Handsome transfer student

"Close the school gate!"

The fat director's powerful roar, accompanied by the heavy "clang" sound of the F University gate closing, was like a heavy hammer, hitting Chen Xiyu's heart precisely as she was running towards him.

She braked suddenly, the strap of her schoolbag cutting into her collarbone. She watched helplessly as the electric iron gate, symbolizing "good student," closed mercilessly before her nose. Inside, the portly director on duty, his face flushed, was making bold pronouncements to the new English teacher, Tang Qingjia, who was standing next to him:

"...I can proudly say that no student in our F High School is late!"

The sound was so loud that it penetrated the iron gate and hit Chen Xiyu's ears clearly.

Chen Xiyu: “…”

Oh, Mom! She wailed inwardly, "On the first day of school after National Day, I've become the tarnished stain in F High's history! It's all because of Aunt Wang downstairs, who was so engrossed in her amazing skill at playing with the pole...

Half a second of hesitation? Impossible! The Dean's stern face flashed through Chen Xiyu's mind, and she made a snap decision—turn and run! The figure's back was so resolute and so fast that even Teacher Tang Qingjia, who had just put down her chair inside the door, felt her eyes flash.

Hmm? It looked like a... big black rat scurried past? Wearing a red school uniform? Teacher Tang rubbed her eyes. The entrance was completely empty. Perhaps it was an illusion? The nervousness of a new job made her quickly put this little incident behind her. Feeling a little hungry, she decided to go buy some pancakes later.

Outside the school gate, Chen Xiyu held onto her knees, panting like a stranded fish. Her mouth was dry and she desperately needed to cool down. Her eyes locked onto the nearby convenience store with a "Welcome" sign—popsicles! Save my life!

She lifted the plastic curtain and came out, holding a freshly opened mung bean popsicle in her mouth. Before the cool sweetness could soothe her wounded heart, she was attracted by the arrogant roar of an engine.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”

A sleek motorcycle spun around and landed precisely in front of the convenience store, kicking up a small cloud of dust. The man in the front seat, wearing a helmet, swiftly removed it, revealing a striking head of yellow hair. The boy in the back seat also removed his helmet.

Chen Xiyu paused while biting the popsicle.

The sun fell perfectly on the young man. He shook his slightly tousled black hair, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of...extraordinarily beautiful peach blossom eyes. His skin was dazzlingly pale, and he wore a crisp, dark blue school uniform. With broad shoulders and long legs, he looked like the protagonist of DK, straight out of a comic book.

Oh my god… Chen Xiyu's inner demon was screaming like crazy. Is this real?! He's ten thousand times more handsome than those TikTok influencers DK who've added eighteen layers of filters! Then she looked at herself, at F Gao's school uniform, which had absolutely no shape and was as red as a fire hydrant… Um, excuse me, excuse me.

Huangmao Ge (Han Xu) was looking down at his phone, brows furrowed. "Holy crap? Wrong place again? This time it's F High School, right?" He looked up at the F High School gate, then at the navigation on his phone, a look of annoyance on his face. "Tsk, I even got Nuanyang District and Jiangbei District mixed up. What a genius I am!"

The boy in the back seat (Tan Zhao) leisurely straightened his collar, which had been tangled by his helmet. His voice was clear and clear, with a hint of helpless teasing, "Brother, it's not 'again' the wrong car. Mom told you repeatedly before we left on our business trip not to touch the car, especially the navigation. And you, not only did you, but you also successfully demoted me from high school student to 'Red Scarf Reserve'."

He recalled the group of elementary school students wearing red scarves jumping around at the door, his peach-shaped eyes full of playfulness. "Just now at the F Elementary School gate, when you patted my schoolbag and told me to 'Hurry up and join the group,' didn't you think anything was wrong?"

Han Xu: “…” He was speechless after being confronted by his younger brother and could only stare blankly.

"Puff——" Chen Xiyu couldn't help but burst out laughing. This handsome guy not only looks like a heartbreaker, but also has a sharp tongue! What a cute contrast!

She smiled, and lost her grip on the half-melted mung bean popsicle in her hand. With a "bang", it hit Tan Zhao, who had just stepped out of the car... on his clean white shoes!

The sticky, green mixture of ice and water instantly spread out in a mess on the clean shoe surface.

The air froze.

Chen Xiyu: “!!!” It’s over! Damn!

Tan Zhao lowered his head, looking at his shoes that had been "damaged by airstrike", then raised his eyes to look at the culprit - the girl wearing the red uniform of F High School, with a frozen smile on her face and eyes that said "Who am I, where am I, what have I done".

Their eyes met. Chen Xiyu clearly saw a flash of surprise in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, and then a strong...disdain?

Social death! A massive social death scene! Chen Xiyu wished she could dig a hole right there and bury herself.

"Uh...um, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it!" Chen Xiyu was in a panic and quickly bent down to pick up the "evidence".

Tan Zhao raised his foot expressionlessly and kicked lightly - the sticky green object rolled to Chen Xiyu's feet.

Chen Xiyu: "..." Okay, the handsome guy has a bad temper. She resigned herself to her fate and picked it up with the packaging bag and threw it into the trash can beside her.

"Hey! Big sister!" Han Xu only then noticed that there was another person next to him. Seeing the huge "Zhenxing F High School" logo behind Chen Xiyu, his eyes lit up, "F High School? What a coincidence! My brother is also!"

"Really?" Chen Xiyu grasped the key words and looked at Tan Zhao in confusion.

