12/Red and White
The fact that Chen Mian rejoined the essay competition caused a bigger stir than her disciplinary action. After learning the news from the teacher, Chen Ke stood at the classroom door staring intently at Chen Mian, his eyes revealing not only surprise but also something else.
The boys in the class came out of the restroom and saw the class monitor standing at the door, which was a bit strange. "Has the class monitor become a doorman?"
In the dull senior year of high school, where every day consisted only of books and exams, a joke could elicit a burst of laughter from a group of people. Then, they would chatter aimlessly, sometimes even without a clear beginning or end, as if playing around with Chen Ke at the door, hooking their arms around his shoulders to pass the time during the break.
Zhao Lili lifted her head from her arms, annoyed by the commotion at the door, unable to sleep. "It's so noisy! What are they doing—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was stunned by the sudden turn of events, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Suddenly, another group of tall boys appeared through the window and stopped as they passed the classroom door.
Without lowering his voice, he raised it and asked in a tone of confirmation to his companion, "Look who's this? Isn't this the class monitor of the humanities class who complained to the teacher?"
"Really? Why not be a whistleblower to the teacher instead of a 'howling hound' here?" After saying this, the person thought to themselves that their statement was quite eloquent, nudged their classmate's shoulder, and asked, "How's it going? Has my Chinese improved?"
The four or five tall guys following behind laughed, saying, "Progress my ass," and "Look at the class monitor's ugly face, he's about to fight us again."
Logically speaking, in these kinds of situations, it's usually the class that helps the class. Criticizing your own class monitor is like slapping yourself in the face. That's what happened on the basketball court, which is why a group of people went to help fight. But this time it's a little different. The information in these people's words surprised them.
He immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in disbelief, "Damn, squad leader, you reported me?"
Zhao Lili looked at the tense atmosphere at the classroom door from afar. Those who were sleeping or chatting on their desks were all attracted by the commotion at the door and looked over. Everyone's face basically said the two words: "Holy crap."
His emotional journey was probably similar to that of Zhao Lili when she first found out.
Although Chen Ke's report was only directed at Chen Mian, it affected everyone. The academic pressure in the senior year of high school was already intense, and the issue of grade leaders checking cell phones gradually narrowed down to the first and second years of high school.
If Chen Mian's phone was found by the teacher without her noticing, then the rumors would only be directed at Chen Mian.
But the truth is that when the office was collecting cell phone payments, many people knew that Chen Mian was the one being sued.
Because they were reported and had their phones confiscated, the grade leader led five or six teachers to search the entire grade, resulting in some unprepared people having their phones confiscated under the metal scanner.
A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, followed by rumbling thunder.
Chen Ke clenched his fists and remained silent under his classmates' questioning. He tried to enter the classroom but was nudged on the shoulder by someone who said in a joking tone, "Hey, if I touch you, can you tell the teacher?"
The rain started pouring down right behind the crowd blocking the entrance.
Chen Mian turned a page in the book, and her hand holding the pen unconsciously made a heavy scribbling on the draft paper, then crossed it out.
Zhao Lili was overjoyed and said to Chen Mian, "Thank God! I knew he would get what's coming to him sooner or later. I'm so happy!"
Chen Mian chuckled.
He thought to himself, "Even if it's not divine intervention, someone will eventually take care of him, and the scope of that person will be narrowed down."
Narrow it down to the science class, and then to Shen Yu himself.
*
One physical education class in the afternoon.
Lin Lin secretly applied her lipstick a class early, hiding her books from the teacher's gaze.
Seeing her actions, Zhao Lili realized that this was a rare physical education class that was held at the same time as the music class and the science class.
Lin Lin ran out of the classroom as soon as get out of class ended.
Chen Mian accompanied Zhao Lili to a convenience store to buy water before heading towards the stadium.
Zhao Lili asked Chen Mian curiously, "The phone Chen Yin gave you was taken away, didn't she contact you?"
"No." Chen Yin hadn't contacted her since that incident on the rooftop.
"He probably doesn't have time to look for you. I heard he's been busy fighting with that guy in the art class lately."
The two chatted idly until they arrived at the gymnasium. Since entering their senior year of high school, the two physical education classes a week had been compressed into one, and the closer they got to the college entrance examination, the more even the remaining class was squeezed out.
The homeroom teacher was unusually kind during this class, saying that since everyone was cooped up in the classroom all day, and the only thing they did during recess was to go down and wave their hands, they were probably going to get all brittle if they didn't move around.
