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"That's true …" With his mixed-race face, Le Zhishi was one of the most popular students when he first entered the school. However, Jiang Yufan still thought it was amazing, "I was scared to death just now. When I saw Song Yu's armband, I thought you were finished. "
Le Zhishi held onto the escalator and gasped, "Is it really necessary?"
"Why not? You violated the rules on the first day of school, and you even met Song Yu, a cold and arrogant big shot on duty. When he pulled you, I thought he was going to do you on the spot. "
When they were almost there, Le Zhishi turned around and shushed him. Then, he quickly walked into the classroom.
Coincidentally, the class monitor was taking attendance. Le Zhishi tried his best to hold his breath and stood at the door. His hair was curled up from running. "Miss …"
The homeroom teacher, Wang Qian, was a young male teacher. He taught Chinese and could get along well with the students. However, when he was strict, he didn't show any mercy. Fortunately, Le Zhishi had always been the representative of good students. He was never late, never skipped class, and never caused trouble. He had good grades and was likable. Miss Wang didn't make it difficult for him, "Come in."
However, Jiang Yufan wasn't so lucky.
Wang Qian had a playful smile on his face, "Isn't this the permanent guest of the Tardiness Team of Class 8?"
"Miss Wang," Jiang Yufan touched his buzz cut, "I'm two steps later than Le Zhishi."
"Yes, I think it's good to be more standard." Wang Qian put his hands behind his back, "From today onwards, you can only be two steps later than your deskmate. Otherwise, you'll be punished by standing in the morning self-study session."
"Huh?" Jiang Yufan frowned. The students of Class 8 who were watching all laughed.
"What are you talking about? Come in. " After Wang Qian finished speaking, he began to warn the other students, "I don't care if it's just a small fight, but at the opening ceremony, behave yourselves. If you're caught by the Dean, I won't bail you out. It's fine if you're sentenced publicly. You'll be famous before you enter middle school, so you didn't waste your time studying in middle school."
Everyone was snickering, except for Le Zhishi, who had yet to recover from his panting. He tried to stuff his bag into the desk, but he couldn't. Then he realized what was in the drawer. He reached in and took out an exquisite sapphire blue gift box.
Strange. He took a closer look.
"Who gave it to you? It's so cool. I got a gift on the first day of school. "Jiang Yufan leaned on the table and teased in a low voice." It's good to be handsome. "
"Of course not." Le Zhishi raised his head and glanced at Wang Qian before opening the gift box. Inside was an exquisite white fountain pen and a bottle of ink, with a card on top. He didn't touch the fountain pen. He just opened the card and read the words on it. Then he put it back in the drawer.
Jiang Yufan, who was always gossiping, came over and asked, "Which class is it from? This fountain pen doesn't look cheap. "
Le Zhishi pursed his lips as if he was thinking.
"After the opening ceremony, we won't go home, right?"
"I don't think so. We'll probably have to go back to the classroom. Why? "
"I want to go to Class 11 and return this."
Everyone in the class stood up and prepared to go to the school gymnasium. Jiang Yufan didn't understand Le Zhishi's action of returning the gift. "No way, Le. If you really return it, the girl will be sad."
Le Zhishi was a little hungry. He unzipped his bag and took out a piece of bread. He tore it open and bit off half of it. He said vaguely, "If I don't return it, she might think I agreed. But I didn't. It's not right. And I'm only in the third year of middle school. I can't date. "
Jiang Yufan's face was full of disbelief. "Oh my god, where did you come from? That guy in the next class had three girlfriends last semester. Fine. Anyway, you won't understand a girl's feelings when she's heartbroken. "
Heartbroken.
Le Zhishi really couldn't feel it, but he weighed the seriousness of heartbreak and being cheated. He was firm in his decision.
"I'll talk to her properly." Le Zhishi quickly chewed the bread in his mouth and stood up with the other students. A brand new medicine box fell out of his bag. He bent down to pick it up and put it in his pocket. But the pocket of his school pants was too small. So he tried to tear open the packaging, but the quality of the plastic seal was too good.
"Let's go." Jiang Yufan pulled him.
"Oh, okay."
The whole school flooded into the gymnasium. Le Zhishi found that there was no trash can when he entered. He quickly finished the last bite and folded the bag in half before stuffing it into the pocket of his school pants.
Peiya was one of the most famous high schools in the area. Compared to the quiet and frugal performance-driven education next door, Peiya had a more western-style education. Many students wanted to study abroad. There was even a saying that "only half of Peiya's third-year students take the college entrance exam." Plus, the school was rich and could afford to expand. Thus, the junior and senior sections had never been separated.
With such a large number of students, the annual opening ceremony was naturally a big event in the school. No matter how free and unorganized the school was, this day couldn't be wrong.
The senior students went in first and sat in the auditorium according to their class. Compass stood in front of them and said, "Third year, Class 6 to Class 11, please sit in the middle."
