I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You (我不喜歡這世界，我只喜歡你) by Qiao Yi (喬一)

When the new semester started, we were reassigned seats, and F and I were no longer desk mates. I was really upset and even secretly cried, feeling like the sky had fallen.

Back then, I was shy and reserved—not like the carefree person I am now. And F wasn't the kind of guy who would reach out to people, so after we stopped sitting together, we barely talked.

But every two weeks, we had chemistry class in the lab, and the lab seats were based on the original seating plan. Which meant—only in the lab could I sit next to him again.

So every time I saw "Chemistry Lab" on the schedule, I'd get so, so happy. I'd even lay out my best clothes the night before, excited to go to school.

Once, the school handed out a survey—anonymously asking us to write our favorite teacher, subject, etc. While others wrote Math, Chinese, Geography, I cheekily wrote "Chemistry Lab."

During a break, I went to the office and saw the class monitor tallying up the results.

He said most people wrote English—probably because our homeroom teacher taught it.

"But there are two people who wrote 'Chemistry Lab,'" he added.

"Two?!" I blurted out.

He nodded. "Yep, two."

I still remember how I felt at that moment—like a tiny firework had gone off in my heart. Pop.