However, the real reason is that in this monthly exam, Class 3 of the humanities program achieved the best results among all the humanities classes.
Normally, this class only happens to be with students from the science classes, as the music students are often away taking art exams and don't spend much time at school.
Today is quite unusual, as if we deliberately wanted to bump into each other. The music class is here, and not only that, Qiao Zhiwan's art class is also having this physical education class.
Zhao Lili was somewhat stunned. "Is this some kind of epic showdown? Is the end of the world coming to the Suizhong Gymnasium?"
Chen Mian was holding a bottle of cold mineral water in her hand, about to open it, when she heard a commotion not far away.
A group of boys had just finished playing basketball and were resting in the stands.
The boy sitting in the first row was wearing a red and black basketball jersey. The person next to him was talking to him. He had his head down, his hair was unusually messy and wet, and he had grabbed it and pulled it back. Sweat was rolling on his forehead.
He was as passionate as a ball of fire.
This is completely opposite to the cold and aloof feeling that people usually get when wearing school uniforms.
It immediately grabs people's attention and makes them unable to look away.
"Putting everything else aside, Shen Yu's face is still quite striking." Zhao Lili was also drawn to look over, and recalling the descriptions of Shen Yu in the grade, she immediately laughed and said to Chen Mian, "You know, back in the first year of high school, when everyone had just entered the school and no one knew Shen Yu's name yet, they described him on the confession wall as a handsome guy who looks expensive."
"What are you saying? Shen Yu's fingers are perfect for capturing love scenes—"
Halfway through her sentence, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. Zhao Lili was about to ask, "Who is it?" when she turned around and saw Lin Lin's displeased face.
Lin Lin said irritably, "Isn't it inappropriate to gossip about others in public?"
The person who recently broke up with their boyfriend and was so devastated that they turned around to ask for comfort, is now acting all high and mighty.
They relied entirely on the influence of Chen Yin and her group.
Zhao Lili wanted to retort, but was interrupted by the PE teacher who was holding a notebook and calling for everyone to assemble.
Suizhong High School, as a key municipal school, is the largest high school in the city in terms of land area.
The indoor gymnasium is even jokingly referred to by students of Suizhong Middle School as a luxurious venue that can be used directly for concerts.
But today, this luxurious venue inexplicably felt cramped.
Art classes, music classes, science classes, and humanities classes.
The four classes are located in four corners.
Chen Mian heard someone in the class whisper, "What kind of chaotic scene is this?"
*
You Huai, chewing on candy, stood in his class's line without any sense of organization or discipline.
The group was arranged in a mixed-gender formation. Chen Yin was right behind him, pulling him to block the teacher's view while she fixed her hair and clothes.
You Huai was getting impatient. "Are you doing a fashion show here?"
"You don't know anything," Chen Yin immediately retorted, then said softly, "Qiao Zhiwan is here!"
Following these words, You Huai glanced back and saw a girl in a sports uniform with her hair tied in a ponytail. Her slender, white arms stood out among the crowd. As she prepared for the exercise, she turned to the side, but her eyes kept glancing at the science class.
You Huai understood immediately and laughed, "Save your breath. Didn't you already test her at A Yu's house last time? She's not your rival in love."
The boy next to her, who was swinging his arms and was extremely sleepy, overheard some gossip and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, who's our Sister Yin's love rival?"
You Huai didn't say anything, he just looked at Chen Yin and smiled.
Without saying a word, Chen Yin kicked him directly, muttering, "Are you never going to stop?"
The words weren't clearly stated, as if it were a secret only the two of them could know.
Those around were confused and looked around the gymnasium curiously. "Are there other pretty girls here? Isn't it just our Sister Yin and Qiao Zhiwan from the art class?"
You Huai dodged Chen Yin's kick and said with a smile, "Really? Then your eyesight isn't very good. Take another look."
Let's take another look—
In the liberal arts class, the girl standing in the second row wore a school uniform jacket, and her pleated skirt stood out among a group of girls in sweatpants.
Her legs were long and slender, and she wore canvas shoes.
Her skin was very fair, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, and her hair was casually tied up in a bun, which made her face look even more innocent.
Chen Mian.
"Chen Mian? That can't be right, Chen Mian has some connection with Brother Chen?"
You Huai's chest trembled, and he simply intercepted Chen Yin's wrist as she struck him. He lowered his voice and said with a half-smile, "What common ground do we have? We're from two different worlds, don't you think, Chen Yin?"
