transfer students

Lin Luo followed Tang Heng into a residential building at the end of the alley. After climbing three flights of stairs and reaching her door, her breathing became rapid. The lingering smell of rust in the hallway made her feel nauseous.

Tang Heng ignored her and took out the key from his pocket to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a family portrait hanging in the middle of the living room opposite. The family of three was dressed formally. Lin Luo's eyes fell on Du Yunyan on the left. She had a rosy complexion and a bright smile, and looked very happy.

"Why are you standing at the door?" It was Du Yunyan's voice. Lin Luo hurried inside and heard her continue to question, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

Du Yunyan, who was sitting at the dining table, didn't look at Lin Luo. Her attention was all on the little boy eating next to her.

"I forgot." Lin Luo answered her.

Tang Muchen hadn't even finished her meal yet, her mouth full as she hurriedly interrupted and asked, "Who is she?"

"Lin Luo, don't act like a princess in front of me. This is not Shanghai, and no one will back you up. You have to behave yourself when you live under someone else's roof. Do you understand?" Du Yunyan said coldly, and Tang Heng sat silently at the head seat at the dining table.

Lin Xiao pursed her lips and said, "I understand."

"Who is she?" Tang Muchen didn't get an answer, so he asked again.

"Your sister." Du Yunyan answered him.

Tang Muchen looked Lin Luo up and down, put down the spoon in his hand, and said angrily: "She is not my sister. I don't have a sister." After that, he walked into a room and slammed the door.

Du Yunyan ignored Tang Muchen and said to Lin Luo, who was standing there motionless, wondering what he was thinking, "Go wash your hands and eat."

She responded "OK" in a hoarse voice, as if her limbs were not her own and she had become a puppet being controlled.

She hadn't eaten the food cooked by Du Yunyan for a long time. It was obviously delicious, but she felt inexplicably bitter in her heart.

"Your Uncle Tang has completed the transfer procedures for you. You will report to No. 1 Middle School tomorrow." Du Yunyan said as she scooped a bowl of soup for Tang Heng.

Du Yunyan from "No. 1 Middle School" had previously told her that she would transfer to a private school. Although Nan'an No. 1 Middle School was a key middle school, the pace of the second year of high school was fast and they were worried that she would not be able to keep up.

Du Yunyan spoke frankly, putting a piece of meat in her bowl. "Private school tuition is expensive, and your grades aren't great to begin with. Does it matter to you whether you progress faster or slower?"

"No." It was true that her grades were not good, but it sounded much worse coming from Du Yunyan. Lin Luo didn't eat the meat she picked up and swallowed a few mouthfuls of rice.

Tang Muchen continued to protest in the room, and the sound of things being smashed could be heard. Du Yunyan frowned.

Lin Qi asked anxiously, "Can I live on campus?"

"Why live in the school? It's not far from No. 1 Middle School, and there's a bus stop there, so it's very convenient."

Du Yunyan picked up some more food for her. Seeing that the piece of meat in her bowl was untouched, she paused for a moment and raised her voice noticeably. "Do you know how much effort Uncle Tang put into getting you into No. 1 Middle School with your abysmal grades?"

Lin Luo glanced at Tang Heng. He was the same age as Lin Dayong, but he looked ten years older. He didn't say anything when he heard this. His hands holding the chopsticks were rough and dark, giving people the impression of being honest.

"Thank you, Uncle Tang."

"You are welcome."

Lin Luo was speechless and ate the meat that Du Yunyan picked for her.

After dinner, Lin Luo found out that the room that Tang Muchen had smashed was the one she was going to live in. It was a mess inside, and her suitcase was also opened by Tang Muchen and turned upside down.

Du Yunyan was furious and chased Tang Muchen to hit him. He ran away crying, telling Lin Luo to get out of his house.

Lin Luo sighed deeply. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when she packed her luggage and checked into the room. Tang Muchen finally stopped and she was tired.

Lying in bed, Lin Luo tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

She had always attended aristocratic private schools and was worried about not being able to adapt to No. 1 Middle School. But when she thought of the two hooligans she ran into on the stairs today, and how the taller one seemed to be wearing a private school uniform, she felt a little relieved.

Finally, she took out her cell phone and looked through the photos of her and Lin Dayong. Tears fell unconsciously, wetting the pillow.

At 6:30 in the morning, Lin Luo's alarm clock rang. Perhaps because the bed was too hard, she felt some pain in her waist as soon as she woke up.

The others were still sleeping. Lin Qi tried to be as quiet as possible when washing up. When she went out, there was fifteen yuan on the shoe cabinet for her, which she carefully kept.

Changlin Lane is bustling with people early in the morning. Baskets of steaming buns are freshly baked, steam hangs in the air, and the aroma fills the air. There is a sense of peace and tranquility. Lin Luo likes this kind of homely atmosphere.

She had no appetite and only bought a cup of soy milk to warm her hands. Just as Du Yunyan had said, she could see the bus stop as soon as she exited Changlin Lane. Soon, the No. 23 bus stopped in front of her. She got on and found a window seat.

