Chapter 19: Being a Classmate [VIP]
Every time I subconsciously follow someone with my eyes, I am filled with anxiety and fear of loss.
I want classmate 683 to know all this, but I am also afraid that he will know it.
——"Zhen Hao Diary"
Back to the present, Zhen Hao's eyes curved into crescents as he approached the sweet potato cart. "Boss, I want a white sweet potato."
"You're lucky, little girl. There's only one left." The boss handed her the sweet potato with a smile.
"Thank you, boss." Zhen Hao paid the money and went with Zhou Chunrui to eat the Minzhou fish balls they wanted.
After dinner, the three of them returned to the dormitory.
Zhou Chunrui was so full that he sat down on a chair in the dormitory and said, "I won't eat so much next time."
Zhen Hao attacked her mercilessly: "You said the same thing last time, and the time before that, and countless times before that."
"Okay, has anyone ever told you that you have a sharp tongue?" Zhou Chunrui glanced at her lazily and joked.
Zhen Hao couldn't help but touch his nose and said with a wry smile, "It seems that there really isn't one."
"That's unscientific." Zhou Chunrui didn't believe it. "Someone must have said that behind your back."
She was right about that.
On the day Zhen Hao stood up for Song Jing, the boy whom she compared to a "mental dwarf" did indeed comment on her in this way.
"I'll take it as a compliment." Zhen Hao could accept the word "poisonous mouth" which sounded like a compliment but was not, and even liked it a little.
Zhou Chunrui snorted, then wailed, "I don't want to go to evening self-study..."
Emperor Zhou, who didn't want to attend evening self-study, still showed up in the classroom on time at seven o'clock.
Facing the exercise papers one after another, she slammed her cheek against the desk and said with despair, "Yunyun, give me the heart pills quickly. I'm almost dying."
Of course there was no heart pill, and what she waited for was a note as expected.
The person at the front table whispered to Zhou Chunrui, "Please pass this to classmate Zhen Hao. Thank you."
She glanced at the tables of classmates in front of her, and couldn't figure out who would write a note to Zhen Hao.
"Okay, it's yours." After making sure there were no teachers around, Zhou Chunrui skillfully handed the note to Zhen Hao who was sitting behind him.
Zhen Hao was worrying about the math problem on the test paper. No matter how she calculated, she couldn't get the correct answer. When Zhou Chunrui called out to her, her frown relaxed.
Since you can't solve the difficult ones, skip them and start with the simple ones.
When she took the note, she thought, as usual, that Zhou Chunrui was bored and came to talk to her, but when the paper was fully unfolded, she found that this was not the case at all.
She was very familiar with those hundreds of words.
As the representative for the language class, she was responsible for distributing and even grading the papers, whether they were major or minor tests. Using this small privilege, she read Shi Hangyu's papers over and over again, and she knew his neat, though not stunning, handwriting by heart.
Why would he write a note to himself?
With this question in mind, Zhen Hao's heart was pounding, and he was so nervous that he couldn't accurately grasp the content on the paper at first glance.
She closed her eyes gently, and opened them again cautiously, fearing that everything in front of her was just an illusion.
"Classmate Zhenhao, is it convenient for us to meet Yibai in the back mountain at 10:30 tonight? I know this request is very presumptuous, but I still want to give it a try. Shi Hang and calligraphy."
Every word on the paper shocked her so much that her breathing became lighter.
Shi Hangyu actually asked her to meet Bai?
At this moment, Zhen Hao actually hoped that this was just a dream.
Because she didn't have the courage to keep the appointment.
For the following time, including the second evening study session, she was restless and couldn't concentrate on learning anything.
Yu Ling noticed that something was wrong with her and asked her worriedly what was wrong.
After thinking it over again and again, she finally told Shi Hang about meeting her.
Yu Ling didn't answer her immediately, but asked, "Do you want to keep the appointment?"
Zhen Hao's heart was frantically saying "I want to", but she just looked at Yu Ling with a conflicted expression and said nothing.
"Looking at your expression, I know what you're thinking." Yu Ling then said something that sounded very philosophical, "Well, the feelings you have when you want to do something now and when you do it later are completely different."
After hearing this, Zhen Hao suddenly understood: "I understand. Thank you, deskmate."
Yu Ling didn't say anything else. She sat up straight again and pretended to continue doing her homework.
She didn't expect that Shi Hangyu would directly pass the opportunity to her.
Zhen Hao, who was completely unaware of this, mustered up the courage to write a note back to Shi Hang.
In order not to reveal her excitement, she only replied with "OK".
She was worried that the other party would not send the message back, so she selfishly put the note in her favorite extracurricular book and tore off a new one to reply.
But she was wrong.
Shi Hangyu not only sent back a note, but also met me there. "
This time Zhen Hao did not reply, but like before, he buried himself in the book, as if unable to get up.
You're the ever-young and gossipy Zhou Chunrui, right? Are you passing notes to Shi Hangyu?"
Zhen Hao tried hard to suppress it. "Well, he asked me to meet him at the back mountain at 10:30 pm, so I can't go back to the dormitory with you tonight."
"It's okay, Yunyun and I are waiting for you in the classroom." Zhou Chunrui replied.
Zhen Hao ended the conversation with a word "OK".
The bell for the end of the second evening self-study get out of class rang at this time. Yu Ling beside her stood up immediately and walked towards the back door of the classroom.
