Chapter 50
On the day we left, we left the key to the guesthouse with the old lady next door.
She was still sitting in the yard.
She was draped in a light pink blanket, her aged eyes resting peacefully on it, gazing in our direction with that same serene smile.
Zhou Huai's expression was unusually complicated. He hung the key on the fence next door and stared at the yard for a long time, lost in thought.
He kicked the door, but didn't use much force.
I think that kick was equivalent to saying "Hey," this guy's got issues, he's so arrogant.
After kicking me, he pointed at me with his hand and said, "She—"
He then pointed at Wu Qi to prove his innocence: "—Two of them make a pair, understand?"
Grandma's smile widened, making me a little embarrassed.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Zhou Huai turned his head away, put his hands in his pockets, and looked a little anxious.
Unexpectedly, the person inside turned the wheels and slowly moved in front of Zhou Huai.
Grandma waved her hand, signaling Zhou Huai to lower his head.
Zhou Huai didn't understand, but he did as instructed. He lowered his head and soon felt something poking him on the head.
"What is this...?"
He instinctively reached for the object and tried to take it down, but the next second, his grandmother produced a round mirror from somewhere, and Zhou Huai's movements instantly stopped—
It was a beautiful, golden frangipani.
Hanging it beside his ear, it brought out a touch of innocence in a great demon who had grown up amidst fighting and killing.
Zhou Huai ultimately ignored it, put his hand down, and his ears turned bright red.
Wu Qi and I watched from a distance and couldn't help but cheer with "Oh my!"
"Hold."
Zhou Huai swore.
He turned to leave, but then stopped and turned his head away. The frangipani hanging in front of his ear completely obscured his expression.
"Old lady, live a few more years." This seemingly unintentional blessing revealed the immense resolve of this ruthless villain. "Live until I come back to see you."
The last sentence was spoken very softly, but just enough for Grandma to hear.
She was still smiling, and the tears in the corners of her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.
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In the celestial realm, there is a magical department called the "Human Affairs Office," which is specifically responsible for processing deities who wish to descend to the mortal realm, assigning them an identity, and issuing them a unique pass to the human world—an ID card.
Ultimately, it's just a small blue card.
I never understood how this little blue card proved my identity until I was at the airport and a staff member took my ID card and asked me to scan my face to pass through the gate. That's when I suddenly realized.
To put it bluntly, this is actually an invitation to the human world.
The journey from Yunnan back to Nancheng isn't particularly short, so to save time, the three of us bought plane tickets.
At this point, some students will ask questions.
Aren't you gods? Why don't you teleport there?
Yes, it is possible.
But what if the old man doesn't want to?
All right.
Actually, I wasn't mentally prepared this month. My hands were still shaking when I boarded the plane, and I was so worried that I couldn't even eat the food on the plane.
At this point, some students will ask questions again.
Are you sure this isn't your first time flying and you're just scared? Are you sure you didn't find the airplane food unpalatable?
Okay, okay, stop messing with me.
If Lao Mu wasn't really nervous this month, he wouldn't be talking to himself like this.
The plane was flying smoothly, and I leaned against the window, silently watching the endless clouds.
Looking at these clouds, I was reminded of the time I went up in the sky to complain to Brother Shi.
At that time, I mistakenly gave him truth serum instead of love potion. Coincidentally, he was giving a speech to the whole school, which resulted in the embarrassing situation of confessing my love in front of everyone. The whole school was laughing at us.
I knew it was my own problem, but for a long time I didn't dare to discuss it directly with Wu Qi. I was afraid of hearing things I didn't want to hear, and I wasn't prepared for the truth to be out of the ordinary.
I... have never been an honest person.
I only muster the courage to take that final step and face and shoulder my responsibilities and problems when I'm halfway certain about something.
As for what happened that day...
To be honest, I remember every single thing that happened, every single second. At first, I even tortured myself to recall it, as if trying to keep a wound forever fresh.
Later, I tried to numb myself and force myself to stop thinking about it, but I still couldn't help caring.
Later on.
I uttered the phrase, "This world is you and me."
The essence of life is not about constantly caring about what others think or do. We only need to care about ourselves, enjoy life, and not be controlled by it.
But now I'm wavering again.
I've discovered that what they mean to me isn't so simple.
Emotions are an intricate and complex blueprint. Once people establish an emotional foundation, there are countless threads connecting them, and no matter what happens, these threads will always remain intertwined.
Ultimately, we still have to face the things that need to be faced.
I let out a long sigh of relief.
The older folks say that once you figure things out, you'll feel relaxed and comfortable, but I feel even more stressed.
Why are you sighing?
Wu Qi had been observing me for who knows how long, and then suddenly blurted out something that startled me.
I instinctively denied it: "I didn't sigh."
"Really?" Wu Qi stretched his sore shoulders, as if he wanted to have a serious talk with me. "From ten minutes ago until now, you've sighed a total of 197 times."
I:"……"
I thought his inquiry was childish: "Are you bored?"
"I can't sleep," Wu Qi said. "I'm counting sheep."
"..."
Seeing my appearance, he sighed as well.
I couldn't help but continue counting: "198 times."
Wu Qi: "..."
He laughed at my joke, jumped over his seat, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it a little.
"Don't be nervous," he said.
"I know," I said, frowning, my voice lacking confidence, "but I can't control myself."
Wu Qi laughed and said, "Didn't the fairy say that the matter is not serious enough to require Tai Xi to intervene?"
I retorted, "If she really took action, how serious would this matter be?"
Wu Qi said, "So that means things aren't too serious yet."
I stared at him.
After a long pause, I opened and closed my mouth and asked, "I need a tutorial on having a good mindset."
Wu Qi: "..."
