She had long, thick, flaxen hair, a small, oval face, and a pair of cold eyes hidden beneath her fine eyelashes. She wore a down jacket and jeans. The girl was beautiful, more stunning than any other woman she had ever seen.
At that moment, the girl's face showed a hint of anger, and a sense of oppression immediately enveloped her.
"Did you make him do it?"
What did I ask him to do?
"you do not know?"
Suya looked again at the one lying on the ground. Her eyes seemed to say, "Tell me the truth, or I'll show you why the flowers are so red."
"Hey bro, you forgot? When new students came to our class before, we treated them like this, and then they slunk away."
"You idiot!" Lu Yichen cursed after hearing his underling's words.
"Your infighting is your own business. Did you instigate it?"
Lu Yichen lowered his head and remained silent.
Then his henchman's weak voice came through: "It wasn't our boss who ordered it, I did it on my own. If you want to hit someone, hit me."
"Consider this your first offense. Go and get it back for me." Su Ya said, then removed her foot from his face.
I saw him quickly get up, run to the storage room outside the classroom, and respectfully carry Su Ya's chair back to its original position.
He even carefully wiped it with his sleeve.
"Please have a seat."
Lu Yichen couldn't bear to look at his sycophantic underlings any longer. He secretly thought to himself that even though the other party was a beautiful woman, he would definitely get his revenge for making him lose face in front of so many people.
Su Ya could tell that the boy was a little upset, but it didn't bother her.
The atmosphere in this class suited her perfectly. Su Ya put her books in her desk drawer, put on her headphones, and fell asleep on the desk.
The school bell rang shortly afterward.
In the first period, during Chinese class, the Chinese teacher, Zhang Wenhui, came in.
She already knew that the new classmate had embarrassed her favorite teacher, Meng Hui.
Classmates, today we are going to learn a prose piece in the category of literature and history, "A Lament Without Rhyme - A Brief Discussion of the Writing Style of the Grand Envoy," by Zi Zhongyun, which happens to be a classical Chinese text.
From a young age, I had heard that Sima Qian, the Grand Historian, had traveled extensively to famous mountains and rivers, and that his writing possessed a unique spirit, which I greatly admired. However, in the past, reading the *Records of the Grand Historian* often left me unsatisfied; I couldn't find the "unique spirit" I had imagined. Back then, I always thought that only Zhuangzi's boundless and unrestrained style, the eloquence and sharp tongue of the strategists of the Warring States period, Su Shi's bold and unrestrained style, or the ornate and elaborate writing of the Six Dynasties, could be considered literary "spirit." Later, as I gained more worldly experience, starting from sympathizing with Sima Qian's plight, I gradually came to appreciate the depth, elegance, and extraordinary nature of his writing. Yet, it was still during those dark and turbulent days of that era, with a feeling of oppression, helplessness, and unbearable sorrow, that I read through the *Records of the Grand Historian*, and only then did I truly feel the overwhelming grief and indignation suppressed between the lines. I gained a deeper understanding of Sima Qian's claim that he compiled the *Records of the Grand Historian* to "express his pent-up feelings" and "vent his anger." It was at that time that I finally found the source of the "unique spirit" in Sima Qian's writing.
"So, I'd like to ask if any of you know what the 'strange energy' means?"
The students found it strange that Zhang Wenhui always turned a blind eye to what anyone was doing. She didn't care what anyone was doing; she just focused on teaching and never asked any questions.
Suddenly, a question was asked, and it was directed at a new student. The new student was sleeping as soon as they came in. I had a feeling something was about to happen.
Zhang Wenhui looked at the students below the stage, but not a single one raised their hand to answer.
"Then I'll just randomly pick a student. You're the one in the second-to-last row, the one wearing black, answer this."
When she heard the teacher call her name, the girl in front of her turned around and gently tapped her with her finger.
Suya was not actually asleep.