Lin Qiao looked out the window at the cityscape of Nan'an with curiosity. It was a completely different scene from the bustling Shanghai. While waiting at a traffic light, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped next to the bus, catching her eye.

There was a boy in a private school suit and uniform sitting in the car. The pretty girl next to him was playing with him. The two were very close to each other, and the girl was trying to grab a nameplate in his hand that he had deliberately stretched out of the window.

Turning half of his face to the side, Lin Luo saw that the boy had a straight nose, thin lips, clear contours, a pair of fox eyes with slightly upturned corners, and a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

The light turned green, the Mercedes went straight, and the bus turned right. Someone in the crowded bus didn't stand firmly and bumped into Lin Luo. Her hand shook, and the soy milk spilled out, and a few drops fell on her new school uniform.

"I'm sorry." The boy who bumped into her hurriedly apologized to her.

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Luo took out some paper to wipe it, but it was not clean. She lowered her eyes and stared at the white stain on her school uniform, feeling a bad premonition.

Arriving at No. 1 Middle School, Lin Qi asked for directions and found the teaching building. There were a total of thirty classes in the second year of high school. Classes one to twenty were science classes, classes twenty-one to twenty-eight were liberal arts classes, and there was also a physical education class and an art class.

I heard that the Nan'an Education Bureau is very strict and does not allow the division of top classes into parallel classes, so the best students in a class can be the first in the grade, and the worst students can be ranked hundreds of miles away.

Lin Luo doesn't like memorizing, so when she was assigned to science, she decisively chose science. Now she is assigned to Class 11 of the Science Department in the second year of high school in No. 1 Middle School.

She found the teacher's office, where her homeroom teacher and math teacher Cheng Kaizhong was already waiting for her.

Cheng Kaizhong is a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a Mediterranean hairstyle. He speaks with a slight accent: "Lin Qiao, right?"

"yes."

"Why are you thinking of transferring schools in the second semester of your senior year?" Cheng Kaizhong was holding Lin Luo's transcript from her previous school, his eyes moving between her and the transcript, as if he couldn't match them up.

"Something happened at home."

"You have to study hard in the next period of time." Cheng Kaizhong sighed and stood up. "Come back to class with me first."

"good."

In the corridor, Cheng Kaizhong walked with his hands behind his back, and a bunch of keys hanging on his belt dangled back and forth, making a harsh sound comparable to the sporadic voices of students reciting before class in the classrooms he passed by.

"Pay attention, the second brother is coming." Lin Luo saw a head sticking out of the window of Class 11, Grade 2. It should be the scout in the class who was responsible for tipping off the students.

As expected, the noisy classroom suddenly quieted down a few seconds after Cheng Kaizhong walked in. The students below pretended to read their books and stole glances at the podium.

Cheng Kaizhong wrote her name "Lin Qiao" on the blackboard. Someone suddenly shouted "Lin Hu". The classmates all looked up and their eyes fell on her.

Lin Luo's eyes were like a frightened deer, running around, not knowing where to go.

"This is the new student who transferred to our class." Cheng Kaizhong said as he wiped the chalk dust off his hands. "Please introduce yourself to everyone."

"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Luo." She said softly with a faint smile on her lips.

He only said a few words to introduce himself and tell them how to pronounce the second character of his name, and then he fell silent. Cheng Kaizhong looked at him in surprise, "That's all?"

"Yeah." She blushed and nodded shyly.

Cheng Kaizhong didn't make things difficult for her. He pointed to an empty seat at the back of the classroom and said to her, "You sit there first."

"good."

"So this word is pronounced XIAO, I thought it was pronounced HU!"

“It’s terrible to be uneducated.”

"It's already the second semester of my sophomore year and I'm still transferring schools. I don't know if my grades are good or not."

"She's quite cute, but doesn't seem to like talking."

People sitting on both sides of the aisle stretched their necks to look at her and talked a lot, as if they regarded her as a rare collection in a museum. Lin Luo walked past quickly with her head lowered.

The empty seat Cheng Kaizhong pointed out to her was in the third group, the second to last row by the window.

Lin Luo walked to the back of the classroom. There was only one single table in the last row of the third group. The boy sitting there happened to look up and meet her gaze. In just a few seconds, he looked away. Lin Luo inexplicably felt a chill.

She knew this person. His name was Ruan Ye, a genius student at Nan'an No. 1 Middle School, and the son of Aunt Li, who was as close to Du Yunyan as a sister.

They live in the same building, on the same floor, so they are classmates and neighbors.

Du Yunyan mentioned Ruan Ye yesterday, saying that he had good grades and that she should learn from him, but that he was a bit of a loner and difficult to get along with. She didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now she seems to have seen it.

Cheng Kaizhong started the class and Lin Luo quickly sat in her seat.

There were books on the table next to her, but no one was sitting there. A boy sitting in the front row turned around and said hello, "Lin Qiao, hello! We meet again."

Lin Luo paused for a moment before recognizing that he was the man who had accidentally bumped into her on the bus.

"My name is Zhu Changyu."

"Hello." Lin Luo whispered back to him.