Chen Yin glared at him.
After free time, Chen Mian's bun came undone, and Zhao Lili reached out to help her re-tie it.
"My skills are pretty good, right? I couldn't have done it as well as I could have done myself. But, Mianmian, your head shape is so round, this kind of head shape is perfect for a bun—"
Today, it felt like I was clashing with someone I was talking to.
This was the third time Zhao Lili had been interrupted halfway through her sentence.
It was a basketball that came flying straight at them, bouncing and landing right in front of them.
With some momentum, it hopped forward a few steps and finally stopped in front of Chen Mian.
"Sorry, my hand was shaking."
The boy in the red basketball jersey stood under the basketball hoop, and among everyone's gazes, he only looked at Chen Mian, who was standing there.
"You can't walk anymore, can you take it?"
His voice was laced with laughter, and he made no attempt to conceal his ill intentions, openly teasing the young girl.
Chen Mian looked down at the basketball in front of her, then looked up at Chen Yu.
The atmosphere between the two was strange.
Zhao Lili sensed it the first time she saw Chen Mian and Shen Yu at the stairwell; there was an indescribable aura between them.
It is thick and viscous, like malt syrup, and can be made inseparable by stirring it repeatedly.
Today is even more so. Shen Yu is already a focus of attention, and any word he says to anyone can spark a lot of speculation. The way he threw the basketball this way seems like it was intentional.
The music class boy who had just told You Huai it was impossible saw this scene, scratched his head, and said to You Huai, "How come it looks like it's actually possible?"
Chen Mian stared at Shen Yu in silence for a long time before finally letting out an "oh." Under the speculative gazes of the crowd, she smiled and refused bluntly without even making an excuse, saying, "Sorry, I can't walk anymore either."
After saying that, he grabbed Zhao Lili's arm and left.
Zhao Lili kept exclaiming "Holy shit!" in her mind.
She thought to herself, "Wow, my deskmate is awesome! The atmosphere just now was so tense that even breathing was done in hushed tones. But Chen Mian wasn't intimidated at all and directly shrugged off in front of everyone."
Was Chen Mian really this tough?
She gave Chen Mian a thumbs up and said, "From now on, let's see who dares to say you have no temper. That's how it has to be. The more you look easy to bully, the more people will try to bully you, so you have to be tough!"
Chen Mian didn't speak.
After returning to the classroom, I took the registration form from my drawer and went to the teacher's office. The teacher pulled me aside and talked to me for a while about college application choices. It was ten minutes later when I came out.
Chen Mian looked up at the sky; it was gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain again.
The laughter and chatter of the students in the corridor startled the birds perched on the treetops, which flapped their wings and flew into the sky.
A breeze blew by, and Chen Mian smelled a faint minty scent in the air. She glanced in the direction of the classroom, but in the end, she turned and headed towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.
The faucet in the sink wasn't turned off properly, and water droplets were dripping down.
Just as Chen Mian turned off the tap, a warm body pressed against her from behind.
The boy in the mirror was still wearing his basketball uniform, and the water on his hands was scalding hot from his body temperature. He lifted her school uniform shirt and pressed it against her lower abdomen.
The pleated skirt clung to the sweatpants, and the two pairs of legs seemed to be kissing silently in the air, more honest than the couple above them who were close together but didn't say a word.
What Zhao Lili didn't finish saying was that Shen Yu's fingers were perfect for making erotic films.
His fingers were long with distinct knuckles, and his skin was fair; when he bent his fingers, the veins were faintly visible.
There's a saying that the longer a man's middle finger, the better his sexual ability.
Now, Shen Yu's fingers were controlling her lower abdomen, his middle finger pressing on her ribs, and his index finger touching the edge of her bra.
Above the faucet is a mirror.
The hand that was touching the hem of her skirt was raised, and her chin was pinched to make her look up.
In the mirror.
A girl with disheveled hair, blown by the wind, was pressed into the arms of a tall boy.
The red jersey was patched onto the white school uniform jacket.
It was an ice cube that fell into the fire.
Shen Yu's expression was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger. He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her chest.
The moment her fingers moved inside her clothes, her full curves bulged out, like the farmer hiding a snake in a fable.
"Chen Mian—"
The sound of the deep realm is the last fire burning in the winter.
He smiled, pressed his earlobe close to hers, breathed on it, and asked her with a pounding heart.
Is this how you repay me?
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