Chapter 12: Sweet as Juice

People can only appreciate what is within their own cognition.

Su Xia couldn't figure out what was going on, but she thought the line was incredibly straight, and exclaimed, "You're amazing."

The boy didn't respond and focused on tidying up the desk.

Different from those naughty kids in the class.

Xu Jiqing's deep personality is not something he pretended to have when he grew up. He has never been used to expressing his emotions since he was a child and is very difficult to guess.

Su Xia couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, and glanced at him every once in a while.

But until the pre-bell rang, Xu Jiqing never paid any attention to her again.

She was afraid that he would be fooled by her stupidity and would not associate with idiots in the future. She gritted her teeth, took out the only remaining pack of wafer biscuits in her bag, and stuffed it under the table, "Here you go."

The voice was very soft, like a whisper, but the meaning of bribery was not concealed at all.

Xu Jiqing lowered his indifferent eyes.

Su Xia seemed to like strawberries very much, and her hair smelled like fruit candy. When she leaned over, a few strands of her hair were blown up by the wind, and the sweet juice splashed all over him.

The packet of wafer biscuits was pink, with a little white dog and cherry blossoms printed on it. It had the same scent as the girl, as if it were a part of her.

It’s just a matter of returning it.

But Xu Jiqing pursed his lips and put the things away without changing his expression.

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Monday morning is Chinese and English. It’s not as hard as the old class and goes by quickly.

As soon as the bell rang, Su Xia pulled He Miao and ran all the way to the cafeteria.

In order to catch up with the selection of the top 100 middle schools and move up two places on the list, the school leaders are willing to spend money everywhere.

Even the stir-fry counter is run by a Sichuan chef who has specially hired chefs. It is not expensive, but the spicy, fresh and fragrant food is not inferior to the small restaurants outside. Many popular dishes will be out of stock if you go too late.

The two girls sat facing each other. The table was filled with small bowls of food, except for a plate of dry pot cabbage, which was vegetarian.

Su Xia treats.

Before she even started eating, He Miao spoke cautiously, "...the class monitor posted a new notice this morning. This semester, someone from the student union will be overseeing the clearing of plates. If too much food is left, the class will be deducted points. You know that, right?"

"I know, just finish eating."

Su Xia picked up a piece of boiled pork, looked at the thin body of the quail at the table in front of her, and put it in her bowl first.

Her movements were very natural, not at all her usual condescending demeanor.

Who has ever seen a princess take care of others like this?

He Miao was a little at a loss for a moment, and clenched the stainless steel chopsticks tightly, "Didn't you say before that you don't like eating such greasy food?"

"I did."

Su Xia nodded and said, "I was pretending."

Her taste is similar to Su Xiaojuan's, and she loves spicy food. No matter how high-end the Western restaurant is, it is not as enjoyable as a hotpot meal.

In her previous life, in order to lose weight, she gave up eating chili peppers and meat. Every time she sat at the table in the cafeteria, her plate was filled with white and green rice. She used the top layer of rice to absorb the oil and only ate the two bites at the bottom.

Now when I think about it, I just feel like there was something wrong with my brain.

Su Xia had no doubt that the reason everyone thought she was emotionally unstable back then was definitely related to her immortal-like way of eating.

People are not machines. They are so hungry that they feel dizzy and dizzy. How can they still have a good face?

It takes strength to be able to stand up and breathe.

Her cheeks were round and plump, and her lips bulged as she ate with great concentration. She didn't look vulgar at all, but instead made people feel that the girl enjoyed eating and looked blessed.

He Miao was stunned.

She scooped two bean sprouts from the bowl and chewed them slowly. After a long while, she managed to utter, "Su Xia, I actually don't think you're fat at all... Zhou Zhiyan doesn't deserve you to be like that."

Fearing misunderstanding, she hurriedly explained, "During the last sports meet, you were standing in front holding up a sign for the class, and a boy next to Zhou Zhiyan took a sneak shot of you and said a lot of nasty things. He saw it and didn't do anything. I think that was really excessive."

"Actually, we didn't even know each other at that time. We just heard it from others... I swear, I definitely didn't mean to say you have bad taste."

