Chapter 41
Jiang Jiawei returned to Changqing after the seventh day of the Lunar New Year and spent four or five days in the bookstore with Chen Jingyu. The two of them copied and wrote their winter vacation homework and managed to finish it.
But we can't relax, because there will be a placement test in the first week of school, and this placement test will be included in the reference scores of the intensive training program.
What gift?
"Jiajia, Jiawei."
"Jiang Jiawei!"
"ah?"
The person holding the book looked up from their phone, bewildered.
Chen Jingyu: What flavor of egg waffles would you like?
"I want the original flavor."
"What are you doing? Who are you texting with?"
"Um... Yiting asked me if I had done my math homework."
As Jiang Jiawei spoke, she noticed that Chen Jingyu had only asked casually, preoccupied with her conversation with the boss, and hadn't even looked at her. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Why aren't you replying?
[Is Jiang Jiawei lying to me?]
There are no gifts, right?
I'm shopping.
It's a scarf.
【scarf? ? 】
The next thing that comes to mind is that they got the benefit but still acted innocent.
[Jiang Jiawei, how could you say this now? I won't be surprised at all!]
Didn't you ask me what it is?
【You could have just said it was a secret!】
I'm afraid you won't believe me, after all, my credibility with you is so poor.
These words sound like she's angry, and Mu Zhengxi quickly apologized.
Hehe, I was wrong, I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
He even put a period at the end.
He added another sentence.
Do I need to write a guarantee?
When Mu Zhengxi was in elementary school, he wrote many, many letters of guarantee. For example, he wrote letters of guarantee for a series of trivial things, such as being late for school, forgetting to bring his house key, coming home late from playing soccer, not finishing his homework on time, not washing the dishes properly, having a messy room, etc., promising not to do them again next time.
This was Jiang Wenqing's way of punishing him for making a mistake. After writing it down, he would read it aloud in public, which was more effective than being beaten up and directly hit the boy's sense of shame.
In elementary school, Mu Zhengxi often felt indignant about this, but in high school, he felt he had matured a lot and realized that it was normal to make mistakes and admit them, so writing a guarantee was nothing.
"Guarantee," Jiang Jiawei muttered to herself, then couldn't help but laugh.
No need, I'll forgive you this time.
Thank you for your kindness, class representative.
Those who have been forgiven start to get cocky again.
Did you knit this scarf for me?
No, it was knitted by my grandma and great-aunt. Jiang Jiayi and I picked out the yarn for you.
Okay, Mu Zhengxi thought the first half of the sentence was acceptable, but what was the second half about? What was the point of two men exchanging scarves?
[Are you giving this to me, or is it Jiang Jiayi giving it to me?]
We delivered it to you together.
Shot in the heart, Mu Zhengxi collapsed onto the bed and angrily typed, "I'll go back on the Lantern Festival."
Jiang Jiawei's fingers moved across the keyboard, deleting and rewriting, for a long time before finally typing the next sentence.
Are you coming?
Two text messages arrived at the same time.
[Lantern Festival? When do you start school?]
[After the Lantern Festival]
How did you get here?
Mu Zhengxi's winter school courses officially ended on the morning of the fourteenth of the year. Mu Shaoqing only gave him one day to go home and face the start of the new semester.
[Anywhere Door, Super Fast]
Why don't we come back another time?
I'll have time during the Lantern Festival.
I'm going to class now.
Mu Zhengxi told Jiang Jiawei that he was attending a training course at an art studio during his winter break.
【good】
On the Lantern Festival, there was a procession of deities at the City God Temple. Since it was not far from Jiang Jiawei's home, many people gathered there the night before to prepare.
The streets were filled with vendors selling lanterns and various stalls selling drinks; people were coming and going, and vehicles could hardly move.
The departure ceremony began at 1 p.m., with gongs, drums and firecrackers going off in unison.
"Sis, are you really not going?"
Jiang Jia ran upstairs to confirm again.
"Okay, you go ahead."
"Then I'll go over with my classmate first."
"good."
The footsteps disappeared.
Jiang Jiawei glanced at her phone; no text messages had come in. She hadn't received a reply to her morning message, which was very unlike Mu Zhengxi. Was he on the plane? But how could it have taken so long…
Jiang Jiawei's right eyelid kept twitching, making her anxious, so she simply pressed it down.
She lit incense, but did not cast the divination blocks.
The procession officially began around 3 p.m., with the entire county turning out in droves; people were everywhere.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers, and you had to put your ear close to hear someone speak.
Jiang Jiawei and Zhenzhen stood together at the store entrance when Chen Jingyu came over and called her to join them on the patrol.
"I have to watch the shop. My dad went out and won't be back for a while."
Upon hearing this, Zhenzhen patted her shoulder and said, "Go have fun, I'll watch the shop for you."
"Let's go, let's go."
Chen Jingyu took her arm.
"I-"
Jiang Jiawei, who had run all the way back, slowed down a few steps away from the store entrance, panting with her knees on her hands. After catching her breath, she quickly walked over and said to the person sitting on the electric scooter in front of the store, "I'm sorry."
"Have you been waiting long?"
She and Chen Jingyu had been walking together for a short while when they ran into some of their classmates. Jiang Jiawei then made an excuse and ran back.
Mu Zhengxi looked at her without speaking for a long time, as if a short circuit had occurred, and slowly stood up after receiving the information.
Are you angry?
Mu Zhengxi shook his head slightly. "No." His eyes, gleaming beneath the baseball cap, were clear enough to see right through him, proving he wasn't lying.
"Long time no see, Jiang Jiawei."
His voice was hoarse from staying up all night, and he looked exhausted.