"Yes, I transferred here." Tan Zhao spoke briefly, but his eyes were always on Chen Xiyu's face, with a hint of inquiry.

Han Xu put his arm around Tan Zhao (who was avoiding him in disgust) and said, "My name is Han Xu! This is my cousin, Tan Zhao! Tan means to talk, Zhao means to announce! Handsome, right? What's your name, big sister?"

"Chen Xiyu. Xi means like, and good rain comes when the season is right." Chen Xiyu tried hard to force a smile, trying to save her image a little.

"Chen Xiyu?" The moment Tan Zhao pronounced the name, his eyes suddenly changed. The coldness and disdain he had just shown receded like a tide, replaced by an...incredible focus.

He took half a step forward, leaned slightly, and stared at Chen Xiyu's face with his peach blossom eyes, as if trying to find some familiar mark on her face.

"You..." His voice lowered, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness, "Your junior high school...was F Affiliated Middle School?"

"Yeah! How did you know?" Chen Xiyu's eyes widened in surprise, as she carefully recalled the list of influential people in F High School. Art class? Sports student? There was no such person! If such a handsome guy had been to the same school, she would definitely remember him!

The light in Tan Zhao's eyes quickly dimmed, like a balloon that had been punctured and deflated.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed a self-deprecating smile: "Forget it, I really don't remember. I transferred here in the second year of junior high school and only stayed for a short time."

Just forget it. He added silently in his heart, that fat and timid little thing who could only cry in the corner, the "poor little thing" she had treated like a little sun, was probably no longer in her memory. The feeling of unfulfilled expectations was like stepping on an empty staircase, depressing.

"Xiao Zhao, you guys come in together. I still have to go to the store, so I'll leave first." Han Xu put on his helmet, started the motorcycle, and said goodbye to Tan Zhao.

…

"Don't worry about my brother's nonsense." Tan Zhao's tone returned to normal, even a little distant. He put on his schoolbag, turned around and walked towards the closed school gate. His back exuded a low pressure of "keep away from strangers".

Eh? Angry? Because I don't remember him? Chen Xiyu keenly noticed the handsome guy's mood swings, and her mischievous and caring nature immediately perked up. No, no, this new kid is unfamiliar with the place, and this guy is so incredibly handsome! This F-high Bully must help!

"Hey! Classmate! Wait for me!" Chen Xiyu chased after him happily.

Tan Zhao had long legs and took big steps. He reached the school gate in a few steps and frowned as he looked at the closed iron gate.

"Hey, stop looking. If the door is closed, you have to register, and if you register, you will be criticized!"

Chen Xiyu leaned close to him and lowered her voice mysteriously, "But... I know a 'VIP channel'!"

Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his eyes saying: Reliable?

"Follow me! It's absolutely safe!" Chen Xiyu patted his chest, his face full of the confidence that "those who believe in me will have eternal life." "Otherwise, my name 'F Gao Xiao Ba Wang' will be written backwards!"

The two walked along the vine-covered wall for a while. Chen Xiyu stopped at a place where the vines were sparse and the wall was relatively smooth. He pointed proudly, "Look, right here! Can we climb up?"

Tan Zhao took a look at the height and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "No big deal."

Before he finished speaking, he moved quickly and decisively, taking off his schoolbag and throwing it inside. He grabbed the railing with both hands, kicked off with his long legs, and as light as a cat, he was riding steadily on the top of the wall in the blink of an eye. The whole process was smooth and handsome, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

Chen Xiyu was stunned: Oh my god! Such skills! You must have practiced this before?

My desire to win was instantly ignited! You little brat, how could I let you steal the spotlight on my turf?

"Watch me!" Chen Xiyu refused to be outdone. He rolled up his nonexistent sleeves, took two steps back, took a running start, and climbed up using both hands and feet. Although not as graceful as Tan Zhao, he still climbed up nimbly and sat down next to him, panting.

As they rode side by side on the wall, their view suddenly opened up. On one side was the quiet street outside the school, and on the other was the F High campus, bustling with the sound of reading. The morning breeze blew, bringing with it the fragrance of leaves.

"How is it? This view...eh?!" Chen Xiyu was about to show off proudly, but her voice stopped abruptly.

Tan Zhao's expression froze instantly.

Because right below them, inside and outside the wall, two groups of people were "lining up to welcome" them in an extremely strange way.

Inside the wall, the fat director of the teaching department who had just boasted that "there are no latecomers in F High School" was now standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at his fat face which had turned purple due to shock and anger, his eyes as big as copper bells, staring at the two "criminals" on the wall.

Outside the wall, English teacher Tang Qingjia, who had just parked his shared bicycle and was about to "sneak" to the back door stall to buy breakfast, was also frozen in place at this moment, still holding ten yuan in his hand, also looking up. His expression changed from surprise to sudden realization to a complex "it turns out that was not an illusion just now", and finally froze in a state of being amused and helpless with "you guys are really great".

Six eyes met.

The air was deathly silent.

Only the director's heavy breathing, caused by extreme anger, could be heard clearly.

Chen Xiyu's mind was filled with only one thought: Damn it! This time, the nickname "F High School Bully" would be known everywhere... Handsome guy next to me, I'm sorry! What happened to the promise of absolute safety?!

Tan Zhaoze slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and had only one thought in his mind: Chen Xiyu, you are... still the same as when we were little, always able to bring me "surprises" (scares).