He closed his eyes briefly, concealing his outward speechlessness, and said, "Wait until I publish my book."
I'd rather kill myself again than waste that time.
Forget it, what good things can you expect to hear from him?
I turned my head, about to continue staring blankly at the clouds, when I heard Wu Qi say slowly, "They are your friends, have some faith in them, okay?"
...
Confidence?
It's not that it doesn't exist.
It's because I don't dare.
The plane landed after a three-hour direct flight, and after navigating the complex airport, it was only around 1 p.m.
Taking a taxi after leaving the airport, I ended up in a dilemma about the final destination.
We didn't have cell phones, so we had to flag down a taxi on the street and tell the driver our destination.
The driver asked from the front, and Zhou Huai, who was sitting in the front and had just fastened his seatbelt, also asked, "Where are we going?"
Wu Qi and I fell silent in tacit agreement.
Going home? What's there to stay at home?
I didn't come back just to return to this meaningless home.
Where else can I go if I don't go home?
Before we could figure it out, Zhou Huai had already shown the driver the map of our destination.
"Driver, this is it. Just follow the navigation..."
Where to?
I peered into the front row of seats, and when I finally saw the words "Nancheng No.1 Middle School," my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, began to pound violently again.
How do you know about this school?
"ah?"
I felt a chill run down my spine, and I didn't even think about the question. Zhou Huai turned around incredulously, "I've been there."
oh oh.
Then it dawned on me that he had not only been there, but he had also killed me there.
My mind is a mess; I can't recall the orderly thoughts I had just had. I feel anxious, numb, and unable to breathe.
What if they berate me when they see me? Or ignore me, as if I don't exist? Or isolate me and gossip about me behind my back?
Half an hour later, the car came to a smooth stop in front of Nancheng No.1 Middle School.
The heartbeat was like a drumbeat.
The repeated pounding blocked all my senses.
Zhou Huai had no intention of going in, so he found a small stool by the door and said he would sit down and wait for us.
I was like a walking corpse when Wu Qi dragged me into the campus.
A few people were playing basketball on the playground, their school uniforms tied around their waists, and their sneakers squeaking on the court.
He seemed to notice two exceptions who weren't wearing school uniforms, but didn't seem to care and continued dribbling the ball.
suck.
call.
pharynx.
My breathing couldn't keep up with my heartbeat; each breath felt like it was being repeatedly pulled apart. I was so numb that I had to explain my body's reactions.
Cross the playground and approach the teaching building.
The school bell had just rung when a figure in school uniform slipped into the classroom through the back door.
As I climbed the stairs, the figures of those I used to play with on campus seemed to bump into me across time and space.
It stopped at the main entrance of the classroom.
Seeing the class sign for Class 5, Grade 11, I suddenly snapped back to reality. I grabbed Wu Qi and said, "I'm not ready yet—"
good.
Before I could utter the last word, Wu Qi had already pushed open the classroom door and then grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.
Just like that time I was late a few months ago.
He did the same, pulling me, who hadn't stopped in time, to the classroom door, looking calm and fearless, staring directly into the teacher's eyes, and speaking slowly.
"Report."
The scene was recreated; under the watchful eyes of the whole class, he walked towards his seat, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
We became the center of attention; they would turn around and look back at our every move, watching our every expression and reaction without moving.
His eyes were fixed on the ground, and he couldn't lift his head.
Finally, I stood in front of Meng Xiaoqiong and looked at her familiar canvas shoes.
Take a deep breath.
I looked up and fell into her line of sight.
Buzz—
Those eyes were crystal clear, trapping the sunlight within, like a goldfish swirling around.
A line of poetry suddenly popped into my mind, though it seemed to lack any real meaning.
"If only life could be like our first meeting."
I asked the girl in the second-to-last row to stand up so I could go inside.
The girl couldn't believe it and pointed to herself: "Me?"
I thought to myself, "That's right."
Who else could it be but you?
It was so quiet that even the lecture was paused.
I instinctively reached into the desk drawer for the worn-out workbook, but my hand touched a stack of clean and tidy test papers instead.
I paused for a moment, then pulled out the stack of papers.
But inside, it was neatly arranged by date, covered with dense, intricate notes in various handwriting styles.
It's clearly not one person's handwriting.
This is……
I randomly flipped to a page, and it not only contained notes, but also a few lines of abrupt... complaints.
【No, Sister Yue's grades are already so good, why would she need you to take notes for her?】
What if she comes back having forgotten everything she learned?
[If you think she's an idiot, just say so.]
[Never mind that, just memorize it! I don't want to be overtaken by Yu Yuan from the next class when Yuejie comes back.]
After examining them, I confirmed that they were the handwritings of Li Guangheng and Tian Qingqing.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings.
I wanted to turn a few more pages, but my hand was suddenly grabbed.
I turned my head, but Meng Xiaoqiong wasn't looking at me; she was still staring straight ahead.
The course was then resumed.
The teacher briefly transitioned between the two sentences and then went on to discuss the test paper assigned a few days ago.
Nobody knew that we were secretly having an affair down there.
My fingers loosened, and a note was slipped into my hand.
I withdrew my hand, suppressing the last tremor, and lifted it—
[Opened by Little Red String]
A lot has happened while you were away from school. A new zoo has been added to campus, with alpacas and ponies. It gets very crowded at lunchtime. Let's go together sometime.
By the way, Li Guangheng and Xu Feng were dismissed for fighting. But I can't blame them; so many people were spreading rumors and saying all sorts of nonsense. Does our little red rope even deserve to be talked about?
I know that our little red rope might just be sick.
Although this disease initially startled me, you really are something, getting a disease we've never seen before.
But your illness is actually quite cute.
If it's alright, can we touch your rabbit tail?
Braids
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