Chapter 150 Extra 2

The library of the No. 1 Middle School in the city has just been completed. It covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters, has five floors, and houses more than one million books. It was donated by Mr. Wei, a philanthropic entrepreneur. Given that his son, who scored 400 points on the high school entrance exam, is also studying at the No. 1 Middle School, those who know, know.

The principal stood in front of the library and slowly announced the official end of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, while also reminding everyone to take good care of the new library.

Zhao Xiheng felt dizzy and her expression was tense. The sunlight shone on her face, making her skin appear almost transparently white and bright.

She only remembered two sentences from the entire ceremony.

The library has many books, and you can borrow them freely.

The third and fourth floors are study rooms where you can study.

No. 1 Middle School does not allow students to commute to school. Even if your home is right next to the school, you still have to stay at the school. This has greatly curbed the housing prices near No. 1 Middle School.

However, the food in the school cafeteria is not very good, and most students still go to the food street near the school for lunch and dinner.

The principal initially strictly prohibited this behavior, but after tasting a bite of the cafeteria food, he began to tacitly approve of it, only contacting the health bureau to conduct more spot checks on the hygiene of restaurants near the school.

Zhao Xiheng suffered from heatstroke and was too uncomfortable to eat. She leaned on the railing on the third floor, watching the throngs of people pouring out.

Suddenly, amidst a sea of ​​black heads, a striking green figure emerged. Like a magnet of the same polarity, he drew everyone in, causing those around him to automatically scatter and keep their distance, creating a blank circle around him.

She looked closely and confirmed that it was indeed a green-haired person; it wasn't just wearing the hoodie of a green sweatshirt on its head.

...How dare you!

The school is very strict about students' appearance; even those with naturally chestnut hair have to dye it black. What kind of royal family has SVIP access?

Bai Tao and Chen Ruonan walked up hand in hand in a few steps.

Chen Ruonan gave Zhao Xiheng a bottle of peach-flavored Genki Forest cigarettes, saying, "I bought this especially for you."

She followed Zhao Xiheng's gaze and exclaimed, "Oh!"

"You know it?" Zhao Xiheng unscrewed the bottle cap, and a refreshing peach scent wafted out with a pop, which indeed made her dizziness from heatstroke much better.

Bai Tao pointed to the library next door, "It was donated by the royal father. Wei Li is in the same year as us, a second-year high school student, but he hasn't been to school for more than a few days."

Zhao Xiheng understood and looked away.

A glaring green shadow was still flashing in front of her eyes, and she felt better after closing her eyes.

Thank you, Royal Family. The library is quite nice.

Wei Li had a bag slung over one shoulder, his shoulders were drooping, and his hands were in his pockets.

He wasn't wearing his blue and white school uniform properly; he had it open, revealing a black T-shirt underneath.

His half-length, grass-green wolf-tail hair was tied back with a small rubber band because it was too hot. Two stray bangs that couldn't be tied up stuck out on either side of his head, and his chin was sharp.

The earrings, numbered one, two, three, four, five, and six, were visible from the side, reflecting a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

People around him automatically avoided him. He half-closed his narrow eyes, a mocking smile on his lips, and walked forward like a big shot, looking down at everyone with disdain and arrogance.

Zhao Xiheng called this "late-stage chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for adolescent delusions of grandeur), saying it was hopeless.

The school emphasizes efficiency and rarely focuses on accumulating grades over time. Classes start at 7 a.m. and end at 4 p.m., proceeding in an orderly manner.

Whether some people study after class or not is entirely up to them, and whether they hire a tutor or not is also up to them.

The new library was quite busy on its first day of operation.

When Zhao Xiheng arrived, she was lucky enough to get a single seat by the window.

Because of the lack of regulation, it was a mess, filled with the sounds of reciting, reading aloud, writing, and chewing snacks.

There are also various food smells.

Zhao Xiheng frowned, lowered her head, took out the "Five-Three" textbook, and then searched for a pencil and eraser.

The floor suddenly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Keep going, don't stop." The hoarse voice carried a hint of arrogance; anyone else would have been beaten up long ago, but the library remained completely silent.

Then came the sound of a chair being dragged.

The person finally stopped in front of Zhao Xiheng. He had a cool, refreshing scent of pine resin and snow on him, which smelled quite nice.

Wei Li bent down, a string of earrings on his ear jingling, "Little classmate, can I borrow a leather case?"

His shoulder-length hair was loose, and his bangs were sticking up his eyelids. He looked uncomfortable, and the leather wig he had worn earlier had broken.

Zhao Xiheng looked up and was momentarily blinded by the dazzling green, feeling as if her eyes had been pierced.

Only one person in the whole school dyed their hair, who else could it be?

She rubbed her eyes, which made her feel a little better. She stopped looking at him, took off the spare leather wristband from her wrist and handed it to him, then continued flipping through her workbook.

Wei Li looked at her; her hair was long and black, like seaweed, her skin was fair, her eyes were big, her nose was upturned, and her lips were red. The girl was quite pretty, both well-behaved and beautiful.

Instead of sitting on a chair, he casually sat on her desk and asked flippantly, "Puppy love, little classmate?"

He's a heartless person who just wants to ruin the studies of good students.

His father donated a library and sent him to the No. 1 Middle School, hoping that he would study hard.

He's got nothing but a lot of nonsense. He doesn't study, he dyes his hair, smokes, drinks, fights, skips classes, gets tattoos, gets his ears pierced, and talks back to teachers—he's got it all covered. Now all he's missing is early romance.

