Ryder has always been the center of attention, never short of money, but always lacking in love.
@Aria's Diary:
Ryder is a little princess.
He needs lots and lots of love.
He's very easy to please.
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September in Massachusetts is often rainy.
The lingering heat is somewhat subdued by the sudden rain, which catches the people coming to register off guard, causing a flurry of chaotic movements.
Aria, holding the clothes she just picked up, hurried into the anime base's lobby, the plastic bag rustling with her movements.
"What lousy weather, it rained as soon as it said it would, my makeup is all washed off," a girl complained in a low voice near the entrance of the hall, her tone slightly coquettish.
The rain came suddenly, and many freshmen who received class notifications to pick up military training uniforms at the anime base were caught in the downpour, with those who rushed to take shelter almost filling the lobby.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was close enough to unexpectedly slip into Aria's ears.
Aria instinctively glanced in that direction, pausing her hurried steps for a moment.
A pretty girl with a slight frown was tidying her somewhat disheveled and damp hair, complaining in a low voice to the guy leaning against the wall opposite her.
She quickly lowered her head, found a quiet corner with few people, and stood there.
"Tsk, I checked the weather forecast, it's going to rain for the next few days, this batch of freshmen really hit the jackpot."
"You're right, think about last year's temperature, it was outrageous."
"Let's not even talk about it, I must have tanned at least eight shades darker! I went through two bottles of sunscreen, and it was useless, like applying to the void, I'm still not back to my original color," the guy next to her cursed with a laugh, "and look at Ryderoo, nothing happened to him, can you believe it?"
"You compare yourself to him?"
A burst of laughter.
After a while, a low, deep sound of disdain, somewhat out of place, lazily carried a casual, carefree vibe.
It felt decadent upon hearing.
"Hey, Ryderoo, what's your deal?"
The voice, unhurried, replied: "People should have self-awareness."
"Damn!"
Another round of laughter. Aria stood quietly in the corner, her fingers twitching, causing the plastic bag to make a barely audible crisp sound.
That voice was as familiar as if it had been carved into her heart countless times, and even without seeing his face, it still disrupted her heartbeat.
Aria held her breath, clenched her fingers, her mind flashing to the pretty, bright face of the girl she had glimpsed, and slightly tilted her head.
Her gaze shifted, landing on him.
The guy had a striking aura, with sharp and handsome features, strong brow bones, and very fair skin. He casually lowered his head, his eyelashes half-masting, holding his phone with well-defined knuckles, occasionally tapping the screen, either chatting or doing something else.
He was sideways to the door, occasionally turning his head to reply with a smirk to the laughter and chatter.
He was blessed with good looks.
Tall, over six feet, with long, straight legs bent casually.
The simple black clothes made him look very elegant, and through the shirt, one could vaguely see his lean waist, and his every move exuded a languid posture, as if nothing was worth his attention.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, unlit.
Aria watched, her heartbeat slowing and deepening.
The room was stuffy, and two buttons of his collar were casually undone, revealing his slightly fierce collarbones, reducing the aloofness and adding a bit of unrestrained arrogance.
Many girls in the lobby were secretly looking at him.
The pretty girl who had complained to him earlier, seeing she got no response, didn't get annoyed, and turned her head to talk to others with a composed expression.
As if sensing something, the guy's fingertips suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his head, his gaze casually looking over.
"..."
Aria had no time to react and was caught off guard by his dark eyes.
Her heart stopped for a moment, causing her to slightly suffocate.
Ryder raised an eyebrow.
His lips lazily curled into a casual arc, his long and deep peach blossom eyes filled with a casual smile, as if teasing, or maybe just a random glance.
It was provocatively tight.
Aria clutched the clothes in her arms tightly, quickly lowering her head, her palms sweating unconsciously, her heart pounding.
She kept her head down, not daring to look more.
Ryder's lightly smiling gaze fell on her, seeming to pause for a second, then casually withdrew.
Today is the freshman registration day at Harvard University. Aria's home is not close, she left home at four in the morning, and by the time she arrived at school, it was almost noon.
The dormitory assigned by the School of Economics and Management system is on the top floor. Aria struggled to carry her things up, and by the time she finished settling in and saying goodbye to her family, the break had passed.
The other people in the dorm came earlier, and she was the only one who hadn't picked up her military training uniform. After getting to know each other, she hastily washed her face with cold water. She was already a bit disheveled, and she didn't expect to encounter rain.
Her appearance at this moment can be imagined.
It must not be good-looking.
Aria uncontrollably thought of the pretty girl by his side, with delicate makeup and a charming demeanor.
"Has the rain stopped?"
"It stopped, let's go, I haven't picked up my clothes yet."
"Let's go, it's too hot here..."
The shower came quickly and stopped quickly. The people crowded in the hall soon dispersed. Aria regained her senses from her daze, stiffened, and pursed her lips.
She didn't look back and left with the crowd.
The sound of cicadas, the dazzling sunlight.
There is always a moment that makes one clearly realize, after shedding the monotonous and plain school uniform, the dazzling people are undoubtedly more dazzling.
He stood there casually, naturally attracting the attention of countless girls.
And she was no different from them.
The ground was wet, and the air was filled with the smell of dust after the rain. Avoiding puddles, Aria walked out slowly, her thoughts drifting.
The last time she saw him was a year ago.
Students were busy moving luggage. The temperature that day was even higher than today, sweat falling from their hair. Aria sat in the passenger seat, and the car finally squeezed out of the school and onto the road when she happened to turn her head and caught his eye.
For a moment, her heartbeat was like thunder in her ears.
He was casual, and she hastily withdrew her gaze.
Her face was red, and her eyes were red too.
Perhaps it was the heat, and the floating, restless emotions were really hard to calm.
In fact, there has never been any relationship between them.
Ryder is a favored son of heaven.
She had no time to throw away the textbooks in the classroom along with her youth, her fingers unconsciously wrinkling the books one by one, carefully organizing them, and picking them up again.
The desk was still piled with exercise books, and her dreams were endless English words.
During those days, even crying was restrained.
In this year, she lost contact with many friends she was close to, closed herself off, and no one knew how great the pressure was coming at her, and she almost went crazy.
Fear, and occasionally she would think of him.
But now, she realizes that she still doesn't have the courage to look at him directly.
No matter where he goes, he will be in the limelight, surrounded by flowers and bright sunshine.
Unrequited love cannot expect a return.
Feeling disappointed proves that there are still fantasies in the heart.
Aria absentmindedly stepped on the rotten leaves under her feet.
This is absolutely not allowed, she understood a long time ago.
He likes pretty and bright, while she is introverted and boring. This is a fact, but her heart still felt as if it was tightly gripped by an invisible hand, producing a sour and sharp pain.
After walking a distance, Aria stopped, turned her head, and saw the student union moving things out of the hall and continuing to register in an orderly manner.
He leaned against the side, lazy and casual, his dark eyes slightly narrowed by the sun, like a cat with both attack and laziness.
The fluffy tail swings back and forth.
It makes people want to get close, but also feel timid.
Aria watched quietly, and her nose suddenly felt a bit sour.
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Reading Guide:
1. SC, the female protagonist has a secret crush.
2. Regarding both first loves, I believe the first person you truly like is called the first love.
3. The male protagonist is actually the class monitor of male morality, very committed to male morality, and all his first times are in the book.
4. There is no prototype, but there is my own secret crush.
5. A sweet and slightly cunning, insecure, and lovely girl vs. a seemingly flirtatious but actually very gentle handsome guy // The characters are roughly like this, and the details will be richer, with mutual pampering.
6. It's just a simple sweet romance about a secret crush coming true.