Let go
There was a Chinese language test this morning.
The autumn wind stirred the bright yellow maple leaves, causing them to sway from side to side. A few wisps of white clouds added a touch of blue to the sky, and sunlight pierced through the seemingly thin clouds, shining cleanly through the window and slanting onto Song Huan, gilding her body with a golden edge.
Song Huan was writing reading comprehension questions, a hint of doubt appearing on her snow-white face.
The light shone on the exam paper, overlapping with the words on it.
Suddenly, a crumpled piece of paper appeared on her exam paper.
She opened the note with a puzzled look; it read:
Please help me, expert!
I even drew an emoji.
The handwriting is clearly Xu Han's.
She turned her head and saw Xu Han's pleading eyes. Not wanting to refuse, she could only write: Please help me one last time.
The message was sent, and Xu Han agreed.
At that moment, Song Huan felt someone pat her on the back.
She turned her head and was shouted at by the proctor, Teacher Chen: "Song Huan!"
Startled, Song Huan immediately turned around and passed a note to Lin Xing behind her: What's wrong?
Lin Xing replied: Let me copy this.
Somewhat helplessly, she had no choice but to begin her "work," her hands constantly moving between the two of them.
The exam was finally over, and Song Huan felt completely exhausted.
"Thanks, great master." Lin Xing's gentle voice reached Song Huan's ears. Song Huan turned her head and saw Lin Xing smiling at her, her dimples prominent, and her raven-feather-like pupils glistening with a hint of amusement.
Song Huan smiled at him and said politely, "Don't do that next time, it'll be terrible if you get caught. Just ask me if you don't understand anything."
Her voice was very soft, like a feather. Lin Xing only heard the last sentence. The smile in his eyes deepened, and he replied softly, "Okay."
The light shone even brighter, bathing everyone else except the two of them in a pure white light, as if extending a path for them. Looking out the window, the camphor tree swayed gently, a few branches obscuring the two of them. They seemed like people from two different worlds, separated by an invisible barrier, gazing at each other.
——
The midday sun was at its highest point, and even in autumn, it was still so hot that it made people drowsy.
Just as Song Huan was about to lie down and rest for a moment, Lin Xing came to her desk with a workbook: "Song Huan, I can't do a reading comprehension question, can you help me with it?"
Song Huan raised her head, met those dark eyes, and then looked away.
She looked at the exercise: "This is a very simple one to write. What expressive techniques does it use? What emotions does it convey?" She pointed to the question, her eyes focused.
Perhaps because she spoke too softly, Lin Xing said something and moved her body even closer.
The two were only three or four centimeters apart at that moment.
Lin Xing had a pleasant minty scent that was refreshing. This scent filled the space between the two of them, making it almost hard to breathe.
Song Huan felt uncomfortable with this sudden closeness. She forced herself to calm down, but her face was as red as a delicate rose, and a few strands of hair on her earlobes trembled slightly, feeling a little itchy.
Song Huan's attention began to wander from this point on, and her eyes kept glancing at Lin Xing.
Noticing Song Huan's gaze, Lin Xing stared at Song Huan and asked, "Is it pretty?"
Song Huan immediately looked away, stammering, "Wh-what?"
Lin Xing pointed to her face in a smug way: "This."
Song Huan was a little annoyed and said irritably, "Listen, stop thinking about it!"
Lin Xing finally calmed down.
After finishing his explanation, Lin Xing asked Song Huan, "Song Huan, I'm a bit weak in Chinese, would you be willing to be my tutor?"
Song Huan was somewhat surprised: "Little teacher?"
Lin Xing said, "Choose a time for tutoring at noon or in the afternoon. I'm good at science, so I can help you."
Song Huan happened to be stuck on math, so she nodded in agreement. She and Lin Xing agreed on a schedule: she would take the extra lessons at noon, and Lin Xing would take them in the afternoon.
"Then it's settled. What should I call you? Teacher Song? Teacher Huan?" Lin Xing asked curiously.
"You can just call me Qiuqiu, that's my nickname."
Lin Xing smiled and said, "Then, Teacher Qiu."
After a few seconds of silence, Song Huan coughed twice, somewhat awkwardly, and said, "Whatever."
Lin Xing continued to smile, her expression remaining unchanged: "You can just call me A-Xing."
Song Huan responded with an "oh" and didn't say anything more.
At this moment, Lin Xing got cheeky again: "Then let me hear you call out now, Teacher Qiu."
Looking at the arrogant young man in front of her, Song Huan felt an urge to kill him immediately.
She said calmly, "It's not time yet, so don't call out."
Lin Xing looked aggrieved and slowly walked back to her seat.
Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the table to fall asleep.
After spending some time with Lin Xing, Song Huan felt that this person gave her a different feeling.
There's a kind of pure, unadulterated feeling about it.
Lin Xing: ""
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