Chapter 1 — Sweet for You

Before going to bed, I texted the school's confession page: "Dear Admin, let me post a confession to my senior, class 19, Faculty of Finance - Tieu Duyet Ninh. Please remain anonymous." As if giving an end to my silent love for many years, I fell asleep with peace of mind. As a result, in the middle of the night, I was woken up by a phone call from the academic advisor: "Mr. Chu, please answer the message, senior Tieu is about to go crazy." I opened my phone - text message 99+.1 In the middle of the night. In the dream, I was still sad because of Tieu Duyet Ninh's cold attitude, when the phone rang. I answered the phone sleepily: "Hello... hello..." On the other end of the line was the hurried voice of the counselor: "Friend Chu! Are you okay?" I was startled awake: "No... nothing." Mr. Chau clearly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay. Principal Tieu just called me, his voice was very urgent, I thought something happened to you, so I called to confirm. Are you in the dormitory? I'm sorry." Hanging up, I was just about to lie down and sleep. Next, I heard the sound of the curtain on the opposite bed being pulled open, and a sleepy voice rang out: "Chu Chu, it's midnight, what's going on?" It was my roommate - Tieu Quan. "Sorry, I woke you up. It was Mr. Chu calling, saying that senior Tieu was looking for me." I was stunned for a moment before I could react - Tieu Duyet Ninh is Mr. Chu's favorite student. So that means... Tieu Duyet Ninh is looking for me? The bed opposite made a violent noise. I quickly put aside all my chaotic thoughts, poked my head out: "Tieu Quan, how are you..." What caught my eye was his extremely excited look: "If you've mentioned it, I'm no longer sleepy!" Looking back at Tieu Quan's posture - sitting cross-legged, holding paper and pen, eyes full of anticipation. I support my helpless forehead. Normally, when we study majors, the two of us combined don't have enough pens. Listening to eight stories is so exciting. I'm just sorry I don't have anything to tell. Tieu Duyet Ninh and I are like two parallel lines, never intersecting. I don't understand why Tieu Quan gets excited every time he hears your name mentioned, thinking there will be something between you and me. I smiled wryly. You are someone's son. What about me? Stop it. Just having the guts to secretly like you was all the courage I could muster. Once I woke up, it was hard for me to go back to sleep. I opened my phone and saw a series of apps reporting 99+. I was stunned. "Wow, why are there so many?" – Tieu Quan rushed forward to wait. I also want to know. Click to open an app, the lag is unbearable. Before I could download all the messages, I quickly clicked on the chat box with the confession page. The school's confession page has always been very trustworthy. If senders request it, they can post both their avatar and nickname anonymously. Furthermore, I use a secondary account to send. Yet my heart was still nervous, one hand lightly tapping the phone case, the other hand tightening the bed sheet - praying that Tieu Duyet Ninh wouldn't know it was me. Sending a confession is just the last little wish. Before I let you go, I want you to know that there was once someone who secretly loved you. That's it. He could just smile, feeling a little curious. Or he could rub his forehead and sigh: [Secretly in love with someone, it really takes a lot of courage. Hopefully she will meet the right person.] That's enough. I understand, Tieu Duyet Ninh is that kind of gentle person. I've seen him smile and refuse public confessions of love. A girl hugged flowers, blushing and confessing under the surrounding eyes. He didn't interrupt, just stopped walking and quietly listened to everything. Then he took the bouquet of flowers, gently hugged the girl, politely led her away from the crowd before gently saying: "If you like me, I'm truly honored. But sorry, I already have someone I like." At that time I was also in the crowd. I know that girl, she is a senior in the same year as him, and is also the student union president. Very excellent. But still rejected. If she can't do it, then me

What is it? 3It's just a pity that Tieu Duyet Ninh is a very gentle person, but not everyone is like that. After being targeted and scolded countless times, I finally wanted to give up. Maybe... I really don't deserve to like Tieu Duyet Ninh. I'm too normal, too ordinary. Wait until after graduation to get a job, then find someone as normal as me and obediently marry her. That's not bad. I raised my hand to wipe away the tears that fell from I don't know when, avoided Tieu Quan's eyes next to me, and lowered my head to look at the phone. Tears blurred my vision. Messages continuously appear, a long string, jostling each other. But I couldn't see anything clearly. Before I could look closely, I suddenly remembered. Dead! Today was so emotional, I forgot — the confession page account is managed by Tieu Duyet Ninh's department. I quickly dried my tears and lowered my head to look at the phone. What caught my eye was the latest text message, from him: "Chu So Tich! Can you please reply to the message? At least let me know, there's nothing wrong with you."