My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 32 - is very serious and sharp.

Fu Ying returned to her room and deleted all her previous posts, leaving only the one she posted today.

She sat at her desk, pulled out a cartoon notebook from the drawer, and began to write with her pen: March 25th, 2021. Clear skies.

He, his name is Shen Liguang, is a firefighter, nine years my senior. I...

Fu Ying's pen suddenly paused, recalling how he had been joking and laughing with that girl during the day. She felt as if something was blocking her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She looked down at her diary again and suddenly felt very pretentious, to the point of being unbearable to look at.

Annoyed, she closed her notebook and tossed it back into the drawer and walked to the hallway window to get some air.

It was nearly April, and the night breeze at the end of spring still carried a trace of coolness.

Fu Ying, leaning against the window, suddenly remembered how he had stood here smoking last time.

The way he bit the cigarette was particularly ruffian-like, and the way his eyes seemed to tease, Fu Ying had never thought she'd be so eager to grow up.

To grow up quickly...

To become his girlfriend...

Suddenly, Fu Ying shook her head, feeling as if this was a dream she could only have in her sleep for the rest of her life.

Not to mention the nine-year age difference, she was still an underaged child, and the distance between them was too great.

She took a deep breath.

What was she daydreaming about?

She hadn't even confessed yet, was already thinking about becoming his girlfriend.

What's more, he had a girlfriend.

...Or maybe they were just friends.

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Fu Ying comforted herself with this thought, yawned, and went back to the bedroom.

...

The next day at school.

Fu Ying entered the classroom to the sound of the morning reading bell sounding, and if Tan Ruonian saw that she was late again, she would get a talking to for her poor image.

Fu Ying walked to her seat and sat down as Zhou Wei came to collect homework.

"Math homework."

Fu Ying handed her math homework to Zhou Wei, then scrutinized her face carefully.

Good, there was no problem. Otherwise, it would have been her fault.

Zhou Wei, seeing Fu Ying staring at her, said irritably, "What are you looking at? Are you sick?"

After saying that, she took the math homework and returned to her seat.

Fu Ying thought, it was she who was acting weird.

For no good reason.

The last class in the morning was physical education, and Li Hanyi had been thinking of seizing this opportunity to go to class four and find the class beauty, but instead, the PE class was used for a fire drill exercise.

The weather at the end of March was mild, neither cold nor hot, but today's sun was especially bright.

On the sports field, around fifty students from class five lined up, standing sloppily.

Qian Zheng frowned at the students who were not standing in proper formation and said to Wu Xiaowu, "It's a good thing this isn't military training, otherwise I would make them learn how to stand properly before dismissing them."

"Normal, I was the same back then."

Wu Xiaowu said this and even imitated their posture.

Honestly, it was quite sloppy.

They stood for a few minutes without the drill starting, and Li Hanyi was getting impatient. He couldn't resist asking Qian Zheng, "Uhm, Mr. Firefighter, when is the drill going to start? We've been standing for so long, my legs are sore."

Hearing the word "uncle," Qian Zheng's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

After all, he was only seven or eight years older than these female students; calling him uncle was a bit much.

At that moment, a girl nearby also spoke, "Exactly, Mr. Firefighter, it's so hot, I've been sunburned. Can I go put on some sunscreen?"

"What's there to be delicate about? A bit of sunburn doesn't matter."

The girl rubbed her arms, a look of aggrievement on her face, and her voice was coquettishly soft.

Seeing the drill not starting for a long time, the students became more disorganized.

They whispered among themselves, with various discussions going on.

"Sorry for making you all wait."

Just then, a man approached from a distance, his voice clear and stern.

Fu Ying was looking down, kicking pebbles with her toes.

When she heard the familiar voice, she immediately looked up, squinting in the bright sunlight, and saw the man striding toward her, his figure tall and imposing.

Shen Liguang was dressed in his work uniform, the orange attire shimmering in the sunlight.

As he appeared, the gazes of the girls all shifted toward him.

And so did Fu Ying's.

To her, he was the center of attention as soon as he appeared.

"Ah? So handsome?"

"Is he also a firefighter? I thought he was a celebrity."

Shen Liguang's face was expressionless as he scanned over all the students, his voice serious: "Please, everyone, stand properly."

For some reason, the students, who were previously standing without order, immediately organized themselves properly at Shen Liguang's words.

"Next, we are going to conduct a fire drill exercise. Assuming the dormitory building catches fire, you will need to safely descend from the building. During this, no laughing, no noise, no crowding, no pushing, keep to the right, and if someone falls, they must be helped up immediately. Pay attention to safety and prevent any stampedes."

Shen Liguang gave some precautions and then started the exercise.

In order not to disturb the senior year students' studies, the exercise was conducted inside the dormitory building.

The instruction was to evacuate downstairs upon hearing the alarm bell.

"Really, if it weren't for some people attending some Hanfu enthusiasts' gathering, we wouldn't have had to do any safety exercise at all."

Fu Ying had just climbed the stairs when she overheard a few girls frowning and gossiping about her.

Leading them was Zhou Wei.

Fu Ying ignored them.

Zhou Wei's deskmate laughed: "Hanfu? What does she know about it? She's just joining the crowd for the heck of it."

"Don't say that. Her dad is the boss of Shenghui Media. Be careful she doesn't hold a grudge against you and take revenge."

The girl snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid of her; she's a coward now."

It was then Fu Ying fully realized that the kind are bullied.

Perhaps seeing Fu Ying's lack of reaction, they found it boring and switched the topic to Shen Liguang.

"Hey, didn't you find the last firefighter who came really handsome?"

"Yeah, indeed, all the good-looking ones have been pledged to the nation."

"Hehe, after the exercise, I will go and ask for his contact."

While the girls were chatting, suddenly the alarm bell rang.

What they thought was a simple exercise turned out to be very realistic.

Thick smoke suddenly filled the dormitory building, and Zhou Wei's group of girls, seeking to make an impressive performance, pushed Fu Ying and rushed downstairs.

Fu Ying's slight figure was lost in the crowd...

Shen Liguang stood downstairs, watching the timer to separate those who passed from those who failed.

Student after student ran down safely from the building. As the last ones were about to gather, Shen Liguang still hadn't seen the child come down from above.

He frowned and said to Tan Ruonian, "Mr. Tan, please do headcount."

Tan Ruonian nodded and began counting, "We are one short."

Fifty seconds had passed since the start of the alarm.

The blaze would show no mercy, every second was life.

Shen Liguang knitted his brows, preparing to check the situation upstairs. As he turned around, he saw Fu Ying limping out of the stairway.

"What happened?"

Fu Ying was startled by the sudden question.

She looked up, staring at Shen Liguang.

"If this wasn't a drill, you'd be dead by now."

His voice was particularly serious, sharp, and devoid of warmth, different from usual. Maybe this was him at work.

Fu Ying nodded: "I know. It won't happen next time."

The young girl nodded apologetically towards him, owning up to her mistake with a sincere attitude.

Shen Liguang felt a pang in his heart, not knowing why, he felt somewhat stifled.