Afraid she doesn't love , and afraid I can't give her happiness...
How many people have been stopped from speaking by this sentence?
"Ring ring ring..."
The music teacher's phone rang again, and the dean shouted, "What on earth is going on in your broadcast room? Is there no dis...?"
"Hello, oh, the signal isn't very good..."
Beep beep beep...
The music teacher hung up the phone, already feeling like an elder sacrificing himself to protect a talented disciple.
"Outrageous! Today's students are becoming more and more unruly! Security!"
The dean slamd the desk and imdiately ran downstairs, preparing to call security to the broadcast room to catch the culprit!
Xu Musen looked towards the broadcast room and quickly ran over. In the hallway, students were raising their heads; the unique electric sound of the school broadcast still carried the girl's choked voice.
"I'm sorry... for failing your confessions again and again, for wasting your affections ti and again. I used your affection towards ... but, I also really like you..."
The dean, with the security guard, had already rushed towards the broadcast room, pointing at students along the way: "Stop listening, hurry back to your classrooms!"
Xu Musen ran through the crowd, unable to apologize even if he bumped into soone, because he also saw the dean had already rushed towards the broadcast room ahead of him.
Racing against the clock, they all ran in the sa direction.
At this mont, Yao Mingyue's voice instead sounded relaxed, as if she was finally able to say words that had been pressed in her heart for a long ti. The sound of tearing an envelope ca through the microphone.
"Do you rember the letter I wrote you last ti? You said you didn't like it and told to rewrite it.
Yes, you wrote so many love letters, but I never replied to you.
I owe you a letter, a belated love letter."
"Don't read it!"
The dean had arrived outside the broadcast room with the security guard, only to find the door locked. He pounded on the door, shouting, "Students inside, listen up, you are surrounded. Obediently co out to accept criticism to strive for leniency; you might avoid a big derit!"
At this point, Xu Musen also arrived downstairs, faintly hearing the dean's roaring voice.
Downstairs was filled with students eager to watch the commotion, each craning their necks to witness what may be the biggest spectacle in the history of School Four.
Without hesitation, Xu Musen squeezed through the crowd and ran upstairs!
At the mont, in the locked broadcast room, Yao Mingyue seed unaffected. Instead, she suddenly laughed, and her voice continued to transmit from the broadcast.
"I thought about writing you a proper love letter.
But who am I? I'm the spoiled one by you, that selfish, wilful, unreasonable childhood sweetheart.
So, I wrote a letter, but it's not a love letter, it's a... hate letter!"
Yao Mingyue's voice swept away the previous sadness, as if returning to her old proud self.
"My sadness hates you because ever since I was young, whenever I was sad, you would pull funny faces to cheer up.
My loneliness hates you, rember how often my parents were away on business, you always kept company in that large empty house? When I couldn't sleep, you would lie at the bedside, reading stories page by page...
My despair hates you. I will never forget that rainy night when I was twelve. You held in your arms and, at my most desperate mont, you repeatedly told we would always be together forever.
My anxiety hates you. My body, my character, truly almost drove mad. But it was you, using your clumsy yet genuine heart, who was good to ..."
The girl's recounting, each word, seed to strike the chords of one's heart.
Sweating profusely, Xu Musen finally reached the broadcast room door.
At this mont, the dean was already preparing to pick the lock with tools.
Xu Musen rushed forward to try and stop them, but it was too late.
"Crack..."
The door lock was picked open, and the dean, with the security guard, excitedly rushed into the room!
The spacious broadcast room had only that piano standing forlornly, now completely empty.
Yet, Yao Mingyue's voice still echoed throughout the campus.
"I hate you, I hate how you're always so gentle with , how you endlessly indulge , how you're always by my side at my most desperate monts...
I hate how you spoiled into such a selfish, domineering, unreasonable person, even sowhat psychologically twisted.
If given another chance, if I could go back to when we were just born...
I would definitely tell that silly little boy.
To treat himself better in the future.
I would also tell that clumsy little girl.
To treat him better in the future...
In the future, to beco the Yao Mingyue he likes..."
Yao Mingyue's voice gradually faded away.
This was a "hate letter."
Yet each and every word, brimming with love, could only be heard as the words "I like you."
Xu Musen stood there, dazed.
In the broadcast room, the dean was shouting about where the person was hiding while leading security to search everywhere.
Xu Musen's gaze was fixed on the piano, at the glint of reflection there.
He walked over to find a letter and a recorder that had just played, placed under the piano's microphone. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel-fire.ɴet
It was Yao Mingyue's delicate handwriting, that "hate" letter belonging to her.
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