After He Miao finished speaking, he carefully looked at her expression.

"Why did you make such a life-shortening oath? Withdraw it."

Su Xia didn't care and buried her head in her food. "I used to have a very bad vision. Don't make excuses for me."

The canteen stir-fried dishes, which have not been available for more than ten years, are now delicious and fragrant.

She didn't want to be affected by this name anymore.

Looking up again, she saw He Miao still standing there in a daze. She scooped a few more spoonfuls of spicy chicken over to him and said, "I'm not fat, but you're really thin. If you want to grow taller, eat more meat."

"Also, if you're willing to treat me as a friend, you can call me Xia Xia from now on."

Her lips were soaked in chili oil, a bright red like petals, which made her face and neck look white, moist and shiny.

He Miao is a girl, so she felt a little embarrassed watching it.

The tips of her ears felt hot, and after a while he called her, his voice like a mosquito's hum, "...Xia Xia."

Su Xia curled her lips and said "eh" with a smile.

When the two dimples appeared, He Miao's ears became even redder.

She finished eating the meat that Su Xia had brought over, and mustered up the courage to take a few more bites with her chopsticks. Suddenly, she remembered something and said worriedly, "...I don't think the new classmate is any good either."

Su Xia looked at her, "Why not?"

He Miao carefully considered his words, "Mr. Xu is handsome, but the way he looks at people is so strange. I can't really put my finger on it. I always feel like his personality might be a bit extreme."

"...Who knows?" Su Xia responded casually, suppressing the admiration in his heart.

sure.

Mr. He Miao from Jiangcheng Evening News.

When you were a teenager, were you already so good at judging people?

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There is a love window in the cafeteria.

The set meal costs three yuan each and is located right next to the free porridge bucket, right next to the exit.

After putting down the dinner plates, Su Xia took He Miao's arm and walked out. She looked around the long table nearby several times, but Xu Jiqing was not there.

It was only when I returned to the teaching building that I saw a figure next to the locker.

People in Jiangcheng don’t have the habit of taking naps. The lunch break in school is short, and at most they just lie on the table.

Su Xia thought that Xu Jiqing was new to the place and not used to it, so he ran to the corridor to get some fresh air to help digest his food.

Only when she got closer did she notice.

This happened to be the person she least wanted to see right now—Zhou Zhiyan.

Class 10 was not even on this floor, so the purpose of his visit was obvious.

"Oh my, the princess's rare guest."

The boys who had finished their meal walked in arm in arm, with gossipy smiles on their faces that said "I understand", and blew a long whistle when they passed by them.

He Miao slipped away first in small steps, and Su Xia was a step slower. Just as she was about to close her eyes and pretend not to see it, the boy reached out to stop her.

He looked pretty much the same as she remembered, with the face of a pampered young man, a natural curve around his lips, and a kind of nonchalant nobility. What fascinated Su Xia the most back then were his eyes—

Dark and shiny, with slightly upturned corners of the eyes.

In the words of other girls in school, dogs are all affectionate.

"It's fine if you're avoiding me, but why aren't you even going to the band's tryouts?"

Su Xia really forgot, "When?"

"After the National Day holiday, you were the only one who didn't respond to the notice I sent in the small group last weekend. The teacher asked me to notify you."

The task list after rebirth was too long. After he reminded her, Su Xia finally remembered this.

When she was in high school, she was not very active in her piano practice, but thanks to Su Xiaojuan's money, she was able to become the principal cellist for two years.

Apart from theatrical performances, the school orchestra has never had much presence, but every year it can nominate two spots for the Provincial Youth Symphony Orchestra.

This is of great value.

In those two years, it became popular for colleges and universities to go abroad for art exchanges. Music students who joined the provincial troupe could basically be admitted to a good university as long as their college entrance examination scores were not too bad.

He Miao was actually in the orchestra as well. He got in during the audition because he played the piano. However, due to his timid personality, he was forgotten after a while and was relegated to a corner, responsible for the maracas and triangle.

If she remembered correctly, this so-called small group should be the candidates preliminarily selected by the teacher.

She played the cello, Zhou Zhiyan played the piano, and He Miao was not even qualified to be notified.