The person who stepped forward skipped his greeting, and Jiang Jiawei looked at him with concern, "Didn't you sleep well? Or are you feeling unwell?"
She asked, a little angrily, "Where's your phone? Is it out of battery? Or is it lost?"
There are many problems.
Mu Zhengxi raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose, desperately suppressing the urge to reach out as if trying to suppress an itch in his throat to cough.
The heart was pierced through, and the stomach was also damaged.
He said, "I'm hungry..."
What would you like to eat?
Peanut soup.
"good."
Mu Zhengxi reached out and hooked the end of Jiang Jiawei's tied hair, twirling it around his index finger. He quickly let go when she turned around, looked at the road, and casually asked, "What are you doing?"
"You don't have a procession of deities on your side?"
"No."
"Will I take you to see it later?"
"OK."
Unable to resist, Mu Zhengxi grabbed Jiang Jiawei's hoodie hoodie, ostensibly because "there are too many people, be careful not to get separated."
Jiang Jiawei said with a smile, "Then you'd better keep up."
Wearing a white down jacket, Jiang Jiawei transforms into a beluga whale. The ocean is still noisy, but the seawater passing by her is gentle.
"Jiang Jiawei".
"Um?"
Is the goldfish still alive?
"He's definitely alive."
Mu Zhengxi only had enough time to finish a bowl of peanut soup, and there was no time for the main event of the Lantern Festival that night, as he still had to rush to the city to fly back to Hanyang.
On the way back to get the gift, I was lucky enough to cross the patrol route.
Jiang Jiawei grabbed his clothes and pulled him to stand with the crowd on the side of the road. "Bye-bye, make a wish."
Mu Zhengxi then followed her example, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a wish to the deity sitting in the sedan chair.
Mu Zhengxi: "What did you wish for?"
Jiang Jiawei: "Wishes won't come true if you say them out loud."
The driver frantically made phone calls to urge them to hurry up.
The traffic was too bad, he couldn't get over, so I had to wait for him at the hotel entrance.
Mu Zhengxi ran wildly, carrying the bag.
I boarded the plane at the last minute.
The maroon knitted scarf had a small orange flower embroidered at the end, with several letters next to the flower and leaves, which were the initials of his name.
As the plane took off, Changqing transformed into a burning fairy wand, the kind that grants every wish.
Have we arrived yet?
I arrived, just got my luggage and left the airport, and the driver came to pick me up to go home.
A new semester has begun.
At Changqing No. 3 Middle School, the second and third-year students had no time to catch their breath and adapt; the first afternoon was straight to the mock exam.
Mu Zhengxi only made an appearance on the first day of school registration. The first round of the 20-day closed training for the National Physics Competition Training Team officially began at the Physics Department of Hanyang University.
Although her initial assessment results at the beginning of the semester were not ideal, Jiang Jiawei was successfully selected for the liberal arts foundation training class based on her overall semester performance. Starting this semester, she has added a third period to her evening self-study sessions and attends classes on Saturday mornings.
Like a wind-up toy, the new semester's challenges were endless piles of test papers, and it took Jiang Jiawei two weeks to finally adapt to the new pace of life.
"Jiang Jiawei".
There was a knock on the classroom window.
Liu Xinze asked her, "Aren't you going back yet?"
During the third period of self-study, which happened to be the class next door, Jiang Jiawei usually stayed later. On the one hand, her home was close by, and the lights in the self-study room didn't go out until 11:30, so the classroom atmosphere was better for studying. On the other hand, she needed to spend more time than others to digest the math taught in the foundation class.
Talent is something you're born with. Jiang Jiawei was absolutely certain that her affinity for any subject related to numbers was something she forced upon herself later, like a wrong bride marrying the wrong man—both of them were forced into it.
Jiang Jiawei looked up and glanced around; the classroom was already empty. "Did your class all leave too?"
Liu Xinze hummed in agreement.
"It'll be done soon. I'll leave as soon as this is corrected."
"Would you like me to take a look?"
Jiang Jiawei's eyes lit up. "Is it okay? Aren't you too late?"
"It's okay, my home is very close."
Liu Xinze walked into the classroom and sat down in the seat next to her.
"Could you take a look at this for me? The teacher explained this question, but I still don't quite understand it."
Which question?
Liu Xinze glanced at the question, "Do you have any scratch paper?"
"here."
Jiang Jiawei only then realized that Liu Xinze was also usually the last one to leave their class every day, but the difference was obvious. Liu Xinze was first in the grade, while she was about three floors away from being first in the grade.
"Jiang Jiawei, which university do you want to apply to?"
"Me? I want to take the exam... but I haven't decided yet."
Liu Xinze analyzed, "Actually, with your grades, as long as you maintain them, getting into Nanshan University shouldn't be a problem."
"Nanshan University?"
"Um."
Jiang Jiawei muttered to herself softly, "But I don't want to apply to Nanshan University."
After descending the spiral staircase, I looked up and saw that the senior high school building was still lit up, with less than a hundred days left until the college entrance examination.
I wonder how Mu Zhengxi's closed training is going. Will it be as tough as hers lately? Maybe not. He and Jiang Jiawei are the same kind of people; they are both very smart.
Jiang Jiawei walked with her head down, not saying a word. Liu Xinze wasn't the talkative type either. The two remained silent until they said goodbye at the school gate.
"Thank you, Xinze."
You're welcome, Jiawei.
Jiang Jiawei paused for a moment, then smiled.
"Bye-Bye."
"Bye-bye, Jiawei."
After sitting at her desk and memorizing the last word, Jiang Jiawei stared out the window for a long time in a daze. She picked up her mother's photo from the table, hugged it to her chest, and then got into bed.
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