Chapter 17: Fruits of Midsummer
Since Tuesday, Xu Jiqing has not returned.
The cat lock on the locker was hung up, one above and one below hers, and she could still do her homework.
No matter whether Su Xia came early or late, as soon as she sat down, she could see the boy's familiar handwriting, as neat and tidy as ever. She didn't know where the study plan came from.
Even though she knew he was returning a favor, Su Xia still felt embarrassed.
With six authentic works of the future big boss in hand, she felt a little uneasy, as if she had taken advantage of some one-day membership, but ended up being upgraded to a diamond annual membership due to a system error. She felt secretly happy but also guilty.
Teacher Ding still took people to the office for tea every day. Every time Su Xia escaped roll call, she was glad that she had acted impulsively.
It’s so great to be Xu Jiqing’s deskmate.
What she gave him were all little things that could be bought with money. How could they be as valuable as a paper that required careful handwriting?
After letting her thoughts wander for several days, Su Xia felt that she was too pessimistic before.
This year, Xu Jiqing was much easier to talk to than she had imagined.
On the surface, she seemed cold and even the word "thank you" was hard for her to say, but she had not forgotten anything she had promised her.
Does this mean that...
If she keeps up the good work and continues to be nicer to him, will she have a job for the remaining two years?
The bell rang for the end of math class. Su Xia looked at the clean desk beside her and dreamed big.
No one can predict what will happen ten years from now.
There is still college after high school. When Xu Jiqing really becomes successful in the future, he might have forgotten her.
Even though I can't be her backer, it's not too much for her to take advantage of it now.
Su Xia had been brewing hundreds of words of praise in her mind, but until the weather cleared up, she didn't have the opportunity to show it.
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On Thursday afternoon, the last class is physical education.
The sun was setting and there was no sunshine, but the plastic track had been baked by the scorching sun all day. By the time I got to that station, the soles of my shoes were burning and I was sweating before I could run half a lap.
Su Xia took He Miao to the equipment room, found a small cart, filled it with volleyballs, but didn't rush to leave. She just wanted to enjoy the air conditioning for a while.
Class 4 has two physical education committee members. The boys lead the running laps for exercise, while Su Xia is in charge of roll call and equipment.
Students like her who choose schools are the most difficult to arrange. Her family is rich and powerful, and her leaders have asked her to take special care of her. But she is a poor student who doesn't study. No matter what she does, she can't win the support of the class committee.
The head teacher took great pains to get her into such a position.
Su Xia didn't care about whether it was prestigious or not. She actually thought the Sports Committee was pretty good.
He can be lazy openly and even blow the whistle when gathering, which is quite impressive.
Su Xia is an old hand at escaping like this, but it is the first time for He Miao.
The girl was a little nervous. She glanced at the electronic clock on the wall every once in a while. Just after five minutes, she was urged to leave quickly.
The small door of the equipment room is on the side of the gymnasium, directly opposite the basketball court.
Behind the fence, the cheerleading team is training.
A dozen pretty young girls, wearing white pleated skirts, jumped and danced to the dynamic music.
The girl in the middle of the row is fair and slender, and her figure is the most eye-catching.
Almost everyone who passed by couldn't help but take several glances, and even after walking a long way, some boys would secretly look back with red faces.
The volleyball court is next to the basketball court.
After putting the cart down, He Miao sighed softly, "Huang Weiwei is so beautiful."
Without waiting for Su Xia's reply, he added, "You are beautiful too."
Su Xia smiled, "You don't have to say the last sentence."
"real!"
He Miao tried hard to find the right words, "I've always felt that those boys who gave you nicknames are definitely secretly in love with you."
"Please, I feel even worse."
He Miao stopped talking. When he realized that his friend was joking, his face suddenly turned red.
She always thought Su Xia was pretty.
She was soft before, but now she is brighter. She is still the same person, but I don’t know what has changed. Even though she is a girl, I can’t help but feel my heart beating fast when I see her.
The most obvious change was that Su Xia took off her school uniform jacket and no longer walked with her chest hunched.