Shi Hang and his deskmate Pei Xiaohai's gaze stayed on Yu Ling for a second, then quickly looked away.
He took out his cell phone from the hole in the table, typed a line of words quickly, and then clicked send.
Shi Hang was sitting in the middle seat of a five-person room, which meant he had two classmates, and the other one was Song Jing, who had disappeared for a whole week.
He picked up a test paper from the table at random, pretended to be calm and walked to Zhen Hao's seat, and pretended to be a good student to ask a question: "Language and Engineering class representative, I haven't been to class for a few days. I don't understand a question. Can you explain it to me?"
Zhen Hao looked up at him and thought to himself how strange it was that Song Jing, who was always stirring up trouble, could actually ask questions.
She didn't mean to refuse: "Okay."
Hearing this, Song Jing couldn't suppress a smile. He then sat down in Yu Ling's seat and handed the paper to Zhen Haobai. "This is it..."
After Song Jing saw the question he had randomly pointed at, he was stunned.
He took the English test paper.
This is embarrassing.
Zhen Hao wasn't used to boys getting too close to her, so she subconsciously leaned back, creating some distance between her and Song Jing, before looking at him with a puzzled look: "Did Song take the wrong paper?"
"Ah, yes, yes, I really wanted to know how to do that question, and in my haste I took the wrong one." Song Jing chuckled twice.
He had just glanced at it and made sure that it was the language test paper before he stood up...
His good sister was considerate and resolved the embarrassment for him with just one sentence.
Song Jing's heart couldn't help but feel light and happy. He sat in his seat and forgot what to do next. He just stared at Zhen Haokan.
Zhen Hao felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and couldn't help but touch his face: "Student Song, why are you looking at me like that..."
Is there something on her face?
Song Jing finally woke up from his dream and waved his hands, saying, "No, no, I'll go get the test paper now."
As he said this, he stood up somewhat awkwardly and walked quickly back to his seat.
Watching him leave, Zhen Hao slowly let out a breath.
This scene happened to be seen clearly by Yu Ling who was standing in the corridor through the window.
She clenched her hands into fists, feeling a surge of bitterness in her heart, and looked at Zhen Hao with resentment.
She had known Song Jing for so long, but she had never seen him be so cautious with anyone.
But the person he was facing was not himself, but Zhen Hao.
Extreme jealousy made her eyes slightly red, and she wanted to go in immediately and pull Song Jing away.
But people are strange sometimes. Even when they know they'll get hurt if they continue doing something, they can't help but keep doing it. Take Yu Ling for example. She could have gone back to the classroom right now so Song Jing wouldn't be sitting so close to Zhen Hao in her own seat, but she was just torturing herself, wanting to see what would happen next.
When Song Jing came back, Zhen Hao had changed from sitting to standing.
She would feel more comfortable when explaining the problem to him while standing.
Song Jing asked a question about engineering translation.
Zhen Hao frowned slightly.
This type of question is a bit difficult to explain, as is the case with language skills. There is no single answer, and once you start explaining it, it will involve many knowledge points. Unlike math problems, you can get the optimal solution with a clear solution idea and flexible application of formulas and theorems.
As she was speaking, just as she expected, the bell rang before she finished explaining the question.
What she didn't know was that when she lowered her head to explain the problem, Song Jing didn't hear a single word he said. He was just staring at her serious face in a daze.
So when Zhen Hao suddenly looked up, Song Jing's overly straightforward gaze was almost unable to be hidden.
Yu Ling also walked up to him at this time: "Student Song, class is about to start."
She tried hard to maintain her gentle demeanor, and her voice was no different from usual.
"Um..." Although Song Jing tried his best to make his tone sound like a negotiation, he still heard a hint of dominance. "I want to sit with classmate Zhen in the next class. The questions are not finished yet."
The head teacher has always supported the teaching concept of having good students lead poor students, and also allows everyone to form teams freely to study during evening self-study. In other words, Song Jing's request is reasonable.
Hearing Song Jing's words, Yu Ling's gentle body was almost torn off.
She took a deep breath imperceptibly to keep smiling: "Okay, okay, I have no objection."
In this way, she would take Song Jing's seat and become Shi Hang's deskmate in the same class.
Okay.
It just happened to be convenient for her to carry out her plan.
Zhen Hao wanted to refuse, but she wasn't good at saying no, and she didn't want to offend anyone, especially the school bully, so she "surrendered": "If my deskmate has no objection, I have no objection either."
After saying this, she pretended to look at the clock above the blackboard, and when she withdrew her gaze, it turned and fell lightly on Shi Hangyu.
In fact, she wanted to exchange seats with Song Jing.
Just like that, Song Jing sat down in his original seat, while Yu Ling picked up the homework she was going to do in the next class and walked towards the seat next to Shi Hang.
Seeing her sitting in Song Jing's seat, Pei Xiaohai got excited first: "Sister Yu, welcome to sit at the same table with me."
Yu Ling smiled at him, and then said softly, "Hang Yu, sorry to bother you."
Shi Hangyu replied with three words: "Don't bother."
"Why would I bother you?" Pei Xiaohai seemed very excited. "Sister Yu, you are welcome to come more often!"
Shi Hangyu glanced at him and said, "How about I switch places with you?"
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