Chapter 1 I had a secret crush on Cameron Brooks for three years. After he saw my post on the campus confession wall asking for a boyfriend, he suddenly DMed me. Cameron: [Image] Did you post this? I replied coyly: Yep~ Cameron: My roommate is interested in you. Would you consider him? ...Damn. What was I stupidly hoping for? This was Cameron Brooks! We hadn't spoken in years. The fact that he even dug up my contact info was a miracle. Me: Does your roommate meet my criteria? Over 6 feet, handsome with abs, sunny smile, and good moral character? Cameron: ...Your standards are pretty high. Me: Just tell me if he fits or not. Cameron: He fits. Great! Me: Tell him to add me. Right now! Immediately! Also, ask him where he wants to buy a house in the school district! Cameron: ... Cameron: He says he's a bit shy. How about this? I'll set it up, and we can all grab dinner together? Chapter 2 Cameron said he'd bring his roommate to treat me to dinner. I was in a daze. I was actually going to meet Cameron Brooks. Counting on my fingers, we hadn't seen each other since high school graduation. Even though we got into the same university, he was a busy guy. I usually only saw him in the news. Cameron was a snowboarding prodigy. Athletes like him were as rare as pandas, always the center of attention. In high school, I secretly worshipped him for a long time. But he didn't know, and I didn't dare tell him. It was my secret. Approaching the restaurant, I saw Cameron from a distance. He was wearing black, standing under a dim streetlamp, long legs, looking calm and composed. Standing in front of him was a girl with flushed cheeks. "Cameron, I've watched every single one of your competitions. I never thought I'd run into you near campus today. This must be fate..." Full of passion and excitement, after setting the stage, she finally said, "Cameron, I like you." The air went silent for a second. From my angle, I could only see Cameron's neck, pale against his black jacket and dark hair. A breeze blew past, and Cameron spoke. "I'm not interested in you." Probably not expecting such a direct rejection, the girl's face turned pale. She stammered an apology and ran off. Only the cold tone of his voice remained in my ears. I started to get cold feet. Cameron's demeanor made me feel that using his roommate as an excuse to see him was a ridiculous decision. It had been too long. I almost forgot he was always popular with girls. Other people's affection always seemed to carry little weight with him, and he didn't care. Suddenly, I didn't want to go to the dinner. I quietly retreated, thinking I'd send him a text later saying something came up. But I hadn't taken a few steps when someone grabbed my arm. That voice, cool and familiar after so many years, sounded from above my head. Cameron was holding onto me. "Sarah, I'm right here. Where are you going?" Chapter 3 I was dragged into the restaurant by Cameron. It was just the two of us. I asked him, "Where's your roommate? Why are you alone?" His eyelashes were long, and he looked nonchalant. "His professor needed him for something. He couldn't make it. Next time." ...This sounded suspiciously like the excuse I was just about to use. I muttered, "That's unfortunate." Cameron heard me and asked, "Are you disappointed?" "No... I just thought this was a blind date." Cameron chuckled low. "Something like that." Me: ?? When he smiled, he looked really good. It diluted the aloofness and added a bit of youthful spirit. Before I could dwell on the meaning of his words, a menu was pushed in front of me. Waiting for the food was a bit awkward, so I found a topic. "You're back at school recently. Are there no competitions?" Cameron: "Yeah, back to prep for the English proficiency exam." "Do athletes need to pass that too?" "Peace of mind. What about you? Did you pass?" "Passed last semester." "What score?" "Over 600." Just then, my phone lit up. The girls in my dorm group chat were going crazy. "Sarah, how's it going? Is it going well?" "Is he hot? Send a pic!" "I don't care about '180cm with abs', I just want to see Cameron Brooks QAQ!" Taking a photo was obviously impossible. I secretly replied in the group. "Handsomer than the photos on the bulletin board." "I mean Cameron." Then they screamed for a solid minute. Cameron suddenly said, "Over 600, that's high. I've missed a lot of English classes. How about you tutor me for the exam?" "Huh?" I didn't expect this turn of events. "But I've never tutored anyone." "It's fine, just teach whatever. You can treat it as a part-time job. I'll pay you hourly." Sounded like a good deal. But I couldn't help probing a little more. "Don't you have a better candidate? You could ask your girlfriend to help you." Cameron smiled a half-smile. "Where would I get a girlfriend?" "Oh, you don't have one..." "I'd like one. Even a fake one would do. It could save me a lot of trouble, like confessions and stuff." I said, "Then you can recruit a fake girlfriend." "Recruiting a stranger is too much hassle." He picked up a new pair of chopsticks and moved the best pieces of meat from the serving dish into my bowl, then suddenly said, "Or, how about you?" I froze. Seeing no reaction, he said, "Just kidding. Old classmate." I thought so too. He was out here playing matchmaker