Cāi Cāi

Chapter 47: Act VI: The Little Prince (9)

There was also a very ambiguous name in puberty, it was called spring love.

Accompanied by secondary physical development, the spring feelings of boys and girls were blossoming. Spring was a season most suitable for dating.

Huawu Academy of Dance was a six-year professional art school. Xiang Cai was in the fifth year, which was equivalent to the second year of a regular senior high school. In another six months, they would face a rigorous art exam. Many students would take time off to participate in training. After receiving the art exam admission notice, they would transfer to the pre-testing cram class to make up for their cultural class. With classmates coming and going, it was difficult to see everyone together again.

As a result, in everyone's hearts, the last few months of the fifth year passed like a graduation season. Life was in a hurry. Maybe the next time they met would be a class reunion 10 or 20 years later.

In view of this situation, the minds of the entire class had fluctuated, and now, young love was starting to spread throughout the classmates in their year. The buds of blossom love that had just sprouted were secretly blooming.

Chen Ziran had many eyes and ears, and he was quack quacking beside Xiang Cai.

For a while, it was "the Folk Dance Department flower and the class leader of National Standard Dance are together", and the other time it was "the director of the grade caught the young ballet couple in the grove" ... The restless hormones circulated in the air. Accompanied by the blooming of the campus' peach blossoms, those secret pink loves were like prairie fires, spreading quickly.

Xiang Cai, the school's most watched boy, had a "hard time" in the last half month.

Outside the dormitory building, in the grove, beside the playground, in the library ... wherever he went, those butterflies chased.

Some girls were more embarrassed than others, only looking at him with a pair of watery eyes, shy and timid. Some, while holding a pink letter of love in their hands, encouraged by their friends, they dared to approach to put it into his hands before turning to run away; one girl was daring and actually stopped him directly in the dance classroom, dancing a passionate dance to express her heart ...

Xiang Cai, the one confessed to, was more nervous than them.

He stuttered and refused, on honest grounds.

He said that he already had someone he liked and so could not accept their love.

In fact, these girls chose to make desperate confessions, not because they expected positive results—they just wanted to draw a beautiful end to their grand secret love, and to say goodbye to this boy who once illuminated their entire adolescence.

Xiang Cai admired their courage, because he knew that he himself didn't dare to take this step anyway.

He knew all too well, the nervous feelings one has when one has a secret crush on someone. And so, when facing each confessing girl, he would listen carefully to every word they've said, staring at their eyes solemnly before guiltily refusing their kindness.

Girls were born with gossipy genes.

Someone asked directly: "Who is the person you like? Is it Jin Qi Ji? Last time you ran downstairs to the girl's dormitory and hugged her, we all saw it."

Xiang Cai didn't dare to drag his good friend into the muddy water, and immediately denied: "No, no. Qi Ji and I are just good friends, good friends with a good relationship."

He was afraid that the confessor would not believe it, and swore with a three-finger pledge: "She and I were good friends, are good friends, and will be good friends in the future!"