Liang Xinchong
Don't Think of Me
Lu Xuanqing (LuLu article)
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For the first ten years or so of his life, Liang Xinchong lived a carefree and smooth-sailing life.
He came from a well-off family. Even though he was a few points short of the passing score in the high school entrance exam, his father, Liang Zhiyuan, pulled strings to get him into Yuehai Middle School, the best school in the area.
Not only that, they also put him in the honors class.
After enrolling in school, he was surrounded by "top students" who scored one or two hundred points higher than him. Liang Xinchong felt that Lao Liang had done all sorts of bad things, and he became the "underachiever" in the class, feeling immense pressure every day.
Despite his poor grades, he was very popular at school. He was incredibly handsome, and in Lin Shusen's words, he was a reincarnation of a demon who had come to wreak havoc on the world.
Outside the window, lush branches support a vast expanse of azure sky.
Liang Xinchong readily rejected the girl's confession, his smile slightly mischievous: "A high school student wanting to date me? That's impossible. Focus on your studies, classmate."
His voice was clean and uniquely youthful, yet casually unrestrained.
The girl was naturally heartbroken after being rejected, but when she looked up at Liang Xinchong's face, she was determined to continue liking him.
Why would someone like another person so earnestly? Liang Xinchong couldn't understand.
Until that summer, seventeen-year-old Liang Xinchong met her.
Then I couldn't help but fall in love with that girl.
That day, he was sleeping on his desk when his friend bumped him hard with his arm and woke him up. He woke up slowly and was about to curse when he heard Lin Shusen, who sat in front of him, say, "A transfer student, a transfer student, so pretty."
Lin Shusen shook Liang Xinchong's arm, then pulled out his right hand and pointed in a certain direction.
That's how Liang Xinchong saw her.
She walked in behind the teacher, carrying a bag, her hair in a ponytail, already wearing the school uniform of their school—Yuehai Middle School.
Liang Xinchong was fully awake when she stood on the podium and gave her self-introduction in a sweet voice.
In the summer before the end of their second year of high school, a new student transferred to their class.
Her name is Li Mo.
The jasmine in Little Jasmine.
Back then, Taiwanese and mainland Chinese dramas were full of love-at-first-sight tropes, which Liang Xinchong scoffed at.
Until he encountered this moment.
There were no empty desks in the classroom at this point. The old class teacher, Yuan Hai, pointed at Liang Xinchong and said, "You, help the new students move desks and chairs." He was tall, and in this elite class full of talented students, he seemed "unlearned and incompetent." It was normal to choose him to do this hard labor.
Li Mo looked up.
Liang Xinchong turned his head to look over and met her gaze.
He didn't feel the slightest bit upset about being assigned to do hard labor; on the contrary, he felt incredibly lucky to have helped her move tables and chairs.
Liang Xinchong stood up and pointed to his seat in a very natural tone: "You can sit here first."
Li Mo remained where she was.
Yuan Hai said, "Sit there first, and wait for Liang Xinchong to bring the table back for you."
Li Mo's family had an accident, so the transfer procedures were handled very urgently. Yuan Hai had just received the notice that there would be new students in their class this semester, and the students had already arrived. The new desks and chairs could only be set up on the spot.
Li Mo said "thank you" and then sat down.
If he remembered correctly, that was the first thing she ever said to him.
Liang Xinchong went to the student affairs department with a smile, took a new set of desks and chairs, and placed them near his desk.
She was a transfer student, so the only place she could put her desk and chair was in the back row.
However, placing it next to him was purely out of personal consideration.
Li Mo sat down next to him and said "thank you" again.
Liang Xinchong smelled a special fragrance on her, like jasmine on a June morning.
He only needed to tilt his head slightly to see her profile.
From that day on, this boy, who was so arrogant in front of his friends, transformed into an artsy young man in front of the girl he secretly loved. He bought a notebook, bit his lip, and wrote down the three words "Little Jasmine".
In the third week since Li Mo transferred to Yuehai Middle School, her name began to spread throughout the grade.
The reason was that she ranked among the top students in the second monthly exam of the second semester of her junior year.
I've made it into the top ten in my grade.
In this school where getting into the top class based on merit guarantees admission to a 211 university, being in the top ten of the grade is prestigious enough to make most students in the grade familiar with her name.
Another reason is that she is a very likable person.
She doesn't talk much, speaks softly with a slight Jiangnan accent, has an innocent-looking face, and is friendly to everyone. She isn't particularly beautiful, but she has a special kind of attraction.
During that period.
In the boys' dormitory, you could often hear the boys talking about Li Mo, and then they would discuss—"What do you think her future boyfriend will be like?"
Liang Xinchong was lying on the bed when he suddenly felt a breath stuck in his throat.
Li Mo will have a boyfriend in the future. What will her boyfriend be like?
He feels uneasy whenever it's not him.
Late June is the peak season for jasmine blossoms.
Yuehai Middle School has many flower beds. Liang Xinchong had never paid attention to this type of flower before, but now he has. There are many jasmine flower beds downstairs in the classroom building, with bluish-white buds and dark green leaves.
Liang Xinchong passed by, stopped, and, as if possessed, picked two flowers.
