Raise Love-56-Pounced into His Arms

The boy was dressed in a black suit and trousers, which made his already tall, straight, and unrestrained figure look even more perfectly handsome. His casual and laid - back temperament set him off with ease.

The end of his almond - shaped eyes was slightly raised, his eyelashes lowered, casting a faint shadow. As he walked over, he was lazy and casual, his eyes unfocused.

He lazily lowered his head to adjust the microphone.

For this kind of occasion, even if there were thousands of people in the audience, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of stage fright or discomfort.

He was used to being in the spotlight.

Aria stared at him intently, unconsciously comparing him in her mind to the Ryder who had spoken on stage as a student representative at the 100 - day an oath-taking rally in Senior year.

At that time, he was young and green, yet casual.

Everyone in the audience had applauded for him. Inspired by his speech, they were filled with high spirits, blood boiling, and couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

He had given the confused Senior students a sense of purpose, igniting their last bit of passion in those final 100 days.

The young man who had once amazed their youth had always been a special color hidden in Aria's heart. She adored him, admired him, and yearned to see him shine.

He was the pronoun of her youth.

And now, he had truly matured a lot. Along with his casualness, there was more steadiness. Time had precipitated him into a more charming person. Every gesture of his was handsome and captivating.

As if sensing something, at the moment he opened his mouth, his gaze shot straight towards her, and a smile curved his lips.

Aria heard the cheers of the whole audience.

No one dared to call his name directly, and the words "president" resounded deafeningly.

She met his deep, black eyes, and the corners of her lips curved gently. She smiled, but her eyes suddenly became uncontrollably hot.

This was the person she adored.

She had known him since the first year of junior high school, and then she fell in love with him. From being ignorant to hiding her feelings in her heart, seven years had passed.

She had watched him grow up and become more and more outstanding.

But when would this boy, loved by countless people, lower his eyes and let her figure fill his sight?

Take a look at her feelings.

The light on the stage shone on Ryder, forming a sharp contrast with the dimness in the audience. Aria knew that in such dim light, he couldn't see her expression clearly.

As she gently swayed the glow stick with a smile, looking at him with curved eyes, he was in her eyes and also in her heart. At the same time, she let the teardrops in the corner of her eyes fall, gently sliding across her side face.

The water droplets falling from her eyelashes indicated her sudden sense of relief and the sadness that came with it.

She was happy about this reunion, but also sincerely sad.

The sweetness and bitterness of these days intertwined. She had only been reunited with him for fourteen days, but during that year of repeating the senior year, 365 days, all the emotions burst out suddenly and fiercely at this moment.

She had chosen to repeat the senior year because of him, but not solely for him. She did it for her future, for her prospects, to climb higher.

But ultimately, the person standing at a higher place was him.

Just like in the year of the Select Honors Program, she knew that her future was important, so she gritted her teeth and ticked the liberal arts option on the subject - selection form.

She thought that even if her science scores were a little higher, or even if they didn't need to be higher than her liberal arts scores, she would be willing to take a gamble.

But there was no such chance.

That year, her grades were appallingly bad. Each of her minor subjects started with a score in the twenties or thirties. It was so difficult that there was no way for her to get close to him.

She wanted to tell him, "Ryder, you have no idea how hard it has been for me to get to your side."

But why should she?

After all, it really was like what they said. When you're young, you shouldn't meet someone too amazing, otherwise your whole life will be too lonely.

Because you can't forget them.

His voice was deep and lazy, like a smooth and pleasant performance. It was like the sound of a cello, making people immersed in it. Even after he handed the microphone to the host beside him and left the stage, the people in the audience were still immersed in it.

The first program was a song, a duet. The exquisitely dressed boy and girl stepped onto the stage following the host's words. The glow sticks were waved, and some people started to liven up the atmosphere.

Aria quietly wiped away her inexplicable tears, followed suit and swayed the glow stick, no longer thinking about those things.

Perhaps related to her love for literature, she liked to write some random things. She was also a sentimental girl.

Her emotions came and went quickly.

Sydney, who was sitting next to her, didn't give her a chance to continue being sad. She tilted her head and kept chattering about how damn handsome the president was just now, and even pulled her to wildly wave the glow stick.

Aria had no choice but to follow her and shake it. It could be said that she was kind of laughing through her tears in a different way.

Since it was a fraternity, apart from the song performances, there were some funny programs. The self - created crosstalk and skits made the students watching the performance laugh non - stop.

Aria couldn't help but lean on Sydney's shoulder and laugh along.

While she was laughing heartily, she was suddenly poked on the shoulder. Aria turned her head in confusion, and Sydney whispered in her ear, "Hey, look over there. Is the president looking at you?"

Aria looked in the direction Sydney indicated.

In the dim light, the boy was leaning against the wall, with a scarlet tip on his fingertip. Under the faint mist, his unfocused gaze glanced over at her.

It was a very secluded corner, not big. It seemed that it could accommodate two or three people, but at this time, he was the only one there.

When he saw her looking over, he paused.

He raised his browbones, and the corner of his lips suddenly curled up in a half - smiling arc, making a lip - movement to Aria.

Perhaps due to the tacit understanding during military training, Aria immediately understood what he was saying.

— "Come here."

Aria frowned and just looked at him for a few seconds.

Ryder wasn't in a hurry either. He extinguished the cigarette that had just been lit and was still mostly intact between his fingertips, and slowly repeated the gesture.

Aria gritted her teeth, looked around. The classmates around her were all watching the program intently, and some were looking down at their phones.

She took a deep breath, stuffed the glow stick into Sydney's hand, and whispered, "I'm going out for a moment. I'll be back soon."

Sydney readily took the glow stick and smiled wickedly, "Go ahead, you don't have to be back soon. Take your time."

"..." Aria glared at her.

She walked along the wall, carefully lowering her waist and moving towards the side where Ryder was leaning.

Fortunately, the distance wasn't far, and her seat was quite close to the wall. After walking a few steps, she was close to that side. She quickened her pace and quickly hid in there in two or three steps.

At the same time, she ignored the fact that the shadow area was really small.

She rushed over too hastily, and there was a pile of red woolen curtain on the ground. She tripped over it all of a sudden. Her face turned pale with fright, and she couldn't stop herself at all.

She let out an "ah" in a panic. Most importantly, she didn't forget to cover her mouth with her hand at this time, afraid of being seen.

She lunged forward violently.

In front of her was the wall and the corrugated cement floor. If she fell, face - down, it would be a minor matter if she didn't get disfigured.

Ryder's calm and playful expression suddenly changed.

He quickly stood up straight, moved the arm holding the cigarette aside, and with one hand, he grabbed the girl's slender, delicate waist, held it tightly, and forcefully pulled her towards him.