"Huh?"
"Why is it the blue class again?"
"We're going to sit on the ground again."
Peiya Junior School's summer uniform was light blue short-sleeved shirts, while the senior section's was white. The winter knitted vest was also the same color. Over time, everyone used the uniform colors to refer to the junior section.
Everyone looked for their class seats. After not seeing each other for the whole summer, the first thing the girls did when they gathered was gossip. After all, this was always a favorite topic.
"Did you see the confession wall last night?"
"No, who is it this time?"
"It's a second-year student. She confessed to Song Yu. She wrote a lot and said that she had a crush on him for a year."
"Wow, the school hunk … is so brave."
"Is there a school hunk in our school? Why haven't I voted? "
"No, but Song Yu can be considered to be publicly acknowledged. She actually dares to pursue him. I haven't seen him get close to any girl. Not even the senior section, let alone the junior section. "
Hearing Song Yu's name, Le Zhishi was a little happy, but also a little uncomfortable. His face was itchy. He pulled his hair, looked around, and slowly followed the crowd. The class monitor organized everyone to sit down on the floor. Le Zhichi sat at the back of the boys' team. The girls' gossips in front of them changed from the hot topic of a sophomore girl confessing her love to a senior in high school to the discussion of Pei Ya.
"Then there was an argument under the confession wall. Someone said that Song Yu has a poker face and doesn't care about anyone. He's not even as good as Le Zhishi from the junior section. I'm dying of laughter. Gossiping about my own class. "
"What do you mean by not even as good as him? Le is very good-looking. Isn't his mixed-race face good looking? And he has a good personality. "
"Someone said that he's too young. But then it became that the junior section and senior section each had one. That way, there was no dispute. "
"Hahaha, that's true. They're the kind of people who are paid for in the crowd. When are they going to stand together and compare? "
"They can't even stand in the same frame. There's no interaction at all."
Jiang Yufan pricked up his ears and listened back and forth. He was speechless. "Little Le is not bad. He's almost as good as Song Yu."
Le Zhishi stretched his neck to look for Song Yu in the audience. He didn't hear the girls' discussion about him from beginning to end. He was a little confused by Jiang Yufan's cue. "Huh?"
Who knew that the girl diagonally in front of him would turn her head at this time. Her face was full of gossip. "Le, what do you think of senior Song Yu? Except for his personality. "
This was the first time he was asked about Song Yu in school since junior high.
Le Zhishi felt guilty. It was the same feeling he had when he was hiding under the sun to wait for Song Yu. He unconsciously blinked faster, trying to give an answer that sounded more like a stranger's.
"Senior Song Yu is very handsome and his grades are very good."
But in the end, he couldn't resist the urge to protect him. "And I don't think there's anything wrong with his personality." Le Zhishi's tone was unusually serious. "He just doesn't like to talk. That doesn't mean he has a bad personality. Although he looks a little scary, he's actually a very nice person …"
The more the girl listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Puzzled, she interrupted. "Wait, how do you know he's a nice person?"
Sure enough, he wasn't good at hiding.
Le Zhishi was momentarily speechless. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yufan interrupted. "Song Yu is indeed a little better than I thought. He's on duty today and didn't report Le's nameplate when he picked it up. He even helped him hide it from Compass."
"Really?"
"He's my savior."
"As expected of a handsome guy!"
When the ceremony started, the class monitor reminded them to stop talking. Only then did the gossip stop. Le Zhishi breathed a sigh of relief. He had almost been exposed. With how gossipy they were, if they knew about their relationship, they wouldn't stop.
Every year at the beginning of school, the content was similar. The leaders' speeches on stage made his soul leave his body. After a while, it was the junior high school student representative. It was the top student in their class. Le Zhishi was very supportive. He straightened his back and raised his head. He tried his best to listen, but the lights in the gymnasium were too bright. He gradually lowered his head, like a wilted sunflower in the sun.
He didn't know if it was because he ate the bread too quickly, but his stomach felt a little uncomfortable. It was like a ball of cotton that couldn't go up or down.
Rubbing his stomach, Le Zhishi looked at the dirty little spot on the tip of his canvas shoes. As he focused his gaze, the little spot gradually expanded, like a dark cloud with low pressure. The applause from the crowd was like boiling water pouring into his ears, burning his chest, and filling his lungs with steam.
There was a small commotion among the students. His throat was dry, like a feather stuck in it. Le Zhishi lowered his head and cleared his throat. The new student representative walked on stage.
When he got close to the microphone, there was a sharp roar of electricity, like a premonition of a strong tone.
The next second, a low voice came from the uncooperative microphone.
"Sorry."
Le Zhishi raised his head and looked at the person on stage. His chest rose and fell.
"Good morning, everyone. I'm Song Yu from Grade 12 (5)."
