Let go

The first mock exam will begin in mid-March.

The exam was difficult, and Song Huan only scored 601 points. Lin Xing scored 642, surpassing Song Huan to become the top student in the class.

"Congratulations to Lin Xing for becoming first in the class and third in the grade! Let's give him a round of applause!" As soon as Teacher Chen announced this, a round of applause rang out in the class.

"Congratulations to Song Huan for ranking second in her class and eighth in her grade."

Only scattered applause rang out in the classroom, with mostly quiet murmurs.

"How come the class monitor has regressed so much?"

"She copied it, I thought she was so amazing."

"With this level of skill, he's supposed to be a class monitor?"

......

Song Huan heard some unpleasant comments and lowered her head without saying a word.

"Quiet! What's all the noise about! They can get into the top 50 in the grade, can you? If you can't speak properly, shut up. Anyone who keeps discussing this, copy the 'Memorial to the Throne' 100 times!"

As soon as Teacher Chen spoke, the students below immediately shut their mouths.

"Turn to page 115 in your textbooks. Today we'll review..."

Song Huan opened her textbook and silently thanked Teacher Chen on the stage.

After class, while Song Huan was studying, a group of girls appeared in front of her.

She glanced at everyone and said calmly, "What is it?"

These girls were talking about her during class.

"Oh, is the class monitor so cold?" the girl in the lead said sarcastically.

That person's name is Liu Jiang. She usually likes to lead the way in isolating people. Song Huan reminded her several times, but Liu Jiang didn't listen. Later, seeing that she didn't change, Song Huan stopped reminding her.

"Why did the class monitor do so poorly on the test this time? Could it be that there wasn't a top student next to him, so he couldn't copy from them—"

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Jiang was hit by a book that flew right in front of her.

"Who! Who's sick?" Liu Jiang shouted angrily.

"I."

Liu Jiang looked up and saw Lin Xing walking towards her with a gloomy expression.

"I advise you to watch your mouths." Lin Xing lowered her head to pick up the book. "Otherwise, you won't even know if you get sued one day."

Liu Jiang was so frightened that she had already led her small group away.

"Thank you." Song Huan handed Lin Xing a piece of candy.

Lin Xing put the candy in her pocket and smiled at Song Huan: "No need."

——

Song Huan kept the word "confess" in her heart for a long time, and finally decided to give it a try.

She thought that even if he refused, it wouldn't matter; they could still be friends.

We can be friends.

Song Huan imprinted these words deeply in her mind.

As school was about to end, Song Huan asked Lin Xing, "Xing, how about we have dinner together tonight?"

"Aren't you going home?"

My parents are away on a business trip for two days.

"Okay," Lin Xing agreed.

After school, the two discussed it and decided to go to the food street.

Night falls, and the sky is studded with stars. The food street is packed with people, the aromas and noises mingling together. Smoke billows from the chimneys, making it quite pungent.

After wandering around for a while, Song Huan and Lin Xing finally decided to have a bowl of oden.

After finding a seat, Song Huan asked the owner, "How much are two bowls of oden?"

The shopkeeper said, "Eighteen yuan."

Lin Xing stood up: "I'll pay."

Just as Song Huan was about to say something, Lin Xing's hands moved so fast that he paid the money before Song Huan could even react.

Song Huan laughed and scolded, "Are you afraid that others will pay and you won't have anything to pay?"

Lin Xing also laughed: "Whatever you say."

The two had just sat back down when a voice called out from behind them: "Lin Xing!"

The two looked in the direction from which the sound came from, and what came into view was a girl.

The girl wore a white shirt and a black skirt. She had a pair of bright, expressive eyes, a high nose bridge, and her hair was tied in a bun. Her skin was fair and delicate.

Unlike Song Huan, whose beauty is demure and gentle, she possesses a striking and mature beauty that is immediately captivating.

"Jiang Rou," Lin Xing said with a faint smile.

"Would you mind if I shared a table with you?"

Lin Xing looked at Song Huan.

"Sure, no trouble at all," Song Huan said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, little sister. May I sit next to you?"

"Can."

Jiang Rou sat down next to Song Huan, and Song Huan smelled the faint scent of perfume on her.

"Shall I order one for you?" Lin Xing asked.

"OK."

After Lin Xing went to call her, Jiang Rou asked Song Huan, "Little sister, what's your name?"

Song Huan replied, "Song Huan."

"My name is Jiang Rou. It's nice to meet you, Song Huan. I'm a year older than you and I'm a freshman."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you too."

At this moment, Lin Xing returned, and the boss served three bowls of oden.

"Thank you," the three said in unison.

"Lin Xing, I heard from your dad that you're going to study abroad after graduation, is that true?"

Song Huan paused, her arm bumping against the bowl, almost spilling the soup.

"Um."

Lin Xing's voice was low and hoarse when she said this.

Jiang Rou immediately realized the atmosphere was awkward and began to change the subject: "By the way, I recently came across a project, and I think..."

"It's not bad, but there's still room for improvement..."

"Really? There's this too..."

The two were chatting enthusiastically, completely unaware of Song Huan's strange behavior.

Why did he go abroad? Didn't he even tell her?

But why should he tell you who you are to him?

His... friend.

Song Huan felt extremely unwell. She quickly finished her meal and said to the two of them, "I'm going back now."

"Won't you like to browse around some more?" Lin Xing asked.

"You guys chat, I just remembered I have some things to take care of at home," Song Huan said.

She left, and he didn't try to stop her.

Song Huan hailed a taxi.

She leaned against the car window, looking at the night view outside.

The reflection in the glass seemed to reveal Song Huan's inner thoughts.

It turns out that she and he were not from the same world.