039 | (Thirty-eight) Skipping Class
Xie Qingyan glared at Zhou Jianyang with a fierce look in her eyes; her relationship with Zhou Jianyang was just so-so.
Compared to her "friendship through thick and thin" with Zheng Hui, who were both poor students in Class 8, the two could barely be considered "fair-weather friends."
Zhou Jianyang is the only son of Ms. Zhou Yang, the vice principal of Jincheng Middle School. He heard that his father was involved in politics, but he never revealed the specific rank or position he held.
Zhou Jianyang was also a prominent figure in Jinzhong, having graduated from Class 8 and enjoying a great reputation.
Born into a privileged family, with excellent grades, he's arrogant and has a cold, aloof demeanor. He's disdainful of everyone, a typical unruly and pretentious man, and while not exactly discreet, he remains tight-lipped about his father's affairs.
He didn't say anything, and Xie Qingyan had no interest in knowing. She looked down on this kind of "cargo," for no other reason than that like repels like. She considered herself half a "cargo," and since two tigers cannot share the same mountain, she naturally disliked Zhou Jianyang.
Her acquaintance with Zhou Jianyang was entirely thanks to the constellation Mao.
At the end of the first semester of the first year of high school, in order to maintain the average score, the homeroom teacher strictly enforced discipline. Su Xingmao happened to be the grade's discipline committee member. He was impartial and uncompromising. He put Zhou Jianyang, who was late, and Xie Qingyan, who copied homework, on the same list of punishments and handed them over to the homeroom teacher. Strangely enough, it was common for Xie Qingyan to copy homework. He usually copied Su Xingmao's homework at home.
That one time, I don't know what got into him, he actually dared to complain to Qin Xin.
At that time, the two of them were scolded in the office and then punished by standing at the classroom door. Zhou Jianyang was of course not interested in obeying. He had a high opinion of himself and had always been in the top three in the class. Above him were Shen Huaixu and Su Xingmao, who occasionally took turns.
They're the ones who raise the class average, aren't they? Schools only care about grades. Once the grades are high, what good is discipline?
Thinking this, he stood there for less than ten minutes before he couldn't take it anymore and decided to make a quick getaway. He glanced coldly at Xie Qingyan, who was absentmindedly chewing on a lollipop, and casually asked a question.
Do you want to come with me?
Xie Qingyan was gritting her teeth, crunching her lollipop loudly, cursing Su Xingmao in her heart, when she heard Zhou Jianyang's invitation, she couldn't stand still anymore.
But she didn't want to appear too eager, so she glanced back at him casually, straightened her back with a reserved and aloof air, coughed lightly, and then slowly asked, "Where to?"
"Go online, do you play games or not?"
“…Hit him.” Xie Qingyan thought to herself, if Zhou Jianyang had said something else, she could have immediately refused with disdain, but coincidentally, Xie Qingyan was also a girl addicted to the internet, with countless games pre-ordered on Steam.
However, skipping class...
Under Xie Jinyu's pressure, and with the presence of Su Xingmao, a super camera that constantly reports to her, Xie Qingyan, after entering high school, had the desire to steal but not the courage; she only thought about it but never actually did it.
Now that someone was encouraging her, she was eager to try it out.
Lacking experience, she asked a foolish question: "How do we escape? By climbing over the wall?"
"Otherwise?" Zhou Jianyang ignored her and strode off down the teaching building, pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt.
"What if I can't climb up?" Xie Qingyan followed closely behind.
"Find a way yourself."
Zhou Jianyang's answer was cold. When they got to the tree outside the courtyard wall, he still directed Xie Qingyan, who was climbing over the wall for the first time, where to put his feet and where to exert force.
Believe it or not, being a bad student also requires talent.
First and foremost, you must have a wide network of intelligence and a sensitive radar to keep track of the movements of the teachers on duty. Secondly, you must be sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. If you hear footsteps behind you or see flashing lights in the distance, you must not hesitate for a moment and run. Everyone is wearing school uniforms, so as long as you run fast, who will know who you are?
Most importantly, you must be quick and nimble. Climbing trees and scaling walls is a skill in itself; you need to be both fast and accurate, or you're sure to fall flat on your face.
In conclusion, both boldness and meticulousness are indispensable.
