Chapter 106: Staying Overnight

He Miao's mother called and asked when she would be home.

Su Xia poked her arm and showed her what she was typing on her phone, her big eyes looking pitiful.

[My dear, please don't leave. Come live at my house. Come live at my house.]

[Just stay for one night. We can chat, eat snacks, and watch a movie. You can go to bed any time. My mom won't be home until tomorrow. You can wear my pajamas, and use my towels, blankets, and toiletries. After breakfast, I'll have my uncle take you home.]

He Miao was fascinated and secretly made an OK gesture, trying to persuade the other party for a while.

He Miao's mother was embarrassed. "Don't cause trouble for others, okay?"

Su Xia put her hands together and bowed, mouthing the mantra: No trouble, no trouble.

No matter what the other party instructed, He Miao nodded in agreement.

After finally hanging up the phone, the two of them held hands and shook them several times, jumping and dancing, as excited as if they had won the jackpot in a scratch-off lottery.

The gossip conference just now hasn't ended yet.

Su Xia didn't ask her aunt to cook. The two of them had a simple pizza takeout meal. After washing up, they changed into identical Crayon Shin-chan pajamas, spread out on Su Xia's spacious princess bed, and aired their hair which had not yet completely dried.

The air was filled with the same scent of shampoo and shower gel, as well as the exclamations and laughter of two people.

How many times in life can we spend such a beautiful night without worries with good friends?

Su Xia had never made such a true friend in her previous life, and she cherished this moment very much.

Priceless.

The topic went around and around and came back to themselves.

Su Xia casually mentioned, "Teacher Xiao He, who is your phone screensaver now?"

My friend has always advocated a minimalist lifestyle. His screensaver is the real-time moon that comes with the system, which is gray and black.

Just now, when I answered the phone call from the parents, I caught a quick glimpse of a handsome boy holding a surfboard. He was about the same age as them, and his teeth were whiter than the waves.

She swung her legs and guessed, "Actor, or idol star?"

“…Neither.”

He Miao blushed and offered a trade-off, "If I tell you something, you have to tell me a secret too."

Su Xia nodded without hesitation.

He Miao hugged the pillow for a long time to prepare himself mentally, unlocked his phone screen, and clicked on the other party's Instagram account to show Su Xia, "I stumbled upon this handsome amateur last month. He seems to still be studying in Gangcheng. I stole the screensaver from his album."

"Wow, I feel like I'm a pervert," she turned over and continued, "This is his daily life account, and the people he follows seem to be all his friends."

"Last time, he was live-streaming and chatting with his classmates, and I accidentally jumped in. He read out my username very seriously and asked in Cantonese who I was. I was so scared that I turned off my phone on the spot."

Su Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's thousands of kilometers away. He won't hit you along the Internet cable."

She drew a line casually.

It's really a life account, but the surfing boy named Alex Leung is obviously a celebrity in the school. Whether it's a ball game or a debate, he is the center of the crowd wherever he goes.

The wheat husks in the sunshine have a beauty that has not been destroyed by the exam-oriented education.

No wonder I searched through my memories and found that He Miao has been concentrating on being the top scorer in the past three years. There is really no such handsome guy around them.

Su Xia asked, "Have you sent him a private message?"

He Miao's eyes widened, "I'm not going to do anything to him..."

"At most I'll just give it a thumbs up," the girl said in a muffled voice, changing her position and resting her elbows on a soft pillow. "I'm not sure I'll ever be able to go to Hong Kong in my lifetime, so it's nice to just watch from afar and be a fan."

She patted Su Xia's arm and said, "It's your turn."

Su Xia blinked and stared at the ripples cast by the night light on the ceiling. "Mine is really explosive."

He Miao turned around politely and said, "I'd like to hear more about it."

"I've actually... been secretly in love with someone since before the summer vacation." Su Xia was a little nervous when she really talked about it, and her breathing slowed down. "Actually, you know someone too, it's -"

He Miao didn't care, "Xu Jiqing?"

“…”

Su Xia was speechless.

Is it that obvious?

He Miao has always had an incredibly accurate sixth sense. He turned over and sat up to continue his attack. "Come on, the first note you sent me was praising his good looks... Xia Xia, have you ever heard of the term 'lust at the sight of beauty'?"

"The human brain is very simple. Who can separate lust and love so clearly? And he's so nice to you."

Su Xia was confused, "What do you mean?"

"That happened in the winter," He Miao grumbled. "Did you know you slept through an entire evening study session holding his right hand? He didn't move at all, just waiting for you to wake up, woo woo."

Su Xia's head buzzed and her face turned red.

Having too good sleep quality is also a problem, she really has no impression of it at all.

How come he never mentioned it to her?

After guessing the gossip correctly, He Miao was very proud and acted like a master. "That doesn't count. Is there anything more important?"

Su Xia thought for a while, "...Yes."

She took a deep breath. "I was actually reborn. In this life, I was a poor student, a mere sighted woman, and my taste in men was outrageous. My mother was framed and imprisoned, and my family was going bankrupt. I was about to be homeless, but then Xu Jiqing showed up out of nowhere with tons of money and got married to me."

The air was quiet for a long time.

He Miao exclaimed, "Wow!" "It's delicious."

"Did you write this yourself, or is it a fanfiction of the two of you posted by Xiaoshudong? I'll go and read it carefully when I submit it."

“…”

Su Xia suddenly turned over and covered her head, pretending to be asleep.

She just knew it.

If she were He Miao, she would just think Su Xia was crazy.

-

In the last week of August, the legendary senior year finally arrived as scheduled.

After more than a month away from the No. 1 Middle School campus, the lush green camphor trees are still flourishing. The remaining two grades have not returned yet, and there are few human voices, making the cicadas' chirping even more noisy.

Before the banners were even hung, the classroom's decor had quietly changed. It was the work of Teacher Ding and the Arts and Culture Committee.

The words spelled out on the Lego board hanging on the wall changed from "Class 4 I" to a clenched fist. A special electronic banner area was set up on the blackboard screen, where inspirational statements submitted by classmates were changed every day.

After a week of reading, I was overwhelmed. I could probably guess who the contributor was just by looking at the style:

[I don’t shed tears for love, I just can’t sleep because of the college entrance examination]

Go all out at 17, celebrate at 18

[The sea ends at the edge of the sky, and I am the peak when I reach the top of the mountain]

[Brother, have some fun, don’t really pass the exam]

…

The day before the placement test, He Miao poked Su Xia's hand as she was writing furiously, winked, and reminded her to look up, "I voted for this especially for you."

Su Xia looked up and saw a row of yellow words prominently displayed on the screen:

[Reborn back to before the college entrance examination, this time I tried my best and didn’t lose]

Su Xia: “…”

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