My Crush Picked Up My DiaryChapter 23

This fall made Mai Dong feel like bursting into tears.

He felt so wronged. Why did he have to participate in the sports meet when he didn’t want to? Why did he have to be paired up with someone he didn’t like? Why did he have to suffer from wrestling because of someone else’s mistake? His knee began to ache faintly, and soon the pain spread, revealing a seemingly minor abrasion on his leg that felt burning hot. 9ARUzN

Several teachers and classmates quickly gathered around, asking in a flurry if he was okay and if he could stand up. Mai Dong silently shook his head, trying to push himself up from the ground. He really wanted to leave this unlucky place immediately and have some time alone.

He got up in a hurry, forgetting that one of his feet was still tied to Yu Qiangqiang’s. Just as he stood up, he was pulled back down to the ground. Things went from bad to worse. Originally, he had fallen wearing pants, but now the pant leg was lifted, exposing the wound directly rubbing against the track, once again smearing dust on his knee.

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Mai Dong’s eyes really turned red. He sniffled and watched the PE teacher help the two of them untie the straps from their feet, holding back his tears.

Yu Qiangqiang kept yelling in pain. Mai Dong, at least, was wearing long pants, while Yu Qiangqiang had only shorts that reached his thighs, making his injuries indeed more severe than Mai Dong’s. BDGobF

Consequently, more attention was directed towards Yu Qiangqiang. The teacher helped Yu Qiangqiang up first and walked him aside. He cried out in misery, “Ouch, ouch, I’m so unlucky. I said I didn’t want to participate in this event, but they insisted. It hurts so much. Teacher, will my leg be useless ah?”

It was at this time that Mai Dong felt that someone was squatting next to him again.

He subconsciously blurted out, “I’m fine, thanks.”

Then, a portable cotton swab appeared in front of him.

Yan Xuming had just finished running the relay race. His face still bore a slight flush from the exertion, and his breathing wasn’t entirely steady. Mai Dong didn’t know why he had noticed the commotion on this side of the fun events area. He only felt that his fall here must have caused inconvenience, occupying the track for others.

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“Are you okay? Let me help you.”

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Mai Dong has replayed this scene countless times in his mind, so many times that he began to doubt himself, wondering if time had distorted many details, and if he had fabricated some. But flipping through his diary from that day, Mai Dong indeed found these entries.

October 31, 2020. Sunny

Something different seems to have appeared in my world.

November 1, 2020. Sunny rDFMdu

I flipped through my diary and found just a hastily written sentence from yesterday. There were many things I didn’t understand yesterday, so I didn’t know how to elaborate. My knee still hurts when bending and walking, but it’s just a fall. I don’t think it’s a big issue. Today, my mom still took me to get an X-ray.

On the way, I asked her, ‘What does it mean if you’re curious about someone?’

She smiled and asked if I liked someone. I said no, he’s a guy.

Mom said I’ve reached puberty, hormones are at play, and I should be feeling different now. It seemed like she breathed a sigh of relief; I think she was worried that one day I’d become a monk. Knowing that I still have human emotions now seemed to really put her at ease. AGj4JD

What is puberty? Of course, I know there are many synonyms for puberty: acne, sexual development, rebellion, and puppy love. But aside from these words, it seems like I know nothing about puberty. Come to think of it, is Yan Xuming, this person my “puberty”?

Ah, writing this out suddenly feels embarrassing. What am I doing, regarding him as my “puberty”? If he knew I was arbitrarily considering him as my “puberty,” he’d probably think I’m a very strange person.

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I didn’t like him. He’s a boy, and I’m also a boy. Of course, I wouldn’t like him.

I said this to my mom, but she told me that boys can be together with boys. I was really shocked; this was something I had never known before. It turns out my understanding of love, romance, and sexuality is really low, and my knowledge is severely lacking. MKcN0G

I came back and researched some information, and learned about the concept of “homosexuality” – that boys can be together with boys, and girls can be together with girls. Suddenly, I feel like this world is much more interesting than I imagined.

But I still don’t think I like Yan Xuming.

Even if it’s “love at first sight,” it shouldn’t be that exaggerated, right? Yesterday was the first time we spoke, and it was such an awkward situation for me. But I have to admit, at that moment yesterday, my heart was pounding wildly. Yesterday was just terrible, and Yan Xuming was the only shining presence throughout the entire day.

It’s precisely because of this that I misunderstood my feelings for him. I want to be friends with him, but I’m not good at it. After thinking for a long time when the X-ray came out, I thought, maybe I could just consider him as a friend on my side. I wouldn’t actually need to get to know him, but instead secretly observe him, deceiving myself into thinking I had such a powerful friend. mXtLY

Ah… I’m so dumb. Mai Dong, what strange things am I saying? I really seem like a pervert.

What kind of person is Yan Xuming? I’m filled with curiosity about him, so much so that I even start to understand those couples who spend time together even skipping dinner. If this time is used to understand Yan Xuming, then I’m willing.

The diary entry for this day is particularly long, written messily with disjointed thoughts. It was evident that when Mai Dong wrote these things, he was truly conflicted and at a loss, not knowing how to deal with his own changes.

For those few days, he kept dreaming. In his dreams, there were flashbacks of Yan Xuming squatting beside him, extending two fingers to press on his wound, asking him seriously and with concern if he could move, and then, without hesitation, grabbing his wrist and leading him to the side. EaFB4d

Mai Dong tirelessly replayed this dream over and over again. Upon waking up, he would blankly lift the covers, shocked by his physiological changes. Then, he hastily covered himself again. He quickly grabbed the political science book from the bedside, flipped through pages to study, and recited for over ten minutes before daring to check if his body had calmed down.

He began to pay attention to Yan Xuming, which was vastly different from before.

In the past, Mai Dong would also pay attention to Yan Xuming, focusing on what competitions he participated in, what results he achieved; what score he got in the mock exam, and his ranking in the district; on what essays the teacher gave Yan Xuming, whether in Chinese or English.

Now, Mai Dong still pays attention to Yan Xuming, secretly observing which floor he prefers to eat on in the cafeteria, which window he likes, whether he prefers regular meals or spicy noodles; secretly watching to see if he goes to the supermarket after eating at the cafeteria to buy snacks, what kind of drinks he prefers, or if he only drinks mineral water; secretly checking if their PE classes coincide, and if lucky enough, he would spend the entire PE class sitting by the basketball court watching Yan Xuming play basketball. Kf4Wlb

All these observations accumulate his understanding of Yan Xuming’s preferences through these clandestine activities.

Most of the time, Yan Xuming would opt for set meals, choosing rice over steamed buns. The renowned dish of mixed rice and scrambled eggs with tomatoes rarely found its way onto Yan Xuming’s plate, leading Mai Dong to believe that he didn’t like tomatoes.

Sometimes, after leaving the cafeteria, Yan Xuming would go to the store to buy sparkling water. His taste was very consistent, always purchasing one brand of sparkling water, either in mandarin orange flavor or blueberry flavor.

After this continued for half a month, Mai Dong found himself compelled to open his diary. GLzAfb

November 16, 2020. Windy

Is this like? I don’t know what exactly constitutes liking, but today, as usual during dinner, our homeroom teacher reminded everyone not to engage in puppy love. I felt so guilty as if someone had exposed my secret feelings.

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In just a few lines, Mai Dong completely opened up his belated chapter on puberty.