ensuring that no flaws would be revealed. Under the influence of Zheng Mengni, Tan Yan found himself enjoying the role of a virtuous gentleman for quite some time. However, this was ultimately not who he was; no matter how much he disguised himself, he could not change the fact that his heart was already rotten.
Whenever Tan Yan grew tired of acting, feeling bored and wanting to give up, he would catch sight of Zheng Mengni's gaze—firm yet soft—directed at him from some corner. This would spur him on to sign up for numerous competitions that he found exceedingly dull. He won awards effortlessly, but his interest had long since faded; each time felt like merely completing a formulaic task, devoid of any excitement.
Yet, the thought of receiving an award and standing on stage to share his experiences, basking once again in Zheng Mengni's envious gaze, suddenly made Tan Yan feel that it wasn't so bad after all. An unintentional discovery led this girl, who was as endearing and lovable as a rabbit, to quietly weave herself into his life. If it weren't for the desire to set an example for Zheng Mengni, Tan Yan believed he would have already fallen apart.
From being the focus of her attention to actively caring about her—this shift occurred due to a moment that Tan Yan felt compelled to embrace. He realized that this girl loved learning; she was eager to absorb knowledge not just from class but from everything around her. However, her methods might not have been right; she often struggled and saw little effect.
Tan Yan thought that since she couldn't catch up with him for now, he could take a few steps toward her and lend a hand—intentionally or not. He would teach her slowly, believing that one day they would walk side by side.
In every subsequent speech, Tan Yan stopped relying on a perfunctory template and instead put genuine effort into his preparation, ensuring that Zheng Mengni sitting in the audience could learn something meaningful from him. Zheng Mengni progressed rapidly—so quickly that Tan Yan found it somewhat unbelievable.
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