ryethenovel Chapter 29, Part 1
Chapter 29, Part 1
On September 1st, the sun was scorching hot, like it was burning down.
Two rows of colorful flags stood at the entrance of Yucai No.1 Middle School, flapping loudly in the wind.
Parents dropping off their children blocked half the street, with bicycles, motorcycles, and tricycles crammed together, horns blaring incessantly.
Song Huan stood at the school gate, looking up at the large sign with gold lettering, and took a deep breath.
"Finally...we've arrived here."
"Hurry up and go in, or you'll be late."
A voice came from the side, sounding a little impatient.
Xiao Yunqing was wearing a blue and white school uniform, short sleeves and shorts, revealing a pair of long, white legs.
Her hair was still tied in a ponytail, but it was neater than when she was in elementary school. The baby fat on her face had also faded, and her chin was pointed. After her eyebrows and eyes matured, she was strikingly beautiful.
Several boys around her were looking at her; to be precise, they were looking at her long, white legs.
Xiao Yunqing was oblivious, as she was looking down and biting her milk tea straw.
"It's all your fault, you insisted on buying that milk tea."
Song Huan pursed her lips and looked away.
He was also wearing his new school uniform today, a clean and neat blue and white short-sleeved shirt.
Compared to elementary school, his face has matured, and his features are more defined. Standing there, he's quite a handsome young man.
The only downside is his height.
53 meters tall.
Xiao Yunqing, however, is 156 cm tall.
She was smug about the three-centimeter difference for the entire summer vacation.
"How dare you say that to me?" Song Huan turned to look at her. "If you hadn't been so slow..."
"Me, dawdling? It's clearly you..."
"What do you mean, 'you'... "
"you!"
The two stood at the school gate, glaring at each other, their words flying.
The freshmen passing by all turned to look at them.
Then the morning reading bell rang.
"Ring ring!"
The two froze simultaneously.
They made eye contact for a second.
Then he took off running.
Song Huan was in front, and Xiao Yunqing followed behind, their heavy schoolbags bouncing back and forth like two rabbits being chased by a dog.
Class 1 of Grade 7 is the elite class among elite classes.
It is said that all the students in this class were among the top fifty in the district's entrance exam for junior high school.
When Song Huan ran into the classroom, it was already full.
A female teacher stood on the podium, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her hair neatly styled, and her thin lips pressed into a line.
Song Huan glanced at it, and three words popped into her mind.
Abbess Miejue.
"Report."
Gao Xiao, the female teacher, raised her head and looked at her from behind her glasses.
He didn't say anything.
Just watch them.
Song Huan stood still, while Xiao Yunqing stood behind him, not daring to breathe.
After about ten seconds, Gao Xiao nodded.
"Come in."
The two quickly went inside.
Xiao Yunqing found an empty seat in the front row, next to a round-faced girl.
She put down her schoolbag, sat up straight, and adopted the standard posture of a good student.
Song Huan then slipped away to the back row.
In the last row, against the wall, there was a lone empty table in the corner.
He sat down without saying a word.
Before I could even warm my backside up, I heard a voice from the side.
"hello."
Song Huan turned her head.
There was a girl sitting next to me. She was quite sweet-looking, with a fair and smooth baby face, big eyes, and two small tiger teeth when she smiled.
Her features don't convey a cold or distant feeling, but rather a bright and vibrant one.
Pretty!
And for some reason, Song Huan felt that she looked somewhat familiar...
"My name is Lin Yue," she said. "What's your name?"
Lin Yue?
Song Huan froze, her mind going blank.
The sweet-looking girl in front of me gradually overlapped with the face in my memory.
Lin Yue was his girlfriend in college in his previous life.
They dated for six years, starting in their sophomore year of college, but ultimately broke up acrimoniously.
The reasons are personality clashes and real-world pressures.
She is paranoid, controlling, unreasonable, and makes a mountain out of a molehill...
Despite her numerous flaws, Song Huan never denied whether she loved herself.
The two broke up because of money...
"Song Huan." Song Huan's voice sounded a little unnatural.
Lin Yue nodded and turned back to look at the podium.