Then, Wang Buqun, the head of the teaching department, happened to be passing by and caught her. It was just a small matter of picking two small flowers, but Wang Buqun had just been driven half to death by a group of naughty boys from ordinary classes who had hidden cell phones, and was currently in a state of rage.
As a result, Liang Xinchong, who was picking wildflowers, ran into trouble and was charged with damaging the school's greenery and arrested on the spot.
Wang Buqun gave him a lecture.
Liang Xinchong stood with his hands in his pockets. Only when Wang Buqun told him to "stand properly" did he reluctantly straighten up, but he still maintained his nonchalant attitude, letting it go in one ear and out the other.
He noticed Li Mo out of the corner of his eye; she was carrying books and walking down the stairs.
Li Mo also saw the commotion. She remembered him, the boy sitting next to her, separated from her only by an aisle.
She remembered his name and knew that his grades weren't very good, but he wasn't a delinquent teenager.
There were quite a few onlookers, and Li Mo, being a gossip herself, would glance at the scene as she passed by, curious to know what had happened. Little did she know that the boy being talked to by the director would look over the crowd and fix his gaze precisely on her.
Li Mo looked away, picked up her book, and left, pretending that she had just happened to be passing by.
She had only walked a dozen meters when someone called out to her from behind: "Li Mo."
She stopped and turned around.
What I saw was Liang Xinchong catching up, panting heavily.
She looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Liang Xinchong told her to "reach out your hand," and she paused for two seconds before obediently doing so. Then she heard him chuckle.
"You actually did what I asked you to do," he said with a smile.
Then two small jasmine flowers were placed in her palm.
Li Mo couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at the two small, pale blue jasmine flowers in her palm for a few seconds, then looked at him in shock: "What is this...?"
Then he saw Liang Xinchong scratch the back of his head rather embarrassedly. This tall boy, who was over 1.8 meters tall, blushed at this moment: "Just now, Old Man Wang..." Realizing that she was standing in front of him, he quickly changed his words, "Teacher Wang stopped me because I picked flowers." He explained.
Summer was just beginning, and the cicadas had not yet started chirping in the trees.
Under the lush camphor tree stood a stunned girl and a blushing boy.
Li Mo blinked: "Then what's this? Why are you giving me flowers?"
Liang Xinchong opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
He was as thick-skinned as a city wall. Getting caught by the teacher would have been a trivial matter for him, but then she happened to walk by.
He was afraid she would misunderstand, so after Wang Buqun finished lecturing him and left with his hands on his hips, he immediately chased after him.
Seeing him stunned, Li Mo smiled first.
Her eyes crinkle into crescent moons when she smiles, making her incredibly cute.
"Okay, I'll take it," she heard her own voice say. "I'm going to the cafeteria now, goodbye."
She accepted the flowers and turned to leave, but she didn't expect him to follow her. "I'm going to the cafeteria too."
He just followed her side by side, acting rather shamelessly.
Li Mo heard her heartbeat quicken considerably.
At an age when the boundaries between boys and girls are clearly defined, his continuous actions can be described as "transgressing the rules," no wonder she had doubts.
At first, the two remained silent. After a few seconds, Liang Xinchong pointed to the book in her arms and asked, "You like reading comics too?"
Li Mo nodded and replied, "I like Komura Masaya."
Komura Masaya is a female character in the latest popular Japanese manga.
This comic book is a serialized book and is a bestseller in bookstores outside of schools, with several copies selling out as soon as they are put on the shelves.
Li Mo would go to the bookstore every weekend to see if there were any new arrivals.
She only had a few volumes in her possession, and some sets were missing.
Most students at the school didn't have a complete set of the published comics, so they all exchanged them to read.
Although Li Mo has good grades, she also has a lot of hobbies, such as reading comic books, especially those small Taiwanese comic books the size of a palm.
Liang Xinchong told her, "I have the whole set."
Li Mo was shocked, her eyes widened, and she said excitedly, "Really?"
"Really? I'll bring it to you next week."
Liang Xinchong indeed kept his word.
He's a very unique guy. Smartphones weren't common yet; Apple had only released the iPhone 3. He already had one, and I've never seen him show it off. I heard his family is quite well-off, but he wears the plain blue and white school uniform most of the year. He owns almost the complete set of the latest popular comic books, and he even has channels to buy some from overseas that aren't available in China.
Li Mo became acquainted with him through a set of comic books.
He could get almost anything she wanted to see. Li Mo said he was very generous, but Lin Shusen thought he was quite stingy.
Liang Xinchong was willing to lend money to Li Mo but not to Lin Shusen, and was accused by Lin Shusen in the boys' dormitory of "forgetting friends for the sake of beauty".
Liang Xinchong explained, "Some of them belong to my cousin, so I can't damage them." That was the truth.
"Then Li Mo can watch it too?" Lin Shusen asked angrily.
"She just can."
Upon hearing this, Lin Shusen's eyes lit up with gossip, and he asked nervously and expectantly, "You like her?"
Liang Xinchong remained silent for a few seconds, but ultimately did not deny it: "I like her."
"..." Lin Shusen fell silent, scratching his buzz cut hair, his tone quite distressed: "Why do you like her too?"
"Also?" Liang Xinchong frowned.
Now it was Lin Shusen's turn to remain silent.
Many boys in the school like Li Mo.
And he liked it too.
The two boys just stared at each other.
The ship of friendship nearly capsized at that moment.
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