The students then saw Su Ya stand up and calmly answer: "This 'miracle' lies not only in its extremely concise and refined language that encompasses a vast space and a long period of time—spanning thousands of miles and thousands of years; nor only in its vivid portrayal of hundreds of civil officials, military generals, emperors, knights-errant, poets, and recluses, each one lifelike and leaping off the page; but especially in its restrained and subtle writing style that expresses profound emotions and intense love and hate. The entire piece lacks ornate adjectives and rarely contains impassioned arguments, yet within that seemingly plain narrative lies immense power to move the reader. Even a thousand years later, it still allows readers to unconsciously follow the author in loving and hating, accepting what is right and wrong."
Zhang Wenhui called on her on purpose, having already planned that if she couldn't answer, she would have to stand for the rest of the class. Unexpectedly, she actually answered correctly.
She noticed that the teacher didn't ask her to sit down.
Suya still politely asked, "Teacher, may I sit down?"
Seeing that she had answered the questions even though she hadn't been paying attention in class, Zhang Wenhui reluctantly made her sit down.
A few mischievous students even laughed.
This made Zhang Wenhui lose face.
Fortunately, the bell rang at that moment.
Zhang Wenhui could only say "Class dismissed" and hurriedly left.
Suya then saw the girl who had called her earlier turn around.
The girl had a round face and looked a little shy: "Hello, my name is Bai Xiao. You're amazing. We didn't even understand what they were saying, and you answered correctly."
"Thank you for earlier."
"You, you actually spoke to me."
?
After a while, the girl said again, "Can we be friends? I don't have any friends in this class. They all look down on me because my family is nouveau riche, so no one in the class talks to me."
"Okay, sure."
Suya gave a concise answer.
Then Bai Xiao said, "It's strange. Our Chinese teacher never asks questions in class. She always turns a blind eye to our class and leaves immediately after finishing the lesson. But today she actually asked a question."
"Yeah?"
"kindness."
Su Ya understood; it seemed that the Chinese teacher was deliberately targeting her.
I just don't know why.
Suya went to the restroom.
Back in the classroom, I saw a small note on top of my book. "Try and see me at the back gate of the school."
Suya crumpled the note in her hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can behind her without looking back.
Li Zhenfeng had been watching Su Ya the whole time, and he saw her throw the crumpled piece of paper into the trash can at the back of the classroom without turning her head.
I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.
"Holy crap."
Then they secretly wrote notes to their boss.
"Boss, I think this new student is not someone to mess with. Should we really deal with her after school?"
"Your boss's face isn't important, is it? Call a few more people after school."
"Okay, boss."
Bai Xiao asked Su Ya to have lunch together at the cafeteria at noon.
The food at Kyoto No. 1 Middle School is pretty good.
After getting their food, the two found a seat and sat down.
Soon after, you could hear a lot of girls shouting in the cafeteria.
Su Ya found the noise somewhat grating, and her expression turned displeased. She looked at the girls who were shouting. A moment later, she saw a fairly good-looking boy carrying a tray come out, while the girls behind him continued to scream.
Su Ya looked away and saw that Bai Xiao, who had been sitting opposite her eating slowly, was also staring intently at the boy from before.
"Su Ya, that person is Jing Yanqing, the school's most handsome boy. He's in the experimental class of the second year of high school. And he always ranks first in Kyoto No.1 High School in every exam."
"Not interested."
The afternoon classes were really boring, so Su Ya opened her phone and played a few games.
School was about to let out. Suya grabbed her coat and left.
I left the classroom and headed towards the back gate of the school.
She had already asked Bai Xiao where the back gate of the school was beforehand.
The back gate of the school is usually unattended. There is an alley leading out of the back gate, and beyond the alley is a food street outside the school. Some teachers go to the food street to eat after school, but the teachers at Kyoto No. 1 Middle School have to stay at the school for several hours after the students leave to prepare lessons.
It was peak time for students to leave school, and the alley behind the gate was almost deserted, which was why Lu Yichen chose this location.
When Su Ya arrived at the alley behind the back gate, she saw that the man surnamed Lu was already waiting for her with a group of people.
"Oh"
Su Ya sneered, knowing that he had written the note.
"What? You're not happy? You're asking for a beating?"
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