The bicycle isn't the point; Song Qingqing's head is.
Surprisingly, instead of bowing his head and drooping his ears, he confidently raised his head.
Countless boys were captivated by Song Qingqing's face and couldn't move.
Quite a few boys ran into the telephone pole.
This...this beauty is truly breathtaking! Even a goddess descended from the heavens couldn't compare!
As expected of the county's No. 1 High School, she is widely recognized as the number one school beauty.
This stunningly beautiful face, flawless from every angle, truly makes all other girls look like trash.
"Wow, isn't that Song Qingqing, our school's number one beauty? Why is she riding such a cool bicycle?"
"My goodness, I feel like the school beauty has become even more beautiful since I last saw her in two months!"
"She's more confident and more charming."
"By the way, I no longer have that inferiority complex that I used to have when I walked with my head down."
"Wow, as expected, the bike makes the man, and the saddle makes the horse. That butterfly-shaped bicycle, paired with the school beauty's face, is just so cool."
"..."
All along the way, there were only such exclamations of praise.
"Excuse me, senior, which class was that stunningly beautiful senior from earlier? What's her name?" A freshman who had bumped into a lamppost on the roadside, while wiping the two bloody streaks under his nose, grabbed a senior who was also stunned and asked him for Song Qingqing's name.
The boy who was being pulled back was none other than Tang Mingcheng.
“Song Qingqing from Class 2 of Grade 11.” Tang Mingcheng regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.
Just as I was feeling frustrated, my junior colleague offered another piece of advice: "If I could date her, no, even just hold her hand, I would die happy."
"If you're so eager to die, why are you even studying?" Tang Mingcheng said angrily, and strode towards the school.
Song Qingyi, who was not far away, had the opportunity to see the whole thing. She was so angry that she almost sprayed the soy milk in her hand all over Song Qingyi's face.
Oh no, Song Qingqing has actually learned to be high-profile.
Wasn't she the last person who wanted to attract attention?
Why does she need to be so high-profile?
Was she afraid that others wouldn't see her face, which was even more striking than hers?
Just as Song Qingyi was turning pale with anger, a girl suddenly came to her side, took her hand, and said, "Yiyi, Qingyi seems to have changed a lot! Wasn't she always so timid? How dare she do this?"
She also wanted to ask, why has Song Qingqing changed?
How exactly did things change?
Why did she suddenly become a different person? Who changed Song Qingqing and made her escape from her control?
Quickly composing herself, Song Qingyi said helplessly, "No matter what Qingqing becomes, she will always be my sister."
"I know, I know, you don't need to emphasize it."
It's just a pity that while you treat her like a younger sister, she might not treat you like a older sister. The girl's name was Wu Yun, and she was Song Qingyi's good friend at school.
Of course, these are just friends on the surface.
In reality, Song Qingyi only befriended her because she was naive, easy to bully, and easy to manipulate.
“I’m the older sister, I will accept everything. I don’t care what she does.” Song Qingyi has always maintained the image of a good older sister at school.
So when faced with Wu Yun's dissatisfaction, she could only force a smile and act as if she were a good older sister, but her younger sister didn't care what she did.
Little did Wu Yun know that Song Qingyi had been acting all along.
Upon hearing her words, Song Qingqing immediately felt even worse.
"Forget about Song Qingqing, you still have me as your best friend!" Wu Yun shook Song Qingyi's arm and dragged her towards the school.
Song Qingqing, Song Qingyi, Wu Yun, Tang Mingcheng, and Zhang Xiaoyan were all in Class 2 of the second year of high school. No, now it has been changed to Class 2 of the third year of high school.
The classroom is still the same classroom, and the seats are still the same seats; only the sign outside the classroom has changed.
Song Qingqing arrived at the classroom that had always appeared in her memory, her eyes slightly red.
She remembers how many days and nights she longed to come back and study again when she dropped out of school to work and earn money.
She was so excited to be back that she almost cried.
Fortunately, she managed to calm herself down in time, preventing anyone from seeing it.
Arriving at the seat she had longed for, Song Qingqing was filled with excitement and was about to take out some paper to wipe the table and chair.
But then she saw a slender, fair hand carefully wiping it before she could.
Looking up, she met Song Qingyi's smiling face. "Qingqing, wait a moment! It'll be ready soon!"
Her voice was quite loud, especially when the whole class was looking at Song Qingqing, her words seemed to be amplified countless times.
Everyone who heard and saw this felt that Song Qingyi was truly the best older sister in history.
Every day, I would help Song Qingqing wipe the table, copy her homework, and take notes.
She is truly a rare and wonderful older sister.
"No need, I don't need to anymore, I can do it myself." Seeing Song Qingyi performing again, Song Qingqing suddenly remembered that the two sisters had always been sitting together.
Song Qingyi used to help her like this often, and back then, she was always incredibly touched.
But right now, all she wants to do is vomit.
It's disgusting. Can you please stop pretending in front of her?
The Oscars probably owe Song Qingyi a reinforced company of golden statuettes.
"It's alright, it's what I should do. This way you'll have more time to rest in the future and won't be so tired." Song Qingyi continued her performance, wiping back and forth as she acted.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was just trying to clean it up, but Song Qingqing knew that she was deliberately trying to disgust her.
"Can't you understand human language? I've said I don't need it, and I won't need it anymore." Song Qingqing said, then pushed her right hand away and sat down.
But as soon as she sat down, there was a loud "bang!" and Song Qing fell to the ground, chair and all.
Song turned her head slightly and saw that all the classmates were looking at her strangely.
It was as if she pushed Song Qingyi down.
"Song Qingqing, you're so ungrateful! Yi Yi was kind enough to help you wipe the table, and you didn't appreciate it, but why did you push her?" Wu Yun, sitting opposite Song Qingqing, started cursing as soon as she saw that Song Qingqing showed no remorse.
"Yunyun, it's not Qingqing's fault. It was my fault for not sitting properly. It's really not her fault." Before Song Qingqing could speak, Song Qingyi hurriedly pulled Wu Yun and staggered to her feet.
She then turned to Song Qingqing and said, "Qingqing, I'm fine. I just wasn't sitting properly. It's not your fault."
Song Qingyi repeatedly emphasized that it was because she hadn't sat properly, and it had nothing to do with Song Qingqing.
But the more she acted this way, the more her classmates felt that Song Qing was a kind-hearted person.
Actually, they all saw that Song Qingqing pushed Song Qingyi before she fell.
But Song Qingyi didn't blame Song Qingqing at all, and kept saying that she hadn't sat properly.
She's truly a beloved older sister to everyone.
Compared to Song Qingqing, who still refuses to admit it, they are worlds apart.
Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover.
Some people may be beautiful on the outside, but not on the inside.
She sensed the changing gazes of those around her as they looked at Song Qingqing.
Song Qingyi was overjoyed, thinking to herself, "Yes, yes, yes, Song Qingqing is such an ungrateful woman."
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