Chapter 4 I'm Not Late "I'm not late." Before class...

Perhaps the scene he saw at night was so unforgettable that he kept dreaming about that scene.

A dim environment, a quiet alley, two people leaning against each other... The only difference is that the protagonists have become him and Jiang Ci.

He didn't see the couple's appearance clearly at all, but Jiang Ci's appearance was imprinted in his mind, so he combined the scene of the kissing with the scene of him pressing Jiang Ci against the tree. After processing in the dream, he forcibly changed the couple into the two of them.

The scariest thing was that he was actually a little... intoxicated in the dream.

This is the last thing Yu Xiang wanted to admit after being forcibly awakened by the alarm clock.

He fumbled to turn off the alarm on his phone, and then for some unknown reason raised his hand and touched his lips.

Soft.

If you want to taste it, it should be very good.

He was seventeen years old, and it was normal for a man who would soon become an adult to have such a dream, but he couldn't understand why the other person was Jiang Ci.

Theoretically, it should be the girl he has a crush on... Oh, he doesn't seem to have a crush on anyone.

From the time Yu was born until now, the person he loves most besides his family is himself.

Because he didn't have a female classmate he had a crush on, Jiang Ci, who was always in front of him and had a strong presence, took advantage of him. That must be the case.

Yu Xiang was convinced.

After convincing himself, Yu Xiang closed his eyes again, intending to take another nap.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene in his dream reappeared, and he was so scared that he opened his eyes immediately.

What's going on? Why is he reminiscing about the past while taking a nap?!

So annoying!

Although his nap was canceled, Yu Xiang still stayed in bed until 6:40 before reluctantly getting up to wash and change into school uniform.

"You sleep until this time every day. By the time you get up, Xiao Ci next door has already been memorizing words for more than an hour." Yu Xiang was nagged by Yu's mother as soon as he went downstairs.

"He is a god who doesn't need to sleep. How can a normal person like me compare to him--" Yu Xiang responded perfunctorily with a long tone.

"Stop talking nonsense! Don't the boarding students at your school have to get up so early too?" Yu Ma was so angry that her eyebrows were about to fly up. "I think you make me feel uncomfortable if I don't act sarcastic for a day. I should send you to the boarding house and let the teachers take care of you so that you will behave yourself."

"I don't want to stay overnight. Staying overnight will make you mentally weak."

"You're just too spoiled. Aren't so many of your classmates living in the dormitory doing well?" Yu's mother retorted angrily, "If your dad were home, he would scold you again."

Yu Xiang yawned with his mouth open: "When will Dad come back?"

"He will be back after work at the end of the month. You know that your carefree days will be over when he comes back." Yu Ma said unhappily.

"I haven't been in trouble for a long time, and my grades haven't dropped. He has no reason to scold me." Yu Xiang was not worried at all. He picked up his schoolbag and walked straight out the door.

"Hey, stop—where are you going?" Yu Ma immediately called out to him when she saw this.

"Go to school. If we don't leave now, we'll be late." Yu Xiang answered as a matter of course.

"Not eating breakfast?"

"I'll just buy two buns at the school gate. It's too late." Yu Xiang looked at his watch. "Dean Xie has been very strict about being late late lately. If you get caught, you have to write a self-criticism and have your class points deducted."

Yu Ma was surprised and said, "You are so shameless, yet you are afraid of this?"

Yu Xiang was numb: "I just don't want to write a self-criticism."

Yu Ma was even more surprised: "You can actually write when I ask you to?"

"Mom, your son hasn't been against his teachers since he started high school," Yu Xiang stressed tiredly. "Haven't you noticed that the frequency of teachers complaining about me has decreased?"

"It seems so. My son has finally grown up. I'm very pleased." Yu's mother narrowed her eyes and smiled knowingly. After the smile, her expression changed in an instant: "Are you satisfied after the praise?"

"I'll take care of it." Yu Xiang winked at her and strode towards the door. "I'm going out first, Mom!"

"Come back!" Yu Ma called him again with a deep breath.

Yu Xiang had no choice but to stop again: "What happened again?"

"I ran into your Aunt Fang when I went out to buy groceries today. She said there have been a lot of unruly people hanging around our neighborhood lately, so you should be careful when you go to and from school."

'Auntie Fang' is Jiang Ci's mother Luo Fang, who is also Yu Ma's best friend.

"So you finally agree to buy me an electric car?" Yu Xiang's eyes lit up.

"Ha. You think too much. What I mean is that you'd better come back with Xiao Ci. It will be safer for the two of you to have a companion on the road."

Yu Xiang: "He rides a bicycle and I walk, so we can't be a team."

So give up this idea, Mom. It would be better to buy me an eMule as soon as possible.

"Your Aunt Fang and I have considered this issue. She said that if you like, she can install a back seat on Xiaoci's bicycle." Yu Ma said proudly.

"Tell Aunt Fang, I don't want to." Yu Xiang said word by word with a frown on his face. Then he asked with deep sorrow, "Ms. Chen Xiaomei, are you my biological mother? Don't you worry about me at all?"

Even if you don’t buy an eMule, at least you’ve bought a bicycle!

"Yu Xiang, please don't call your mother by her full name. It's disrespectful." Yu's mother—the ageless Ms. Chen Xiaomei—glared at him. "You're not a grown-up girl. You're almost eighteen. There's nothing to worry about."

Yu Xiang was unconvinced: "What if they get robbed or blackmailed?"

Chen Xiaomei asked back, "What do you have that's worth someone robbing? The most expensive things on your body are your school uniform and shoes. I also strictly control my pocket money. Anyone with a bit of common sense wouldn't choose to rob you, right?"