Xie Qingyan was clearly exceptionally talented. As soon as Zhou Jianyang finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, kicked her feet in place, and, as if possessed by a monkey, leaped straight up without regard for her image. She failed once, but she was not discouraged. Instead, she became more courageous and used both hands and feet to climb the tree trunk, panting as she stood up.
"Wow, Xie Qingyan is amazing."
Zhou Jianyang was very familiar with this route and landed first, looking on in astonishment from outside the school wall.
In my memory, Xie Qingyan was the leader of the girls' group, always surrounded by admirers. She always walked with her head held high, looking down at people with her chin down, and spoke in a habitually imperious manner, like a little peacock.
Since the school didn't allow makeup, manicures, or hair dyeing, and students had to wear the same unchanging blue and white school uniform, she focused on her hair, creating various styles like high and low ponytails, scorpion braids, double braids, and buns.
Add to that a pure white pearl hair tie, a sparkling star hair clip, a pink polka dot bow headband... and you'll never wear the same thing twice. Passing by her, you'll be carried with you a wisp of fragrance, like flowers or fruits, a rich and refreshing scent that lingers in your nostrils, never quite dissipating.
If the school had any sorority or similar organization, Xie Qingyan would undoubtedly vie for the position of leader.
Throughout the semester, his impression of her was nothing more than that of a spoiled girl who was arrogant, haughty, and pretentious, and who had never suffered any hardship.
She climbed the tree, looking disheveled and grimacing. Her neatly combed ponytail was messed up by the branches, and delicate hairpins were tangled around her cheeks. Her misty hair was scattered in disarray.
Her skin was a perfect match of black and white, and as white as snow.
Looking up at him again, her bright eyes and white teeth were like crescent moons, her smile radiant, and the sky was reflected behind her.
The sky was clear and cloudless.
In a deep blue that surpasses even the azure sky, her eyes radiate confidence, stubbornness, and an indomitable spirit. Her chin remains held high, staring at him defiantly: "How about it?"
Zhou Jianyang paused slightly, and couldn't help but look at Xie Qingyan with new respect. He swallowed hard, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and uttered two words: "Awesome."
When people are in a superior position, they always feel that they are omnipotent, their adrenaline surges, and even the most prone to crying forgets the pain early on, and showing off their power is their instinct.
Hearing someone praise her, no matter who it was, her fox tail wagged happily. She took the opportunity to leap off the wall, determined to become a hero and to fly.
He landed with a thud, his face contorted in a grimace.
"Xie Qingyan—are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated? I'm not ready to pick you up yet."
Xie Qingyan fell onto the lawn and couldn't get up; her eyes were filled with tears.
"Damn it, why didn't you tell me you were going to pick me up?"
“You didn’t even ask.” Zhou Jianyang was impressed by her.
Xie Qingyan hissed like a snake, drawing in cold air: "What's your mouth for?"
Zhou Jianyang had a splitting headache and deeply regretted calling out to her so quickly. Skipping class had brought him a huge problem. "So you're going to just jump over it? Are you blind? How high is that wall?"
When Zhou Jianyang hurriedly escorted her home, covered in dust and limping, Su Xingmao and Xie Jinyu had been waiting for a long time.
Xie Qingyan was seriously injured when he fell. Even the thick winter clothes he was wearing did not help. His instep was swollen like a bun, his skin was covered in bruises, his ankle was red, and his knees and elbows were scraped and bleeding through his clothes. Xie Jinyu's face was gloomy and he said coldly, "Go to the hospital for an X-ray first, and I will teach you a lesson when you come back."
The hospital diagnosis revealed a dislocation of the inner ankle and a ruptured ligament on one side, requiring surgical repositioning and a plaster cast for two to three months.
After coming off the operating table, Xie Qingyan clutched the pain pump, wincing and crying in pain, tears streaming down her face. Seeing this, Ms. Xie Jinyu felt more heartache than resentment. Her daughter had suffered physically, so she gave her a few words of scolding but said nothing more.
Xie Qingyan's first attempt to skip class ended in a major failure, resulting in him wearing a cast for the entire winter break, making it difficult for him to move around, and forcing him to face Su Xingmao's cold face every day.
In the end, it's all his fault. If he hadn't gone crazy and written her name down for the teacher, how could she have been punished by standing with Zhou Jianyang? How could she have been persuaded by Zhou Jianyang to skip class? How could she have fallen from the tree?
She was furious, so furious! She pounded her pillow, hating Su Xingmao even more now.
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