Chapter 14 She Recognizes These Three Words Even If They Turned into Ashes

Lin Zixia waited for Lu Xiangye's next words.

After a while, I heard him say slowly,

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think of it."

Lin Zixia was silent for two seconds, then curled his lips and said, "...Okay."

Jiang Xu reappeared on the stage. He casually pointed at a boy and said, "Yang Jin, right? You will be the acting monitor for now. Ask a few boys to move the school uniforms, military training uniforms, and textbooks."

Lin Zixia looked over and saw that the boy named Yang Jin was very tall, with wheat-colored skin and a mouthful of small white teeth when he smiled. He looked... like he was suitable to be a class monitor.

Some boys went to move books, of course, Lu Xiangye was not among them.

Because he lay on the table and started to sleep again.

No one dared to call him.

Lin Zixia really wanted to ask, did he go steal last night?

Cheng Zhiwei in the front row turned around to chat with her again, but spoke in a low voice for fear of disturbing the big Buddha next to her.

Textbooks and clothes were distributed quickly.

The school uniform is the traditional blue and white color, consisting of a short-sleeved shirt, a jacket, and long pants.

There wasn’t the nice white shirt and pleated skirt like in idol dramas or other schools, but Lin Zixia couldn’t help but curl her lips when she looked at the school uniform.

No one understands the value of the blue and white school uniform of Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School better than her. This is what she has always dreamed of.

The textbooks were piled up on the table. Lu Xiangye was awakened by the noise of textbooks being distributed. He stuffed all the textbooks into the hole in the table without even looking at them.

Lin Zixia, who was sitting in the corner, began to flip through the books and wrote his name stroke by stroke.

She didn't actually need these books. She had already borrowed the high school textbooks during the summer vacation and had already prepared for them. However, she always liked to do things that looked ceremonial.

For example, on the first day of school, write your name on each book, write the notes on the book neatly, and use nice-looking sticky notes and stick them in the most suitable positions.

Lin Zixia wrote her name on the last history book. As soon as she stopped writing, she noticed Lu Xiangye's gaze. She turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Xiangye propped up his chin lazily, as if he had been looking at her for a long time. When he saw her looking at him, he nodded his chin lightly, "I've got it. Please help me write my name on all the books."

He is too lazy to write.

Lin Zixia looked at the heavy pile of books on the table. He moved his lips but didn't say anything. "Okay."

"But my handwriting isn't very good, if you mind..."

"I don't mind," Lu Xiangye's clear voice interrupted her, "Write whatever you want."

Lin Zixia: Is it okay to write it as a pile of shit?

Lin Zixia thought of Lu Xiangye's handwriting that she had seen. It was vigorous and beautiful, unlike the handwriting of many boys she had seen, which looked like a dog paddling.

Although her handwriting was neat, it was just average. Lin Zixia knew that this person was just trying to make trouble for herself.

But no matter what she thought, she still opened the first page of the book and wrote Lu Xiangye's name stroke by stroke.

Lin Zixia's hands are almost cramping after he finished writing his own book and has to write dozens more.

She felt that she would recognize the three words "Lu Xiangye" even if they turned into ashes.

After Lin Zixia finished writing the last book "General Technology", he couldn't help but turn his wrist, it felt so sore.

Lu Xiangye, however, was still leaning calmly to the side. He glanced at his book from the corner of his eye, nodded affirmatively, and commented in a sly and mean tone, "Well written."

Lin Zixia ignored him, put the last book on top, and pushed it towards him, "It's done."

Lu Xiangye casually turned the pages of the book, and the three words "Lu Xiangye" appeared in his sight. The little girl's handwriting was elegant and beautiful, and quite nice.

He chuckled, "Thanks."

Lin Zixia: “…You’re welcome.”

"Brother Lu, when did you start writing names on books?" Wu You looked over.

Lu Xiangye closed the book and glanced over, "Are you controlling your father now?"

Wu You had long been accustomed to it. He came forward, opened the book and took a look, wondering, "This handwriting is not yours? It looks like a girl's handwriting..."

Lu Xiangye replied with a half-smile, "Yes, it was written by Miss Tianluo."

Lin Zixia, who was arranging books at the side, paused slightly, then lowered his head and continued what he was doing as if he hadn't heard.

Wu You beside him was still confused, "Snail Girl? Where did this Snail Girl come from? Brother Lu, you are trying to trick me again..."

Lin Zixia took out a notebook and wrote her name on it, but she was stunned as soon as she finished writing.

Because what she wrote was... Lu Xiangye.

She blinked in surprise, and then she realized that it was time to write smoothly.

It's all muscle memory.

Are we just going to throw it away like this?

What a pity.

But if she continued to use it, she would feel uncomfortable and it would be easy for people to misunderstand her.

Just then, Lu Xiangye and Wu You also looked over. Lin Zixia casually placed the notebook on Lu Xiangye's pile of books and smiled, "You still have another notebook."

Just think of it as charity.

Lu Xiangye gave her a meaningful look, a hint of smile hidden in his dark eyes, "You're quite generous."

Lin Zixia pretended not to understand what he meant.

Wu You looked at the identical handwriting and exclaimed, "Brother Lu, did you ask Xiao Xia to write your name?"

Lu Xiangye raised his eyes, his tone inexplicably arrogant, "Is there a problem?"

Wu You laughed dryly twice, "How dare I?"

He looked at Lin Zixia and rubbed his hands embarrassedly. "Little Xia, can you help me write my name too? My handwriting is so ugly. My mom always scolds me when she sees it..."

Lin Zixia was speechless. Before he could reply, Lu Xiangye kicked him, "You don't have any arms!"

Lin Zixia: ...Who is the one without arms?

He still has the nerve to talk about others.

Wu You looked aggrieved. He asked Xiao Xia to write it, but didn't let him write it. Why was he so excited?

Lin Zixia looked at Lu Xiangye in confusion. He didn't know what was wrong with this man.

She looked at Wu You with a smile, "Give me the book."

Anyway, she had nothing to do right now, so writing her name to Wu You was no big deal. Most importantly, Wu You was the first person to show her kindness, which eased a lot of her nervousness and helplessness when she first arrived in Rongcheng.

Although her hands were a little tired, she didn't resist.

At least it's much more enjoyable than writing to Lu Xiangye.

Wu You looked at Lin Zixia, then at Lu Xiangye, and slowly said, "Forget it, I'll just treat it as practicing calligraphy."

Although I don’t know why Lu Xiangye looks unhappy, it’s better not to provoke him.

Lin Zixia: ??? Should I write it or not?

Wu You sat back in his seat and looked at Li Senmiao beside him dejectedly, "Sanshui, why don't you help me write it..."

Li Senmiao sneered, "Get lost."

"Brother Sen, Brother Miao, please be magnanimous and help me this time..."

Lu Xiangye glanced at the still confused Lin Zixia and sneered, "So enthusiastic? Why not help the whole class write it together?"

Lin Zixia frowned. Is this man suffering from some serious illness?