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14-year-old Hong Siyu didn't believe in miracles in this world.

Or rather, "miracle" was a term that had little to do with her.

From birth, she seemed to be a child slightly more unlucky than those around her. No matter what she did, the results often fell short of being smooth and satisfactory.

So, when she was knocked over by someone behind her while helping at the class snack booth during the culture festival and spilled the seasonings she was holding, she wasn't surprised at all.

Ah, it's like that again.

She could only think this way.

The seasoning bottle, with its lid open, slipped from her palm and fell into mid-air. The reddish-brown sauce inside tumbled towards the mouth of the bottle and was about to spill out.

Hong Siyu couldn't catch the bottle in time, so she could only futilely extend her palms in vain, her eyes wide watching the seasoning bottle dance in the air.

Then, in her view, a hand reached out from the side.

That hand firmly grasped the seasoning bottle that had almost tipped over onto the griddle. Not much of the sauce inside had spilled out, and it had retained its original form.

Hong Siyu stared somewhat dumbfounded at this suddenly outstretched hand, uncertain of how to react.

Looking up, the owner of the hand was a tall and handsome boy.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The boy's features were not stunning, but the combination was pleasing to the eye and harmonious; he had neatly cut short hair and wore his school uniform with meticulous care, giving off an impression of introversion and seriousness, like the "scholar" mentioned in classic novels.

However, the boy's expression was indifferent, bordering on cold. He simply caught the seasoning bottle that fell from Hong Siyu's hand and handed it back to her without another word.

"... Thank you."

Hong Siyu managed to squeeze out these two weak words, barely audible like a mosquito's buzz.

"You're welcome," the boy replied in a measured tone.

After he took his share of snacks from the booth, he didn't show any sign of seeking gratitude from Hong Siyu. As if what he had done was truly a trifling matter, he easily walked away.

His figure just disappeared into the crowd.

—— "Ah, isn't that the guy?"

As Hong Siyu watched the boy leave, her classmates also noticed the scene. Seeing the boy's retreating figure, they blurted out subconsciously, "That's the junior, I remember, he's quite famous."

"Famous?"

Hong Siyu looked at her classmate with some confusion, "I don't remember him at all."

"Of course a dedicated student like you, who doesn't pay attention to worldly affairs, wouldn't know," her classmate said with a smile. "That senior is known as the school's playboy. Isn't he dating two or maybe three upperclassmen?"

"Eh? Eh?"

The classmate's revelation shocked Hong Siyu out of her hazy emotions, she exclaimed incredulously, "Playboy?"

"Don't be fooled by his looks."

The classmate churned the egg beater, her tone wistful, "Though he seems like a handsome guy, you can never judge a book by its cover. If you approach him recklessly, you'll likely end up being played with and ruthlessly abandoned at the end."

"Played with? I-I didn't think of such things!"

Hong Siyu hurriedly defended herself, suddenly feeling her ears warm, "And besides, it's wrong to have an early romance! That's not something we should be considering!"

"Are you a primary school student? So innocent," her classmate said with some disdain. "Your behavior just now, it was obvious you had a crush, right? Love at first sight?"

"What?"

The frankness of the classmate's words made Hong Siyu's cheeks burn. Instinctively, she reached forward, grabbing the shoulders of her classmate, "I did not!"

"Then why were you staring at his back the whole time?"

"I really wasn't! It was just that he helped me out just now, so I was a bit concerned about that!"

"Really?"

"How could it be false..."

The two carried on with their pointless argument until the class monitor, in charge of overseeing the booth, noticed the decline in snack output and even a supply shortfall. Only then did he turn his attention to the two slacking off in the corner and came over to interrupt their dispute.

Hong Siyu thus returned to her place and picked up the seasoning bottle again, resuming her snack-making tasks.

However, because the bottle had slipped from her grip once already, she now held it with extra care to prevent further mishaps.

Such fortuitous help from a passerby like earlier wouldn't occur a second time, right?

She thought this way and gradually, amidst the busyness, forgot about the boy.

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14-year-old Hong Siyu was a somewhat unlucky child.

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Because she was unlucky, she wouldn't rely on elusive luck; she always tried her best, depending on her efforts to secure a definite future.

Hence, she was a student who studied diligently and had excellent grades.

To be more specific, she was the top student in her grade.

She always used all her spare time to stay in the school's library. While others enjoyed their youth, she was quietly immersed in her studies in a quiet corner of the library.

It was only during these times that she felt a rare sense of peace, because this was her own little world, where she could indulge herself in the sea of books without any external disturbances.

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