Chapter 22 Left-handed

Xu Jiqing came back a week later and did all the homework she promised her, except that it was done by someone else.

I didn't write it in front of her at first, but Su Xia harassed me again and again, so I finally compromised.

He is not a natural left-handed person.

When writing, the palm and wrist are almost bent at right angles, the posture is very awkward, and the strokes unconsciously slant to one side.

It’s faster than the right hand, but still slow, and nowhere near as neat as the right hand.

Xu Jiqing could feel the gazes of the girls around him.

She has big eyes, and her eyelashes look like butterfly wings when they droop, which are very obvious when she blinks even slightly.

People who are not good at peeping love to act. Every time he pretends to look at his watch and looks around, he feels very uncomfortable.

The two-page math lesson plan was filled with problem-solving steps. Xu Jiqing could only solve the problem in his mind in three or two minutes, but it took him half a class to finish it.

As the paper turned, Su Xia looked over again.

Xu Jiqing closed his lips tightly but stopped moving.

Su Xia didn't need to say anything, he could already guess what she was thinking.

I saw that his right hand was disabled, but I didn't think that he was trying to be strong with his left hand. I felt sorry for him.

Or do you find that he makes a fool of himself even in such a small matter and think that he is overestimating his abilities?

During the second period of evening self-study, only the Discipline Inspection Commission was busy doing homework on the podium, and the evening breeze was blowing gently outside the window.

Seeing that he stopped moving, Su Xia looked at him even more unscrupulously.

Her eyes were bright as she looked at the white paper filled with writing in his hand for a while, then looked at his cold face, "Is it finished yet?"

Her voice was low but bright, and she whispered it past his ear.

"I was stunned just now. How come you didn't even need to read the questions?"

She muttered to herself, switched the hand holding the pen to the other side, and tried to write a word.

It’s the “Xu” in Xu Jiqing.

Like an elementary school student who is just beginning to learn to write, every stroke is crooked.

Su Xia took a look at it and felt a little embarrassed, so she covered it with her hand after writing.

"It's much harder than I thought. You're amazing."

Afraid of being caught and having points deducted, she lowered her head so low that her breath almost brushed Xu Jiqing's arm, but she forgot to restrain the little movement of shaking her head.

A furry little rabbit sticks out from above the bookend. It's a girl's hair tie, dangling and eye-catching.

The disciplinary committee member quickly looked over and pointed at her, giving her a silent warning.

Su Xia quickly sat up and zipped up her mouth.

Xu Jiqing lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips restrainedly.

-

Class 4 has suffered from a lack of handsome guys for a long time.

At the beginning, some girls from other classes came to watch. The boys were proud of it and were happy to help. They shouted Xu Jiqing's name and watched the girls at the door who were stroking their bangs, holding their hands, and looking out excitedly like meerkats.

This went on for a few days, and no matter who called him, Xu Jiqing no longer responded.

Do what you should do.

In order to go to the corridor less often, I even rarely drink water anymore.

Everyone finds his attitude boring.

Xu Jiqing's seat was next to the aisle, and the desk was very clean. Unlike other people's desks, there were no tall bookends blocking the view, so he could see everything from any angle.

The group of boys who were watching the fun were disappointed and had to find entertainment elsewhere.

I don't know who first noticed that his writing posture was different from others, but several people started to imitate him. They always pulled down their right sleeve in a mean way, raised their left hand, and hooked their wrist with a playful grin.

Even He Miao took a few more glances.

On the way to the bathroom, I saw a few unfamiliar girls standing by the window, chatting and looking over here, obviously trying their luck to block people.

Seeing that the boys in the back row were using the same trick again and began to smear the handsome guy's image, He Miao couldn't help it and poked Su Xia's arm.

"Did you hear that? He even said the word 'disability'..."

He Miao just thought they were talking without restraint.

Su Xia's mind actually buzzed.

They were not far from the crowd, and many people were already looking over there.

Su Xia walked close to He Miao, whispering loudly, "Maybe he's never been out and met people, so he thinks left-handed people are weird."

"It's their freedom to write however they want. How jealous must one be to make up such nonsense? How boring."

She is usually of this proud nature, and it doesn't seem out of place at all.

Several girls nearby were persuaded by her.

"I think so too," He Miao said, feeling relieved. "What's wrong with a left-handed person having ugly handwriting? If he gets good grades and his paper looks as good as his face, then God is too partial to him."

Su Xia responded casually, feeling quite complicated.

God is really impartial.

When I met Xu Jiqing again in my previous life, he was already in a high position and had great power, so I had few opportunities to write.

The only time I wrote in front of her was when I accompanied her to take care of her mother's funeral and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the marriage certificate.

Xu Jiqing never took off his gloves at that time, and he was very steady when signing. His handwriting was neat and there was nothing unusual about it.

So much so that she never imagined that for the seventeen-year-old Xu Jiqing, even a small thing like writing would be so difficult.

It took Su Xia several days to react.

She thought Xu Jiqing had misunderstood her meaning, so she swept the table tennis court in the rain, but perhaps in his eyes, this was just the best he could do to repay her.

Xu Jiqing this year talks less than he did as an adult.

Self-esteem is as hard as the spine and taut. It will not bend to the wind and rain, but will retreat for pity.

She wanted to be closer to him.

-

In the last week before National Day, several things happened that Su Xia did not remember.

Fortunately, her tattling was effective. The manager of the teachers' cafeteria was replaced, and Xu Jiqing's work-study position was also changed to the new reading room of the library with the best environment.

Su Xia asked around and found out that the school had just received a large batch of new books. It might be a little tiring, but the pay would be no less than working in the cafeteria.

What’s annoying is that the school band has to perform at the senior high school oath-taking ceremony. The rehearsal itself is nothing, but I have to see Zhou Zhiyan every few days.

I don’t know what’s been bothering the other person recently, but he keeps bringing her food.

Sometimes it’s the hardest-to-get octopus balls in the cafeteria, sometimes it’s snacks brought in from outside the school, there’s milk tea and cakes, and the packaging alone tells you how expensive they are.

Su Xia felt uncomfortable and thought it was a waste to throw them away, so she took them all back to the class and divided them up.

He Miao knew the origin of these things and waved his hands repeatedly. However, the math class representative sitting next to him accepted all of them and gained weight in a few days.

And all of these little things no longer mattered on Thursday afternoon.

During the physical education class, Su Xia blew the whistle to assemble the class as usual. When calling the roll, there was one extra person on the far right of the boys' team.

It was still the same iconic long-sleeved school uniform jacket, washed snow-white and zipped up to the top.

The young man was tall and thin, with cold eyebrows drooping, occasionally raised to look straight ahead, and reflected by the setting sun into a sticky dark gold.

Su Xia's pupils shrank.

Xu Jiqing, whom I had only seen during evening self-study, actually came to the physical education class.