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)

In the second year of high school, our class split into liberal arts and science streams. Before the split, everyone was busy writing in each other's yearbooks. Writing yearbooks was actually a very ambiguous thing—it let you write down all the things you couldn't say out loud. Several people in our class even confessed through the yearbook and ended up dating.

I also bought a yearbook and had everyone in class write in it. Naturally, I saved it for last and handed it to F.

At first, he wasn't interested, saying it was boring. I pestered him until he gave in, saying, "Just leave it with me. I'll write in it when I have time."

But he never had time. It wasn't until the end of the school year that he finally remembered to return it.

I opened it with great anticipation, only to see his message consisted of just eight large characters: "Study hard. Don't be lazy."

I was nearly driven mad with rage.

Only later did I realize how scheming he really was. Since he had my yearbook, I had to keep going to him to ask about it. And during that time, he leisurely read through every single message the boys had written in it, making sure there was no "illicit love" going on before finally writing a few random words to brush me off.