Chapter 2 Encounter
"You little bastard! Why are you here so late?!" Director Feng stood at the school gate, hands behind his back, scolding, "Today is the first day of school and we're raising the national flag. The media will be here to interview and film you later. You better get changed in five minutes!"
Director Feng, Feng Zhengshen, the director of the teaching department of Hanmo Middle School, is a veteran teacher who has been battling wits and courage with students for more than 30 years. He is the first one to arrive at school every day and the last one to leave. He is a ruthless person and the king of internal competition among the vast teaching staff. He is nicknamed the Black Whirlwind.
"Got it." Ren Yizi replied in a long tone, still chewing the quicksand bun, "I'll go right away."
Although Ren Yizi is a troublemaker, he can still be used as the face of Hanmo.
That's why Director Feng specially selected him to be the flag bearer of the national flag team last semester, and asked him to raise the flag every Monday. This was also to give him a warning from the side. He has become a flag-raiser, which is such a prestigious thing. If he still keeps violating school rules, taking off that handsome national flag team uniform, and then going to the podium in disgrace to read his self-criticism, how undignified would that be?
Unfortunately, Ren Yizi didn't understand Director Chang's painstaking efforts, and always did his own thing. He often changed into school uniform and went to the podium to read his self-criticism after the flag-raising ceremony. This made Director Feng so angry that he felt so disappointed in him that he had to carry stress-relieving drugs and quick-acting heart pills with him every day to prevent himself from being angered by this barbecued pork boy①.
By the time Ren Yizi changed into the national flag team uniform, the students in the flag team had already rehearsed several times under the shade of the trees next to the flag-raising platform.
Ren Yizi pulled his belt tighter and walked over leisurely.
Suddenly, he looked closely and his heart skipped a beat to see a new face standing in the queue.
Wen Siru.
These three bold words appeared in his mind.
I was still talking about him with Qin Yang a few days before school started, and I didn't expect to meet this gifted child so soon.
Ren Yizi's back straightened instantly and his chin raised slightly.
He felt very complicated. It was impossible for him to say that he didn't feel any fluctuation when he saw Wen Si Ru.
Males will have subtle emotions when facing strong competitors for mates, and their competitive nature will be stimulated.
But he also felt a little envious of Wen Siru. A young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a height that many people could never reach in their lifetime, while some people were born with it...
If his family hadn't been so poor, would grandma not have gotten cancer?
Ren Yizi had never met Wen Siru before. They had always been from two different worlds, one in the top class and the other in the poor student class.
But he still recognized Wen Si Ru at a glance. It was because Wen Si Ru's temperament was too outstanding. Even though he was standing among a group of handsome guys from the national flag team who were carefully selected to be the face of Hanmo Middle School, it was still too easy to recognize this influential figure.
Wen Siru has grown taller than when he was in the first year of high school. The white national flag team uniform fits him very well, as if it was tailor-made for him.
Ren Yizi stared at Wen Siru as he took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on. As soon as he put them on, he discovered a big hole in them! It was probably bitten by the rats that entered the house last month!
Thinking that the media would be filming today, he felt a little guilty and quickly walked straight to Black Whirlwind who was supervising the rehearsal next to the team. He spread out his palm and said, "Report, there's a hole in my glove here. The camera shouldn't be able to capture it, right?"
"I told you not to escape from the rehearsal a few days ago, and now you've let me down, haven't you? You're the one tying the national flag, so the media will definitely take close-ups of your hands when they take pictures of you. And this time it's a city-wide live broadcast! Just tell me what we should do?" Black Whirlwind spoke rapidly, not giving anyone a chance to refute or interrupt.
Black Whirlwind has a loud voice. The members of the national flag team who were rehearsing the marching formation on the side looked at Ren Yizi, and there were two big words written in their eyes - eat melons.
Ren Yizi caught a glimpse of Wen Siru looking at him.
In fact, he could go to the dormitory manager to borrow some needle and thread and sew it up himself, but he didn't know how to say to Black Whirlwind in front of so many people: I will borrow some needle and thread from the dormitory manager and sew it up, it will be quick.
If he said that, not only would Black Whirlwind be shocked, but it would probably not take long before the whole school would know that a certain school bully was good at needlework. It would be too embarrassing and awkward. Would he be able to survive in the underworld in the future?
After scolding him, Black Whirlwind sighed, picked up his phone and walked away to call the equipment room to ask if there were any extra gloves.
Ren Yizi was still considering how to tell Black Whirlwind that he could sew gloves.
At this time, someone walked out of the team and came towards him. Ren Yizi looked at him in confusion.
Wen Siru met his eyes, smiled at him, and quickly walked up to him. He took out a pair of brand new gloves from his team uniform pocket and said to Ren Yizi, "Ren, I have an extra pair of gloves here. You can try them on."
The crown of the flamboyant tree above their heads was so red that it seemed to be burning. A few red petals were blown up by the wind, and the morning light coated the flowers with a layer of golden light. They swirled and passed between the two of them, and no one knew where they were going.
