Wen Yixing only remembered that the girls in her class would talk about Shen Zhuo in private. At that time, they even called Fang Shiyan the school heartthrob and Shen Zhuo the school bully in a particularly childish way.
Shen Zhuo hadn't actually done anything excessive in high school, and Wen Yixing never knew where Shen Zhuo got the nickname "school bully."
Later she thought, maybe it was because he looked a bit fierce, or maybe it was because he often skipped classes.
The pressure of studying in high school was immense, and Wen Yixing devoted all her attention to her studies and Fang Shiyan. However, she still remembered the first time she spoke to Shen Jingshao, which was at the sports meet in her second year of high school.
She was not feeling well at the time, so she did not sign up for any sports activities.
The teacher thought her voice was pleasant, so she arranged for her to stand on the stage and read the script.
It was extremely hot on the stage, and Wen Yixing was sweltering, but she still tried her best to read her prepared remarks.
That afternoon, Wen Yixing remembered that just as she was about to go down to rest, a tall, leggy boy in sportswear came to the podium.
Perhaps because he had just finished the competition, his hair and shirt were wet. The boy walked over against the light, placed the certificate in front of her, and stared intently at her. "Classmate, I am Chen Zhuo. You forgot to say my name earlier."
In fact, Wen Yixing remembered her companion and had read Chen Zhuo's name.
She thought that Shen Zhuo might not have heard her clearly, so she read it again.
"Do you want me to go in with you?"
A calm voice rang in her ears, and Wen Yixing came back to her senses. She looked up and stared blankly at the mature man in front of her.
Shen Jingshao's demeanor is much more reserved than it was in his youth. He has lost the youthful exuberance and has become more mature and composed.
Time flies. In the blink of an eye, they are almost thirty years old, no longer considered young.
Wen Yixing slowly said, "No need, the family driver is here too, it's fine."
Shen Jingshao didn't say anything more, but simply nodded politely: "That's good."
Wen Yixing smiled and said, "Thank you so much for your help today. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time."
“Okay.” Shen Jingshao lowered his eyes, took out his phone, swiped a few times on it, and then handed it to Wen Yixing.
Wen Yixing was slightly taken aback, raised her eyes, and looked at him with some confusion.
"Can we exchange contact information?" Shen Jingshao looked at her expression, his eyes filled with a smile, and asked softly, "Weren't you going to treat me to dinner?"
Wen Yixing knew in her heart that she had only run into Shen Jingshao by chance today.
Their life paths are different, and their identities are not suitable, so they will probably have very few opportunities to meet in the future.
She never expected that Shen Jingshao would actually remember that meal she had eaten.
Wen Yixing couldn't help but laugh, and she replied, "Okay."
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