Zhu Changyu wanted to say something else, but a piece of chalk was thrown at him. Cheng Kaizhong pointed at him and asked, "Do you want to go to the podium and give a speech?"

"No need!" Zhu Changyu didn't turn around.

Twenty minutes into the class, Lin Qiao felt drowsy listening to Cheng Kaizhong's not-so-standard Mandarin.

When she was a child, she was in poor health and always looked sick. Lin Dayong felt sorry for her if she sat at the desk for too long, so he let her play. As a result, she became less and less able to concentrate on her studies as she grew older. However, Lin Dayong never said anything to her even though she was always at the bottom of the class.

But now it's different, Lin Dayong is not around, she can't do this anymore. Lin Luo sighed and patted her face gently to wake herself up.

She took out a new notebook, opened the first page, and wrote her name. Her handwriting was not good, but her name was good.

This is a brand new beginning in her life, and she wants to write her name in beautiful handwriting as a starting point.

But when she was writing the last horizontal stroke, Zhu Changyu's chair bumped into her desk, and the tip of the pen slid uncontrollably on the paper, leaving a heavy mark.

The word "beginning" can be interpreted as the first stage of something or an action, or the first stage of a relationship.

At that time, Lin Luo didn't know that if you want to succeed in something, the beginning will often be insignificant, rough, or even terrible.

After class, many classmates surrounded her and asked her questions. She didn't like the attention, so she answered a few questions casually. Perhaps they thought she was boring, so the group dispersed again.

It was at this time that Zhu Changyu turned around and said, "I'll treat you to milk tea after school as an apology." He was talking about getting her school uniform dirty.

"No thanks." Lin Luo refused subconsciously.

"Don't be polite with him." A girl ran in from the back door and sat next to Lin Luo. "Hello, new deskmate, my name is Xu Yangyang."

Before Lin Luo could react and greet her, Zhu Changyu saw that Xu Yangyang was full of energy and asked, "Aren't you having a stomachache?"

"No, I got up late, so I just asked for a class off. It doesn't matter whether I attend my second brother's class or not." She said with a smile.

"Lin Luo, this name is really nice." Xu Yangyang saw the name written in her notebook.

"Thanks."

Lin Luo is a slow-warm person. After half a day of class, Xu Yangyang and Zhu Changyu chattered endlessly. She just listened quietly and agreed with them when necessary.

After school at noon, Zhu Changyu wanted to fulfill his promise to treat Lin Luo to milk tea, and Xu Yangyang also blackmailed him for one cup. They went to a dessert shop on the snack street outside the school.

As soon as she entered, Lin Luo saw someone familiar: the boy she had seen on the bus. The boy was tall and straight, leaning casually against the counter with his hands in his pockets, talking to the owner.

Zhu Changyu recognized him and shouted in surprise: "Fu Xingchuan, when did you come back?"

"yesterday."

Fu Xingchuan, isn't this the man the thugs mentioned? Lin Qi immediately conjured up images of that scarred face and some bloody and violent scenes, and her palms began to sweat.

"How was the trip? Did you have any romantic encounters?" Zhu Changyu asked affectionately, putting his arm around Fu Xingchuan's shoulder.

"No, if I had, I wouldn't have come back." Fu Xingchuan answered half-jokingly, his eyes swept over inadvertently, and Lin Luo hurriedly avoided it.

Zhu Changyu then remembered them and said, "You guys order whatever you want. I'll pay later."

"Okay, thank you, boss." Xu Yangyang clasped her hands together and looked like she was going to order everything in the store.

Zhu Changyu touched his pocket and added, "No more than fifty."

"mean."

Zhu Changyu, worried about his wallet, insisted on watching Xu Yangyang order. Fu Xingchuan, holding a bottle of orange soda, passed by Lin Qiao, who caught a whiff of the faint sweet-scented osmanthus scent on him.

"Lin Luo, what would you like to order?" Xu Yangyang asked her.

She had no intention of ordering, so she just pointed at one at random. She heard a noise behind her and immediately turned around to see Fu Xingchuan sitting in the middle of the restaurant, leaning back in a chair with his long legs casually stretched out.

A girl in a private school uniform stood in front of him, handed him a love letter, and said tremblingly, "I like you."

Fu Xingchuan raised his eyelids lazily, "What do you like about me?"

"She's good-looking."

"So superficial!" He said jokingly, curling his lips to give people an illusion, but then immediately broke it, "Sorry, I don't like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl turned pale and looked like she was about to cry. She stood there for a few seconds, then threw the love letter into the trash can beside her, covered her face with her sleeves and ran out of the store.

Zhu Changyu walked over and teased him: "Do you know how to be gentle with women?"

"I'm just telling the truth." Fu Xingchuan said casually.

The milk tea was ready. After saying hello to Xu Yangyang and Zhu Changyu, they took Lin Luo and were about to leave.

Before leaving, Lin Luo glanced in the direction of Fu Xingchuan. He was drinking soda, with his Adam's apple rolling slightly on his slender neck and his jawline clear and smooth.

The orange soda bottle was filled with bubbles, which sparkled under the bright lights, giving off a cool and refreshing feeling. It was still spring, so why did she suddenly think of the hot summer?