Song Huan turned back, feeling puzzled.
Lin Yue isn't from Jiangcheng, or even from Guangdong Province, so how did she end up here?
Song Huan remembered that Lin Yue was from Jingnan and her family wasn't well-off.
While I was feeling conflicted, I heard her inner thoughts.
[Song Huan...that's a nice name.]
[She looks good from the side too.]
Song Huan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
[He doesn't seem very tall... but that's okay.]
He doesn't seem to talk much.
[Feeling a bit down.]
[But it's pretty good.]
Song Huan's fingers tightened on the edge of the table, then loosened.
He should keep his distance.
He didn't want to experience those things from his past life again.
Those arguments, the cold wars, the broken things, her red eyes when she said "You don't understand me".
He remembers everything.
But her inner voice kept drifting over, one sentence after another, softly, like bubbles occasionally rising to the surface of water.
I wonder if he has a girlfriend.
[Probably not.]
[Never mind, what does it have to do with me?]
Then her inner voice stopped.
It was clean and tidy, like the surface of water returning to calm.
Song Huan waited for a while, but didn't hear the next sentence.
He took a deep breath and pushed back the surging emotions.
Beside her, Lin Yue had already opened her textbook, head down, the tip of her pen writing her name on the title page.
He wrote slowly, stroke by stroke.
Song Huan didn't look at what she had written.
He looked up at the row in front of him.
Even through several rows of heads, he spotted Xiao Yunqing's back at a glance.
Her ponytail hung down behind the chair, revealing a section of her white nape.
She sat very upright, her shoulders tense, clearly listening attentively.
Just looking at that figure made him feel much more at ease.
He had listened to that girl's innermost thoughts for over a decade, and they were always about milk, braised pork, what to wear tomorrow, and whether he had eaten properly.
Those bright, warm things.
Like a hot water bottle in winter, you can keep warm by keeping it warm.
Gao Xiao spoke up.
"My name is Gao Xiao, and I am your homeroom teacher. From today onwards, I will be in charge of everything in Class 1, Grade 7."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire class.
"I don't care what your rankings were in elementary school. Here, it's all reset to zero. Anyone who dares to be late, leave early, or not hand in their homework..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but her eyes already completed the rest.
The entire class fell silent.
Song Huan heard the unspoken thoughts around her.
[Oh no, this teacher is so fierce...]
My mom was right, it's really tough to get into the top classes...
He almost burst out laughing.
Because he had already heard Gao Xiao's inner thoughts.
[Hmph, they're just new elementary school students after all. The veteran teachers in the office are right; the rules need to be established in the very first lesson.]
Then Song Huan heard some other thoughts.
The boys in the front row appeared to be sitting upright, but in their hearts...
[That girl in the first row has really long legs.]
[The one on the left with the ponytail... holy crap, she looks good!]
[The last girl to come in is so pretty!]
Song Huan knew who they were talking about without even looking.
Xiao Yunqing.
This girl is the center of attention wherever she goes.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the figure with the ponytail, and a slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.
Gao Xiao's lecture lasted a full twenty minutes.
From discipline to hygiene, from hygiene to appearance, and from appearance to puppy love.
"I'm warning you in advance," she pushed up her glasses, "any form of early romantic relationship is not allowed in Class 1 of Grade 7. If it is discovered, your parents will be contacted immediately."
The whole class fell silent.
Song Huan heard several boys' hearts shattered.
Lin Yue's thoughts drifted over from the side again.
It was very soft, like talking to oneself.
[oh.]
It paused for a moment.
[Never mind then.]
Song Huan's eyelashes fluttered. He didn't look to the right.
In the front row, Xiao Yunqing stood ramrod straight.
She appeared to be listening attentively to Gao Xiao's speech, but her gaze kept drifting backward.
When she ran in just now, she caught a glimpse of Song Huan sneaking to the last row.
In the last row, there was a girl sitting next to me.
She didn't get a clear look at the girl, but she already felt uncomfortable.
Why is he sitting so far away...? There are plenty of seats in the front...
She bit her lip.
[Fine, he'll have to wait for me after school anyway. Let him try running ahead.]