Chapter 2 Returning to Seventeen
September, Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
The midsummer heat has not yet dissipated when the bell rings to signal the end of lunch break.
During the hottest time of the day, the window of Class 4, Grade 2 was covered with dense green shade, and a dazzling ray of sunlight penetrated through the branches and leaves, falling on the side face of the sleeping girl.
"...Su Xia, wake up."
One of the dangerous signs of hypothermia is feeling very hot.
Su Xia frowned, thinking that she was having a nightmare again. She circled the arm that was supporting her head again and wanted to turn over and continue sleeping.
"The bell rang. You can't sleep any more."
The person who called her seemed very anxious. At first he just patted her shoulder, but later, seeing that she was unwilling to open her eyes, he poked her twice with trembling hands.
The other person's nails were trimmed neatly and didn't hurt, but Su Xia was still a little annoyed by the poking.
She opened her eyes painfully.
A bright light suddenly pierced her vision. After several seconds, the girl's shocked face became clear. She spoke in a low voice, "Su Xia... are you crying?"
Su Xia didn't pay any attention to what the girl said.
She was stunned for a moment, and asked in a muffled nasal voice, "He Miao?"
As she recalls, because she was so absorbed in pursuing the boy she secretly loved, she didn't study well during her three years of high school. The cello she had been practicing since childhood was almost abandoned, and the few friends she had were all attracted by her because she was stupid and had a lot of money.
He Miao was the first girl she met after the class was divided. Because she was gentle and had no temper, she was often ordered around by her.
After graduating from university, the Su family went bankrupt and was caught up in a scandal involving a shady business.
Su Xia's former best friends turned against her and exposed her extravagant princess behavior to the media. He Miao, who has become a reporter, is the only one who stands in front of her and is willing to speak for her.
The girl has short hair, small features, and thin eyebrows. She looks so ordinary that it would be hard to find her if she were thrown into a crowd.
"...What's wrong with you?" She spoke cautiously.
Su Xia stared at the girl's face for a long time, and felt more and more that something was wrong.
So much time has passed, she should have forgotten what He Miao looked like back then, so why was it so clear in this dream?
She looked up subconsciously.
At the front of the classroom, the electronic clock on the left side of the blackboard was on.
It is now 12:40 noon.
September 11th, Friday.
The line of numbers showing the year was at the bottom, blocked by the boy who rushed back to the classroom in a hurry.
Su Xia took a while to react before she remembered that this seemed to be the math representative of their class.
"Don't sleep anymore, wake up, brothers and sisters, there's a new kid in our class!"
All high schools in Jiangcheng City are the same. There are three classes on Friday afternoons, and school ends before four o'clock.
The boys and girls in the room had been getting restless since lunch, just waiting for the school bell to ring and the wild birds to return to their nests. Now, after hearing his shout, everyone became energized.
Questions about the weight, height, beauty and ugliness of men and women have arisen.
The class representative casually called someone over to help distribute homework. Half of the study plan was already in the pile. After whetting everyone's appetite, he said, "It seems like they're participating in a math competition. Just now, when they turned around in the nun's office, I was startled. What a refreshing face!"
"So tall, I'm 1.7 meters tall, almost a head taller than me."
"Jushuai, understand? Game modeler, Zhou Zhiyan from Class 10 is in danger of being the school idol."
His tone was extremely exaggerated, causing the boys next to him to tease him, "If such a powerful person comes to Class 4, won't the neighbors welcome him with drums and gongs?"
Next door is the experimental class, which is known as the gathering place for the test-taker. Before the bell rings, the corridor outside is already quiet.
"Isn't this the end yet?"
The class representative made a shushing gesture.
"There's something hidden. The nun will be here soon, so I'll cut to the chase."
He quickly glanced at the door and gossiped in a low voice, "This guy must have gotten into trouble before, so he was expelled or even kicked out of that school. But he's really good at math competitions, so we paid a lot of money to get him, and we're planning to keep him hidden as a trump card for the league."
The first period in the afternoon was taught by the teacher, and everyone was feeling uneasy.
The class monitor stepped back to investigate while insisting on finishing his words. He accidentally bumped into the table next to Su Xia. With a creaking sound, the table leg crushed a mark on her new shoes.
The school uniform inspection at No. 1 Middle School was very strict, so Su Xia had nowhere to use all the high-end dresses in her closet, but her shoes were all from famous brands.
The princess's reputation was well-known, and the class representative immediately clasped his hands together and apologized frantically. Su Xia's mind was still confused, and she casually replied that it was okay, but her heart was filled with two things:
First, does it hurt so much when your feet are squeezed in a dream?
Second, this scene...
Has she seen it?
The tissue that He Miao quietly handed to her was still on the edge of the table, and was about to be blown away by the wind. Su Xia stretched out her hand and clenched it, becoming more and more confused.
Before she could sort things out, the noisy classroom suddenly became silent, and several boys who had been fighting at the back of the classroom slid back to their seats.
"You're the only ones in the whole building who can make such a fuss!"
The crisp clatter of the woman's leather shoes stopped, and she slammed her lesson plan and textbook down on the podium. "If you're not going to study anymore, report to me now and go home right here. Don't disturb Class 2 next door."
"Yesterday's homework was very poorly completed. Go over it again five minutes before class. Those marked with asterisks on the study plan should come to my office after class."
The homeroom teacher, Ms. Ding, was in her early forties, dressed in a smart black dress, her hair tied up in a bun, and was stern and serious. She was known as Nun Miejue. Conscious of being the last in the class, Su Xia had always been more in awe of Ms. Ding than intimacy.
Even so, Su Xia still remembered.
When the classes were just divided that year, she was questioned why a girl studying art could study science. Teacher Ding said, "You have to find your own way. Knowledge has nothing to do with gender, it only depends on hard work."
It's a pity that she was too impetuous at the time, and that little touch disappeared in the blink of an eye. She was still as sleepy as ever during class, and she didn't even dare to hug Teacher Ding when she graduated.
Women's aura is overwhelming.
Dozens of chirping birds immediately sat up straight, not daring to breathe loudly.
Teacher Ding looked around and was satisfied, then waved to the door.
"New student, come and say hello to everyone."
My heartbeat is inexplicably accelerating.
Su Xia swallowed and looked towards the door.
The classroom was extremely quiet, with only the rising and falling chirping of cicadas outside the window.
The boy walked slowly up to the podium.
He was tall and thin, wearing a brand new Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School uniform, but his sneakers and backpack were very old.
It was over 30 degrees Celsius, and he was wearing a long-sleeved jacket that covered his wrists. He was wearing the same white tracksuit and black pants as all the other boys in the school, but his broad shoulders and long legs made him look like the cool white moonlight.
In the late summer afternoon, the light and shadow coming through the window looked like a dark green. The boy's profile was clearly outlined, his cold and hard lip line was slightly stretched, and the lines were neat and clear.
Su Xia was completely stunned and forgot to blink for a long time.
This is……
Xu Jiqing.
Seventeen-year-old Xu Jiqing.
The class representative was hit hard just now, and the swelling and pain in her toes had not yet subsided. The wind blew over, and the sweat on her forehead turned cold.
The hair marks on the side of the face and arms are sore, numb and a little itchy.
All her senses were reminding her of the same fact:
She went back to her sophomore year of high school.
This was the day Xu Jiqing just transferred to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
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