Yu Xiang: “…” Damn it.

"If that's the case, then why did you say you wanted me to be with the guy next door?" He took a deep breath and continued to ask.

"Is it because Xiaoci has so much pocket money that it's easy for it to be snatched away?" Chen Xiaomie said while deliberately touching her chin while teasing her son.

"I'm going to sever our mother-son relationship for the whole morning!" Yu Xiang opened the door and walked out angrily.

"Okay, baby, remember to go home on time for lunch~"

Yu Xiang walked quickly to school with his ears red, and at the same time he was glad that his mother said this at home instead of at the school gate.

Dad works out of town, mom is causing trouble at home, and there's a guy next door... Yu Xiang couldn't think of any suitable words to describe Jiang Ci for a while.

"Yu Xiang! You're late again!" Yu Xiang entered the school gate on time by scanning his face. He had only taken two steps when he was caught by a middle-aged man with black-framed glasses and a serious face.

This man was neither tall nor fat nor bald. He was none other than Xie Wenhui, the director of the political and educational department, who was feared by all students in the grade.

"It's unfair, Director. The bell for class hasn't rung yet." Yu Xiang was sweating profusely as he explained.

"But the preparatory bell has already rung." Xie Wenhui wasn't as tall as Yu Xiang, but he was more imposing. "The preparatory bell ringing means everyone should be in the classroom ready to study, and you're still at the school gate!"

Yu Xiang calmly dodged the spit that threatened to fly onto his face and admitted his mistake sincerely, "Director, I was wrong."

Xie Wenhui raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "What if you do it again next time?"

Yu Xiang made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Kill without mercy."

"Very good." Xie Wenhui pointed in the direction of the school avenue, "Hurry back to class and study, and run!"

Yu Xiang didn't dare to delay any longer and ran away.

Fortunately, today's morning reading class was English, Lei Wanquan didn't come, and the English teacher had a good temper, so he selectively ignored Yu Xiang who sneaked into the classroom through the back door.

"Why are you late again?" As soon as his butt touched the chair, he heard Jiang Ci, who was already seated, ask.

"I'm not late." I entered the school gate one minute before class started.

Jiang Ci: "..."

"We'll check your recitation in class later. If you haven't finished, hurry up and find your class representative to recite before the end of morning reading. After you've finished, register." The English teacher shouted from the podium, "If you haven't memorized something, copy it down ten times."

Check recitation?

What to recite?

Yu Xiang's brain suddenly crashed.

There was so much to memorize every day, especially English. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't remember what he had to memorize.

"Sanshui!" Yu Xiang lowered his voice and called out to Zhang Miao in the front row.

"What's wrong, Brother Yu?" Zhang Miao turned around quickly.

"What should I recite in English?"

"It seems to be the sample essay written after reading the 26th issue of the weekly newspaper."

"When did you ask for it? Why don't I have any recollection of it?"

Zhang Miao scratched his head and said rather embarrassedly, "Yesterday. Actually, I don't remember anything at all. I just asked the class representative."

Yu Xiang: "So how's your memorization going?"

"I'm already copying it."

Yu Xiang: “?”

Zhang Miao was very self-aware: "Copy it ten times. I definitely won't be able to memorize it."

This is really cruel.

Yu Xiang didn’t think he could memorize it before the end of morning reading get out of class, but he didn’t want to copy it ten times either.

With the mentality of memorizing as much as he could and if that didn't work, asking the class monitor for help to see if he could get away with it, he lowered his head and began to flip through the English weekly on the desk.

He found issues 21 to 25, and even 27 and 28, but not 26.

"Damn it, where did it go?" Yu Xiang cursed in annoyance.

"If you are looking for issue 26 of the weekly report, it was just submitted yesterday." Jiang Ci suddenly said beside him.

Yu Xiang paused in flipping through the newspaper and thought carefully.

It seems to be true.

"Then how do I memorize it?" He stuffed all the weekly newspapers that he had turned into a mess back onto the table and said depressedly.

Jiang Ci looked at him sideways, with an expression that said, "Did you leave your head without a brain today?" "The reference essay for issue 26 is in issue 27."

Yu Xiang: “?!” Why the hell did I forget about this?

So he silently took out the pile of weekly newspapers again, found issue 27, and glanced at the content he needed to memorize.

He might not even be able to read the two entire paragraphs fluently.

It seems like God is going to kill him.

Every time at this moment he would regret not learning phonetic symbols well in junior high school, which resulted in his spoken English being so bad now.

Just when he was about to bite the bullet and read it first, he heard Jiang Ci beside him start to read what he was about to read in a standard and fluent accent - to be more precise, reciting it, because Jiang Ci's eyes were not on the weekly report at all.

This guy has a very nice voice, and he has a unique kind of handsomeness when speaking English, which is very cool.

Yu Xiang could have been this cool, but his spoken English wouldn't allow it.

However, Jiang Ci was reciting beside him, so he could read along, saving him the trouble of having to ask how to pronounce each word after reading a few words.

"The get out of class will be over in ten minutes, so you must hurry!" As the class was about to end, the English teacher shouted at the podium as if urging someone to study.

However, Yu Xiang had just finished memorizing the first paragraph, and he was still stumbling and very unskilled.

"Can you recite it?" Jiang Ci spoke again.

"No." Yu Xiang had a lawsuit on his mind.

"Wang Xinting said that classmates can recite for each other and then go to her to register."

Wang Xinting was the English class representative. Yu Xiang suddenly saw hope: "So, can you help me say that I've memorized it?"

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