Lu Yibei led Ji Qingqian through the teaching building.
The students inside were in class, and the two did not approach to disturb them.
Looking down the corridor, Ji Qingqian could almost see the little boys making a ruckus.
The two then passed through the passageway between the buildings.
The sparse shade of the trees in winter appears dappled under the sunlight.
Ji Qingqian imagined the boy carrying a broom and a dustpan, sweeping the area.
Then we returned to the previous plastic track, which was actually the same as Jiangda's, lacking any romantic atmosphere.
but,
"Abei, run!"
Ji Qingqian said this, but Lu Yibei did not understand what she meant.
But he still ran off immediately.
Ji Qingqian looked at Lu Yibei's figure in his school uniform and smiled faintly.
It should be exactly the same as it was back then.
This boy is still a boy.
"Slow down—" Ji Qingqian called out.
Lu Yibei, who was running, slowed down.
Ji Qingqian was about to say, "Wait for me."
But before she could say it, she saw Lu Yibei start to speed up again.
However, this time they ran towards her.
Ji Qingqian's eyebrows and eyes became more relaxed.
The school uniform and high ponytail matched perfectly, and Ji Qingqian seemed to be surrounded by a faint halo of light under the sunlight, golden yellow.
Yet it appears pure white and refreshing.
Lu Yibei paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.
"What are you laughing at?" Ji Qingqian asked.
"Whose school beauty is this? She's so pretty." Lu Yibei asked deliberately.
Ji Qingqian leaned forward slightly, her hands behind her back, a playful glint appearing in her cool eyes.
"Yours~~"
Light words reached Lu Yibei's ears.
Then my head buzzed.
It took a while for me to realize what was happening.
"...What are you doing?"
Lu Yibei heard Ji Qingqian ask this question.
He had already lifted the girl high in the air, carrying her by her thighs, and spun her around as if showing off the best and most beautiful treasure in the world.
“It’s mine,” Lu Yibei repeated.
"Nonsense!"
Ji Qingqian scolded, but there was a clear hint of a smile in her voice: "If you keep acting up, it won't be your home anymore~"
"No matter what, it's all mine." Lu Yibei said with absolute certainty.
He continued to lift the girl high, spinning her around and around.
Ji Qingqian wanted to laugh, to laugh very loudly.
But the campus was just too quiet.
Laughter would definitely break the silence; to Xincheng, she was a guest visiting.
You can't be so unruly and impolite.
So she suppressed her laughter and only made soft chuckles that only Lu Yibei could hear.
That's enough for Ah Bei to hear.
She and Ah Bei are enough.
There's no need for anyone else to find out.
It's good to have them.
—That's what Ji Qingqian thought.
—But that's not actually the case.
Zhang Qiwen's office is on the fourth floor of the teaching building in front of the plastic running track.
So, besides them, there were other people who saw this.
"Uh-huh."
Xu Che sat back in the chair, resting his chin on the back, and looked out the window at the scene of teenagers going crazy.
That's crazy.
—Won't they find it romantic?
Zhang Qiwen and Teacher Lü also noticed this scene.
Xu Che noticed that the two teachers' eyes were filled with gentleness and relief, as if they also missed their youth, which was not only gone but whose graves were about to be demolished.
Xu Che: "...Uh..."
—You guys don't think it's romantic either, do you?
"I don't know, only God knows what happened."
Xu Che answered Lao Lü's previous question: "Yi Bei and I have always been the type not to tell each other if we win the lottery, but if we go bankrupt, we'll definitely have to borrow 100,000 or 200,000 from you... Not to mention Zhou Zhou, I don't even know how he and A Ji met..."
As for Lu Yibei...
Ji Qingqian is clearly a lottery ticket.
I feel like I've heard the word "Qingqian" somewhere before.
But Xu Che had long forgotten which corner he had forgotten about it.
Old Lu nodded.
She just asked casually, out of curiosity.
The child from back then has grown up, and she doesn't want to, nor is she willing to, act like an old person and talk about their love life after they've graduated.
People change.
Growing up is part of the process of change.
What we once considered beautiful will change completely over time.
They didn't even dare to acknowledge him.
Teacher Lü looked at Xu Che kindly again:
"Take you for example."
Xu Che: ...
"I never would have imagined you would dye your hair like this."
The typical examples were right in front of Ms. Lü, so she wouldn't be too conflicted.
Xu Che: ...
“With hair dyed like that, you won’t find a girlfriend,” Zhang Qiwen said earnestly.
Xu Che smiled smugly:
"I dyed my hair a week ago, but I've been single for twenty years. I've worked so hard to be single, so please don't attribute all the credit to my hairstyle, okay?"
Zhang Qiwen choked: "Ache, I'm very worried about your mental state."
"Alright, you're worried about me but won't give me any explanations. You only raise questions but don't offer solutions. Is this how all teachers teach? I'm really worried about the future of our nation's future generations," Xu Che said calmly.
He continued to rest his chin on the back of the chair, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.
Old Zhang choked again.
He looked at Teacher Lü, who was also speechless.
The latter looked at the watch:
"It's almost time. I have something to do. Ah Che, you can talk to Lao Zhang some more."
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