for his roommate; maybe he was testing me. To prove I wasn't a fickle woman, I said, "Yeah, that wouldn't be appropriate." Cameron's smile faded. He pursed his lips and didn't speak again. Chapter 4 I agreed to tutor Cameron, mainly because the hourly rate he offered was way too much cough cough. Him memorizing vocab and doing practice tests didn't stop me from studying for my advanced exams. But today was unlucky. We hadn't been sitting in the study hall for long when the Vice President of the Sports Club found us. The VP was basically the campus goddess, an aerobics athlete, great body, great vibe. She saw Cameron first, then me, looking at me with surprise. "Cameron, I've been looking for you forever," she said, walking over with a smile, almost ignoring me. "You're actually studying here? That's rare." Cameron looked up. "What's up?" "Did you not check your messages?" The VP said familiarly. "I keep telling you, check your phone occasionally, or you'll miss everything. How many times has this happened? I have to come find you personally for club matters." Then, as if just noticing me, the VP asked exaggeratedly, "Is this... your girlfriend?" Damn. What does that tone mean? Am I not good enough? I was a little annoyed but kept it polite. "Hi, I'm Cameron's tutor." The VP clearly panicked for a second. "T-Tutor? Sorry, my tone just now wasn't great... wait, Tutor, why are you doing an advanced English practice test?" Soon, the VP saw the name I wrote on the paper: "Sarah Jones, Journalism '24". She immediately raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were a real teacher. Turns out you're just helping with homework." "What do you actually want?" Cameron interrupted her, already impatient. She finally spread out the flyer in her hand. "Sports Club retreat. I signed you up." "Not going." "Why? Everyone is going, just missing you." "Can't let it affect my exam prep." "It's just one day. You can study when you get back." "Can't," Cameron looked sideways at me. "Ms. Jones is very expensive. Can't afford to waste time." Following his words, the VP sized me up again, full of hostility. "Speaking of which, you really need tutoring? I can introduce you to a professional teacher, even get you a discount. Is this student-teaching really effective? Don't waste money and get no results." The VP insinuated. Cameron laughed. "Are you serious? With your English grades—I dare to trust a teacher you introduce?" The girl choked. Finally, she steered the topic back to the retreat. "This time we're going to the beach. I got a BBQ grill, we can roast meat ourselves, it'll feel very summery. By the way, the girls all brought bikinis. Think about it." "Not going." Cameron still refused. "I don't like looking at the sea." "Then what do you like—?" Cameron's expression was indifferent. "I only like snow." Chapter 5 His words were ambiguous. I almost froze. But I quickly realized, he's a winter sports athlete, dealt with snow since childhood. He probably didn't mean anything else. The VP eventually left in defeat. As soon as she left, Cameron asked me, "How did I do just now?" "How did you do what?" "For the sake of studying, I refused entertainment. Shouldn't you praise me?" He looked at me with smiling eyes, like a big golden retriever wagging its tail asking for a head pat. My heart beat like a drum. Outwardly, I said calmly, "Mm, you're great." I don't know why, but even though it was just a generic compliment, Cameron's mood improved significantly, and he studied even harder. But I couldn't calm down. "I only like snow." This sentence echoed in my mind, lingering. I excused myself to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. When I bent down, I suddenly remembered the first time I saw Cameron. It was freshman year of high school. He was late on the first day. Cutting it close with the bell, the back door of the classroom was pushed open. Cameron rushed in, vaulted over a desk, and landed directly in his seat. I turned around then and saw the wind billow his loose jacket, lifting the hem of his T-shirt slightly, carrying a faint scent of clean soap. He smiled at the homeroom teacher, eyes bright, radiating youthful energy. Even today, thinking of that scene, I still zone out. But I had long warned myself that Cameron was from another world. Don't fantasize. The secrets of the past must not be discovered by anyone, especially him. To calm myself down, I logged into my secret TikTok account. This account only followed one fitness influencer. He occasionally posted workout videos, never showing his face. His muscles weren't huge, but just right, not greasy at all. It was my ideal boyfriend body type. I watched and commented: "Hi wifey!" "Wifey, I just realized today your pecs are amazing too!" "Nice butt." This influencer never replied to me, but it didn't matter. Commenting was just for fun. After the influencer replaced Cameron and occupied my brain, I returned to the study hall. Cameron finished the paper. I went over it with him. The last item was the essay. I wanted to search for a sample essay online to show this underachieving student. I opened my phone, and the abs video that was paused earlier popped up. At that moment, both Cameron and I froze.
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