As the school bell rang at the end of the day, it felt as if my judgement had arrived. I felt nervous for some reason, my hands trembling slightly, and sweat beads forming on my forehead.

I watched solemnly as one by one, my classmates picked up their bags and left the classroom, chatting and laughing.

"Yujie... Yujie, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?"

It was only after hearing Chunshu call my name twice that I snapped back to reality.

"It's really strange... Yujie is usually the first one to leave the classroom, right? He would never stay behind." Chunshu asked with a puzzled look, seemingly unaware of my unusual behavior just now. This relieved me slightly.

"It's just occasionally being the last one to leave, it can also be seen as being classy." I replied, shamelessly.

"Is that so? But regardless of whether it's classy or not, there's nothing interesting about staying in an empty classroom. It's better to go to the playground and watch the girls run. Seeing them all sweaty and their shirts getting soaked... their bras faintly visible, it's hard not to let your gaze linger..." Chunshu always had these impure thoughts in his mind.

"But you forgot, Chunshu... we agreed to go home together with Jiehua every day."

"Ah~ that's right..." Chunshu sighed, seeming unwilling.

"Chunshu..."

At that moment, someone peeked their head in at the classroom door. A girl with chestnut-colored short hair, wearing two red bows on each side, petite in stature, and looking very innocent. It was Grace Hanako, Chunshu's childhood friend. After I got to know Chunshu, I naturally got to know her as well, even though she wasn't in the same class as us. But we always agreed to go home together, no matter rain or shine.

"And Yujie..."

A bit shy and timid, Jiehua seemed to make sure that there was no one else except for Chunshu and me before stepping into the classroom.

"I was a bit late because I had to turn in some homework. I hope you didn't wait too long." Jiehua asked with some concern.

"No... we were just about to leave too, right Chunshu?"

"Ah... yes." Chunshu seemed absent-minded, still seemingly bothered by not seeing the girls running in their sweat.

"That's good then..." Jiehua smiled naturally.

"Let's go home then..." I said, while also deciding to ignore Lu Shiyu's so-called blackmail.

"Yujie, what do you usually do when you go home?"

As we walked out of the classroom, the three of us together, Chunshu was the first to break the silence.

"I... usually just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. Occasionally, I'll listen to some music, and of course, I'll also play with my little sister."

"Yujie, that sounds... extremely boring."

"What can I do..."

"What about you, Jiehua?"

Chunshu asked Jiehua.

"I... when I go home, I study cooking with my mom... do some household chores, and sometimes I'll learn knitting and make sweaters." Jiehua said a bit shyly.

"Girls really like doing these things, huh... but Jiehua is really amazing. Whoever marries her will be lucky..."

"Chunshu... stop praising me so much..." Jiehua blushed at his words.

"So, Chunshu, what do you do at home?" Jiehua asked Chunshu in return.

"Ah, of course... I read a lot of manga, sometimes plant some seeds, watch some anime... but those guys are heartless, they often post pictures but not the actual content..." Chunshu clenched his fist, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Manga, seeds, anime... what are those?" Jiehua asked, puzzled.

"Well... that... " Chunshu was about to answer, but I quickly stopped him.

"What's the matter, Yujie?" Chunshu asked in a low voice.

"What are you trying to influence Jiehua with?" I stared at him sternly.

"Ah... that... it's just comics, seeds are obviously plant seeds, and anime... well, it's just ordinary animations..."

"I see... it's an interesting terminology." Jiehua suddenly became cheerful, showing a cute smile. Chunshu had almost tainted Jiehua's innocent soul.

I sighed, the conversation also came to a brief end. When we arrived at the shoe cabinet, as I prepared to open my own cabinet and take out my shoes, I noticed a pink envelope with a red heart symbol lying flat on top of them.

Could it be a love letter someone wrote to me? My heart suddenly raced, and my gaze focused on the pink envelope.