Strictly speaking, it's not considered puppy love. He started school late and is already eighteen this year, but before he even finished high school, everyone called it puppy love.

In two months, he'll bring the person to his father's place, and hopefully, they'll even produce a grandson to infuriate that old man.

Zhao Xiheng closed the five-three book, remained silent for a while, struggling between swearing and being a lady, and finally took a middle ground, using a swear word that wasn't really a swear word, "Good morning my foot."

She wouldn't date someone like that even if she were to have a boyfriend early in life.

Wei Li, as if he were mentally ill, actually laughed.

He tied the leather sheath that Zhao Xiheng had given him to his hand and casually tied his hair up.

Wei Li left, and Zhao Xiheng continued her studies.

Wei Li went to the barbershop and told the barber, "I want to change my hair color."

Tony, the hairstylist, was a little conflicted. "You just dyed your hair yesterday. Even if you have a lot of hair, you can't go through all that trouble."

"Change it to silver-white." Wei Li ignored his advice.

For someone who's about to start dating early, green hair isn't a good omen.

Wei Li is a pretentious and stubborn person. He likes Zhao Xiheng, and once he bites her, he won't let go.

He knew the girl's name was Zhao Xiheng. She was an excellent student, ranking first in her grade, and a top prospect for Tsinghua and Peking Universities, receiving special attention from all the teachers. She was just young, having started school early; she was only sixteen.

Ah! You've already pulled off something big on your first puppy love, Wei Li, that's really something.

He was smug about his judgment, feeling no guilt or shame whatsoever.

After the new library opened, Zhao Xiheng went to the library to study every afternoon at five o'clock without fail, and stayed there until nine o'clock in the evening.

Wei Li volunteered to work at the library and help manage it.

The school was afraid he would cause trouble, but he repeatedly assured them that he would not make any mistakes.

The principal thought to himself, since he just wanders around all day without doing anything productive, he might as well let him manage the library and maybe he could be influenced by literature.

On his first day at the library, Wei Li, with his silver-white hair, arrived unsteadily. The entire library was deathly silent, as if a quiet buff had been applied.

The lingering smell of chive dumplings is quite annoying.

He frowned and banged on the table. "From now on, anyone who eats anything with a strong smell can get out!"

His voice was so loud that Zhao Xiheng's hand trembled, and the chocolate fell to the ground.

She picked up the chocolate and wrapped it in paper.

Wei Li kept staring at her, then raised his chin and added, "Except for Zhao Xiheng."

Zhao Xiheng's hand trembled, and the wrapped chocolate fell again.

After a moment of silence, the library suddenly erupted in a chorus of "Wow!"

They certainly knew when to start the commotion.

She was furious and annoyed; her head was practically steaming.

Hearing their teasing, Wei Li couldn't help but touch the back of his ear, his face turning red and his ears turning red as well.

But ever since Wei Li arrived, the library has become quiet and tidy, there's no more seat hogging or fighting, and there are no more unpleasant smells. It has become a very good place to study, so Zhao Xiheng still grits her teeth and stays here.

Anyway, as long as she's thick-skinned, there won't be any problem. Wei Li won't keep talking to her all the time.

The library locks at 9:30. Zhao Xiheng took a sip of water at 9:00 sharp, got up to pack her things and went back to her dormitory.

Wei Li glanced at his watch and then at the pretty young woman who had already left, realizing it was time for him to go home as well.

Is there anyone better than him in this world? He's so dedicated to his volunteer work. He arrives early and leaves late every day, and he even escorts students back to their dorms late.

Because of its wealth, No. 1 High School occupies a vast area, almost the size of a not-so-good university. The library is at the far east end, and the dormitories are at the far west end, spanning the entire school. Sometimes there are no streetlights along the way, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere. Zhao Xiheng walks there every night, relying on a strong sense of righteousness.

As she walked, she suddenly heard a chilling sound of footsteps behind her.

When I turned around, there was no one there at all.

Although she appeared to be a materialist, she was inexplicably afraid of ghosts. Suddenly, her hair stood on end, her legs went weak, and her teeth chattered.

Even if they're not ghosts, someone acting so furtively is definitely not a good person.

Zhao Xiheng quickened her pace, almost running.

The footsteps behind her quickened, becoming hurried, almost catching up with her.

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth. She struggled desperately in fear, but couldn't break free. The person reached out and pinched her arm.

There had been reports of thefts at the school before, but it turned out to be true, and she was unlucky enough to be caught in it.

"Bang!"

The person who had covered her mouth and nose released his grip, and a tall, thin figure emerged from behind, engaging in a struggle with the thief.

"Stay away!" The voice sounded strangely familiar.

Zhao Xiheng was flustered and quickly took out her phone, first calling the school security office and then 110.

Within two minutes, the patrolling guards arrived with flashlights and stun guns. Only when the lights flashed did Zhao Xiheng recognize who the good Samaritan was.

Wei Li pressed the thief down and slapped him hard on the head, his face full of ferocity, leaving two bloody scratches on his cheek.

The guards took the two men away and handed them over to the police shortly afterward. They told them to prepare to give a statement at the police station the next day, and then escorted them to their dormitory building to calm them down.

"Stop arguing, it's nothing." Wei Li shooed them away fiercely.

Hindsight is 20/20, why didn't you do this sooner?

He touched the scratches on his face; they really hurt a bit.

Zhao Xiheng touched her schoolbag and took out a few band-aids.