There was a lot of running and jumping in physical education class. From her perspective, the girl's plump and soft curves were particularly clearly outlined by the short-sleeved shirt. Her high bun was loose, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat behind her white ears. Her eyes were clear and her skin was slightly flushed.
One look at it makes people feel... shy.
It’s actually easy to understand why the boys would make fun of Su Xia.
Huang Weiwei is like the heroine in a popular love song MV, a gentle and non-aggressive little white flower, while Su Xia’s beauty is so full that it attracts people to look at her, but they only dare to look at her secretly, like a fruit in midsummer.
Admitting that he liked Su Xia was like actively surrendering to some unspeakable fantasy, which was naturally despised by this hypocritical and noble age.
He Miao thought about it and reminded her softly, "This class seems to be practicing receiving serves. Xia Xia, you'd better not jump. I'm afraid some boys will peek at you."
Su Xia curled her lips and said, "Who cares about them?"
She really doesn't care.
If she were still hurt by these gazes now, then the extra ten years she had lived would have been wasted.
The bold words are over.
After really starting to catch the ball, Su Xia still started to paddle after just a few minutes.
It had nothing to do with the monkey calls of the boys on the sidelines. It was purely because of weakness and the pain from the shaking.
Do you have a sports bra at home?
It seemed that Su Xiaojuan bought it for her, but she felt that it was not as pretty as the spaghetti-strap ones worn by the cheerleaders, so she put it in the bottom of the box without even removing the tag.
Su Xia sighed silently, made a mental note, and waved to He Miao, "Let's practice the ball here and finish the fifty that the teacher said."
He Miao quickly agreed, "Okay."
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The third floor of the administrative building, Mathematical Competition S class.
After two and a half hours of practicing the national competition simulation questions, there are only five minutes left before the deadline to hand in the paper.
The setting sun was golden red, the evening breeze blew up the curtains, and the only sound in the air was the soft brushing of the pen tip across the draft paper.
The competition class of No. 1 Middle School imitates the elimination system of the neighboring school. Class S, Class A and Class B have decreasing chances of participating in the competition, and are reshuffled every week based on the results of the quizzes.
Under the high-pressure training, no one stopped writing, and no one looked up.
Lin Lang's ballpoint pen was scratching on the paper. He read the last question over and over again three times, and his brain was about to burn.
He shook his legs for a while, then turned to the blank question in front to try his luck.
He glanced to the left from time to time, looking at his deskmate who had already put the cap on his pen.
Xu Jiqing answered the questions with his left hand.
The handwriting is a bit strange and it can be seen that it is not the normal hand.
Because of the slow speed, all the steps that could be omitted were omitted. At first glance, the whole answer sheet looks like a poor student and is extremely deceptive.
Lin Lang has been deceived like this several times, and he gets angry every time he sees it.
She is not the kind of girl who can't walk when she sees a handsome guy. No matter how good-looking Xu Jiqing's face is, it has nothing to do with him.
Ontario is a great province.
He deliberately threw smoke bombs to confuse his deskmate, but actually did it secretly and beat everyone else. He just couldn't stand this kind of pretentious person.
Lin Lang was filled with resentment because he couldn't solve the problem. He was muttering to himself, but he found that the person next to him was very abnormal today. The pen no longer moved rhythmically across the answer sheet, and he checked it steadily for who knows how many times.
Quiet people can be even quieter, without making any sound at all.
He turned his head to look at Xu Jiqing.
The other person was actually distracted, his profile was sharp and cold, his eyebrows were drooping, and he was looking at a certain point outside the window.
It seemed like he looked at it for quite a long time.
But I don’t know what happened in the last few minutes, he quickly turned away his eyes and closed his thin lips.
His face looked ugly and the tips of his ears were red.
I don’t know if it was dyed by the sunset.
The bell rang and the test papers were passed forward like waves of paper.
While he turned around, Lin Lang stood up quickly and looked in the direction he was looking.
“…”
How cool of a buddy to act like one.
Aren't you still peeking at the cheerleaders?
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