Wen Siru's eyes were like a lake of Tianshan water, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and his voice was like the shattering jade of Kunshan.
Ren Yizi stared at him, stunned for a long moment, then said in a daze, "Thank... Thank you."
He took the glove and touched Wen Siru's hand with his little finger. The palm was warm and dry, transmitting the body temperature of the hand's owner. He seemed to sense something and asked, "How do you know I am..."
Wen Siru's smile deepened, like the warm sunshine in April and May, pure and gentle: "You are very famous. I knew you when I was in the first year of high school."
When Ren Yizi heard what he said, he felt happy and excited immediately. He didn't expect that such a talented person would notice a fool like him.
Ever since Wen Si Ru lent him the gloves just now, his previous inexplicable defensiveness and hostility towards Wen Si Ru had disappeared.
He was in a good mood now and took the initiative to ask Wen Siru: "Are you the new flag bearer?"
Wen Siru replied frankly, "Yes, a few days ago, Teacher Feng told me that the flag bearer had asked for leave and asked me to replace him."
When Ren Yizi first came here, he was also confused. Why was Wen Siru in the national flag team? Why did his previous partner become Wen Siru?
Then he thought again, Wen Siru has been in the United States for so long, and as an exchange student representative, the school must educate him on patriotism, love for the party, love for the people, and love for socialism.
Ren Yizi felt a little sorry for him. A few days before school started, Black Whirlwind called him to say the national flag team had extra training, but he had skipped out and didn't show up. As a result, Wen Siru had no one to hand him the flag. He was ready to make amends: "Then let's rehearse a few times?"
Wen Siru readily agreed: "Okay."
They returned to the team to rehearse, and even though they had never worked together before, the rehearsal went surprisingly smoothly and they had a tacit understanding.
After only a few rehearsals, the "Athletes' March" suddenly sounded from the school's loudspeakers. The sound was so loud that it resounded throughout the entire school, and it was even more deafening when heard next to the rostrum.
When this music starts, the flag-raising ceremony will officially begin.
Ren Yizi could see without looking up that the corridors on every floor of the teaching building were crowded with people. Many girls were leaning on the railings, looking down at him and Wen Siru.
Black Whirlwind had just seen Wen Si Ru give Ren Yi Zi a pair of gloves, and he smiled kindly at Wen Si Ru with satisfaction. Then he turned his face and glared at Ren Yi Zi for a while, and did not come to disturb their rehearsal.
Now he walked over and warned Ren Yizi worriedly, his tone serious: "Little bastard, you can't let down at the critical moment. This is related to the reputation and reputation of our school, the honor of a century-old prestigious school, it can't be ruined in your hands. Perform well and you will bring honor to the school, okay?"
"Oh, I know, I know," Ren Yizi replied lazily, then asked, "By the way, Lao Feng, why hasn't my accommodation been approved yet? Is the school really that poor? Don't they even have a bed?"
"What do you mean by 'Old Feng'? You have no manners at all. Call me Teacher Feng!" Feng Zhengshen's eyebrows shot up in anger. After a while, he explained, "The school is undergoing renovations these days, so there aren't many dormitories left. You can move in after the first-year instructors move out."
"Oh, that's fine too." Ren Yizi nodded.
"No, why are you suddenly living in the dormitory?" Black Whirlwind realized what was happening and asked in confusion, "Why do I remember you were a day student before?"
"I'm in my third year of high school now. I've completely turned over a new leaf and started studying hard to improve myself every day. "Why, Dean, you won't give me any?" Ren Yizi put on the new white gloves Wen Siru had given him and said sarcastically, "A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. Do you understand?"
"You better not run out in the middle of the night to pick up girls or hang out at internet cafes, you brat! You're already a senior this semester, so behave yourself! Don't get into fights and make me clean up your mess, or be a playboy and flirt with other girls. Just focus on studying for your exams."
"Oh my god!" Ren Yizi was hit and felt confused. He rubbed his head and said to the Black Whirlwind who was walking away, "I didn't do that. I didn't do that. Fighting is fine, but how could I have been unfaithful? It's obviously my charm, okay? It's not my fault..."
Black Whirlwind didn't even turn his head to pay attention to him. He walked into the student group and shouted at the top of his voice to maintain order.
Ren Yizi silently retorted to Black Whirlwind, and saw that Wen Siru was still there, but was being chatted up by a girl.
When Wen Siru saw him looking at him, he nodded at him with a smile and pointed at the flag-raising platform, indicating that he would go over and wait for him first.
Ren Yizi gave him an "OK" gesture, then straightened his clothes and fastened his belt tighter, wearing the national flag team uniform like a model, the kind that could be worn directly on the catwalk or in magazines. His hunky waistline was clearly outlined, attracting the attention of many girls in the class team.
Ren Yizi started to get a little nervous now. What was the point of winning glory for a century-old prestigious school? The real pleasure was to receive the girls' gazes!
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