[Chapter One: Encounter] I met the male protagonist one summer day five years ago, I think. I remember that day I was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, riding my blue bike and wandering around on the street. Suddenly, I remembered a newly opened bookstore a friend had mentioned to me, so I started looking for it. The天才doctor's latest update. No. 202 Sitong Road. I sped up on my bike. No. 200, No. 201, No. 202. Brakes. Here we are. I looked up at the shop sign - Xiaoxing. I parked my bike to the side and walked into the bookstore.
There was nothing particularly special about this bookstore. The decoration was very ordinary, the store wasn't very big, but there were many books, neatly arranged together. I randomly picked out a satisfying novel and sat down in a corner chair to read.
My name is Ou Sha. I am the female protagonist of this story, and the story begins now, yes, the moment I walked into this bookstore. From that moment on, my life began to slowly change. Of course, I was completely unaware at the time that the wheel of fate had already begun to turn.
I became so engrossed in reading that I forgot the passage of time. Until a fresh fragrance mixed with the air entered my nose. So fragrant, it smelled a bit like summer, the light grassy smell giving a very refreshing feeling. Unable to resist, I looked up, searching for the source of the scent.
Sure enough, it was a fashionably dressed woman, with medium-length black hair, wearing a pair of tea-green sunglasses. Her skin was alluringly white, and her lips... she was indeed an elegant beauty. Recently, an online post titled "Woman Thieved and Stripped" sparked heated discussions among netizens. Looking at her attire, a simple white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and simple canvas shoes...
I felt myself being scrutinized by a gaze. The beauty adjusted her sunglasses perched on her straight nose and then looked at me.
"Xiao Jie, you're here to buy books?"
The speaker was the store manager of this shop, a seemingly honest man around 30 years old.
"No, I'm waiting for a friend, and also wanted to take a look at your store." The beauty smiled at the store manager.
Ah? A man's voice?? I widened my eyes in disbelief. Could it be that my ears were malfunctioning, and I heard wrong? I couldn't believe what I saw - that dazzling beauty from head to toe.
...Or, or was she actually a man? I re-examined her. There wasn't a single detail about her that didn't exude femininity, even her skin was smooth and tender.
She suddenly smiled and took off her sunglasses. Those were beautiful eyes, as if they possessed some soul-piercing charm, making it hard to look away.
Such beautiful eyes, how could a crude adult man possibly have them? She must be a woman!
I suddenly felt how boring I was; whether she was a man or a woman, what did it matter to me? I must be crazy.
"What are you and your friend going to do later?" the store owner asked nosily.
"We're going to attend a junior high school reunion, everyone hasn't seen each other for a long time."
"...And..."
In the end, it was still a man's voice, and in the end, she was a man.
This was my first encounter with the female protagonist, no, the male protagonist. How could I mistake him for a woman?
Actually, it can't be entirely blamed on me. Who would have guessed that he dresses in such an ambiguous way!
Later on, I rode my blue little bike home with a very complicated mood, repeating one sentence over and over in my mind: "Damn, how can there be such a handsome man?"
(Supplementary Chapter One)
Mysteriously, the next day, I couldn't help coming back to this bookstore again.
Pushing open the transparent glass door of the bookstore, the crisp sound of the doorbell rang like the sound of shattered glass pieces falling, echoing in my ears, making one feel refreshed and peaceful.
I glanced inside the store. Perhaps because the store had just opened, there weren't many people reading books. Everyone was quietly sitting in a corner, immersed in their own world.
I felt a little disappointed in my heart. That beautiful...man wasn't there originally.
Was I seeing ghosts yesterday, or was I dreaming?
While I was lost in thought, someone tapped my shoulder, "Hey, little sister."
I froze for a moment and turned around. My pupils dilated with shock as I looked at the person.
It was him!
Do you know, five years later, when I recalled the details of our meeting, I realized those days were just like a daily eight o'clock romance movie. So sometimes, we have to admit, life is like a play, and plays are like life.
He wasn't wearing sunglasses today. His eyes stared straight at me as if wanting to suck me into that purple pupil abyss.
Wait, purple? How could his eyes be purple?
My eyes grew wider and wider, and my mouth slowly formed an O shape.
Is this man a monster?
He didn't seem unnatural at my grotesque face, which looked like I'd seen Yama (the King of Hell). He said calmly, "Little sister, are you looking for this?" He pulled out a silver apple-shaped MP3 player and asked me.
"My MP3! That's why I couldn't find it yesterday!"
"Is it yours? You left it here yesterday. Here, take it," he handed me the MP3. I noticed his fingers were painted with bright red nail polish.
This...this pervert.
"Thank you!" I quickly grabbed the MP3 and hastily walked out of the bookstore, getting on my bike and leaving.
I couldn't find any suitable words to describe my feelings at the time.
I just felt a bit excited and slightly surprised.
Speaking of which, could this be love at first sight?
I lay in bed, replaying the scenes in my mind.
"Pervert."
And thus, I drifted into a sweet dreamland.