His heart raced. It was a pathological rate.
Like the girls said, Song Yu's good looks were recognized. But his bones were long and narrow, his eyes were long and narrow, and the corners of his eyes were sharp. All of these gave him a strong sense of oppression and distance.
It was hard to find too many traces of emotion on his face.
In contrast, Le Zhishi's facial features were soft and childish. He didn't have any offensive power. His clear amber eyes were sincere and naive.
"Today is the first day of school …"
Song Yu lowered his eyes. His gaze fell on the open folder on his forearm. His tone was neither fast nor slow. Occasionally, he would raise his head. His gaze was calm.
Le Zhishi had liked to listen to Song Yu's voice since he was a child, no matter what it was. But he didn't feel right at the moment. He wanted to listen to every word clearly, but he couldn't concentrate. His throat was dry and itchy.
His windpipe seemed to be compressed bit by bit. The airflow was squeezed in the narrow tunnel. It couldn't go up or down.
Oh no.
This reaction was too familiar. Le Zhishi pulled out the packaging. The sound of the airflow in his lungs was like a bellows.
Sure enough, he bought the wrong one. This brand of ordinary bread and cornbread was different except for a logo at the bottom right corner. Everything else was the same.
Le Zhishi suffered from a serious wheat allergy. In addition to the common rubella and throat itching, the most uncomfortable food allergy asthma was the clinical reaction. It would only appear when he was exposed to a large amount of allergens, and it came fiercely.
The gymnasium was too quiet. Le Zhishi could only hear Song Yu's voice and the increasingly obvious growl in his chest.
His first reaction was regret. He regretted leaving the medicine on the desk. Who would have thought that the allergy would act up after just one use?
But this thought didn't last long. The instinct to call for help came faster. His asthma took away his strength. Le Zhishi leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Yufan's arm.
The people around them also noticed something strange.
"A new semester means a new beginning."
Standing on the stage, Song Yu lowered his eyes and began to read.
There was a sudden commotion among the students below the stage. They gathered at the end of a class. A few people even stood up and formed a circle. Students from other classes also noticed something. They craned their necks to look.
"This will be a breakthrough and a critical point. The accumulation of the past is about to explode. The turning point is just ahead …"
Song Yu didn't care about what happened. This was his personality. He only looked up occasionally. In the chaos of the crowd, he saw half of the person's face on the ground.
"Le! Are you okay?! "
The Dean of Teaching, who didn't know the situation, began to come out to maintain order. "Hey, that class, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yufan knelt on the ground and said anxiously, "Teacher! Someone's not feeling well! "
The speech in the microphone was abruptly cut off. There was a thud. It was the sound of a folder falling. The sound was amplified by the loudspeaker. It was particularly hurried and abrupt.
The Dean of Teaching turned around. The podium was already empty. "It's a mess!"
The student from the photography club, who was responsible for recording the entire event, held his camera in a daze. For a moment, he didn't know whether to chase after the student representative or continue to aim at the empty podium.
Something unexpected happened at the conference. Suspending the speech was barely a normal reaction. But the representative standing on the podium left the stage without saying anything.
And this person was Song Yu.
This was too abnormal.
Le Zhishi had mixed feelings. Was he mocking him? Was he mocking him?
But Song Yu was right. He was indeed a troublemaker.
Thinking of this, Le Zhishi's expression became a little depressed. When Song Yu reached out with an alcohol swab, he shrank back and apologized in a small voice, "I'm sorry."
Song Yu didn't respond to his apology. Instead, he reached out with his other hand and held his chin. "Don't move."
As soon as he said that, Le Zhishi really didn't move. But his thoughts began to wander. He remembered that in school, whether it was when he won a speech competition or when he was knocked down while playing basketball, Song Yu never took the initiative to approach him. They were very serious about playing the role of strangers.
So now, Le Zhishi was even a little grateful that his asthma on the first day of school forced them to reveal their complicated relationship. Walking together seemed very open and aboveboard.
Seeing him in a daze, Song Yu said casually, "Is it good?"
Le Zhishi pulled himself out of his thoughts. After hearing this, he was very sure that Song Yu was mocking him.
"I accidentally inhaled it." He frowned.
This scene reminded Song Yu of when they went to the dentist together when they were young. Le Zhishi ate candy until his mouth was full of teeth. Lin Rong took them to the dentist's office. As soon as he heard the sound of the electric drill, Le Zhishi opened his mouth and cried. He grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.
Song Yu continued to wipe and said calmly, "What's the smell?"
"Cantaloupe." Le Zhishi described truthfully, "At first, it was sweet, but then it became a little disgusting, like fever syrup."
He could describe it in such detail.
After that, Le Zhishi spat out a little and wrapped it in paper. "Could it be that the person who made the refill guessed that someone would inhale it, so he deliberately made it sweet?"
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