Let go

After my birthday, I'll be back to studying.

Song Huan and Lin Xing continued to tutor each other as usual, but they became more and more tired every day.

As the days went by, the midterm exams arrived.

Lin Xing and Song Huan were both assigned to the first examination room.

On the day of the exam, Song Huan arrived at school early to prepare her exam materials.

Taking advantage of this time, Song Huan quickly reviewed history several more times.

Students gradually arrived at the class, including Lin Xing.

After exchanging greetings, the two began their preparations until the exam bell rang.

Everyone got up and walked to their respective examination rooms.

After Lin Xing and Song Huan took their seats, Song Huan silently wished Lin Xing good luck.

Lin Xing happened to see it and cheered her on.

Silent, yet carrying the encouragement of faith.

......

It was two days later when the last subject exam was over.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the sunset filled the campus, making the leaves on the trees even more dazzling.

When the school bell rang, Song Huan told Lin Xing to go home after her duty, but she accidentally encountered some thugs on the way.

The three thugs looked a year or two older than Song Huan. One leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke rising gracefully. Another had a ferocious expression, revealing yellow teeth, and stared intently at Song Huan.

Song Huan realized the danger and quickly turned around and walked away.

"Hey, where are you going?" The thug who was staring at Song Huan grabbed her ponytail, his tone somewhat unfriendly.

Song Huan cried out in pain and slapped the thug's arm hard.

The thugs released her in pain, and Song Huan immediately took off running.

"You bitch, where are you running to! Fuck!" the thug who was being beaten cursed.

The thug leaning against the wall behind him extinguished his cigarette: "Chase him."

Song Huan ran towards the school, barely able to keep going, but she forced herself to use all her strength to avoid being caught.

The two thugs behind were still shouting and cursing as they chased after him.

On a street very close to the school, a glimmer of hope flashed in Song Huan's eyes—it was Lin Xing.

Lin Xing is on duty today, so she'll be staying out quite late.

Song Huan immediately caught up with the traveler, her voice trembling slightly: "Ah Xing, behind us, two thugs are chasing us—"

"You bitch, so this is where you are." The thug who had been beaten by Song Huan shouted.

Song Huan tugged at a corner of Lin Xing's clothes, and Lin Xing could feel Song Huan trembling.

He pulled Song Huan behind him and whispered, "Go call the police. I'll hold them off."

"That would be very dangerous," Song Huan worried.

"It's alright, go quickly."

Song Huan looked at the thugs approaching and nodded after hesitating for a few seconds.

Song Huan released Lin Xing and ran outside.

"Heh, you must be that bitch's gigolo," the smoking thug sneered.

Once Song Huan was completely out of sight, the tenderness in Lin Xing's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp look: "Get lost."

Lin Xing's depression became even more pronounced, and he stared intently at the two of them, as if he were watching prey.

"You dare glare at me! You want to die?" Two thugs rushed over.

The thugs at the front had bloodshot eyes and punched Lin Xing in the face.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xing grabbed his wrist. The thug tried to resist, but he couldn't move at all.

"Go to hell!" the thug roared.

The thugs behind them rushed up to help.

Lin Xing slammed the hand that was holding the thug's wrist toward the thug behind him, and then kicked the thug in the groin.

Ah~

One thug was hit in the eye and lay on the ground in pain, while the other thug stared blankly.

He couldn't believe that a pretty boy could take on both of them single-handedly.

A seemingly thin and weak boy who is incredibly strong in fights.

The thug was so frightened that he immediately begged for mercy.

Lin Xing's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were equally bloodshot as she spoke:

"Apologize to my A-Qiu."

Meanwhile, Song Huan ran into a convenience store.

"I'll make a phone call," Song Huan said, panting.

I dialed 110.

"Hello, this is 110." A female voice came through.

"Hello, this is... what happened..." Song Huan explained the situation in detail.

The person on the other end became more serious: "Okay, we'll be there soon."

——

By the time the police arrived, Lin Xing had already subdued the two thugs.

The thugs were taken away by the police, and Lin Xing and Song Huan also went to the police station to give statements.

Song Huan learned the final details: the thugs had been detained.

By the time we left the police station, some time had already passed.

It was getting late, and the clouds obscured the crescent moon, leaving only a faint moonlight.

Goodbye, Ah-Xing.

Lin Xing squatted for a few seconds before turning around and smiling:

Goodbye, A-Chiu.

——

Once home, Song Huan told her parents what had happened.

Song Huan's parents cared for her for two hours with heartache.

"Qiuqiu, you must tell your parents if anything happens. Don't keep it all to yourself," said Song's mother.

“I will go to your school tomorrow to report this,” said Mr. Song.

Song Huan nodded and went into the room.

She went to the desk and picked up the star lantern that Lin Xing had given her.

When she saw a certain spot, Song Huan paused.

She took out a pen and wrote on it:

I am willing to be Ah Xing's shining star.

Because I like you.

Song Huan's ear tips turned slightly red; the girl's secret drifted away on the evening breeze to an unknown distance.