Chapter 109: Proud White Moonlight 2 Why Did You Reject Me?
The arrival of the head teacher rescued Ali, who was feeling restless.
She looked up without looking around and saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses standing on the podium. He looked very gentle.
The man knocked on the podium, motioning everyone to look over.
"Hello everyone, I'm your homeroom teacher for the next three years and also your physics teacher. My name is Zhang Chunping, and I'm very happy to see you all here."
Zhang Chunping glanced around the class and said with a smile, "Everyone has found their own seats. For now, please stay where you are. We'll adjust the seating arrangements after the first monthly exam."
Then, he explained the teaching arrangements for the next month.
There will be an opening ceremony tomorrow morning, and textbooks will be distributed in the afternoon, as well as school uniforms and military training uniforms. The week-long military training will officially begin the day after tomorrow, and there will be no classes during the training period.
Ali listened to him carefully and wrote something in the notebook from time to time.
When she was in junior high school, she was determined to join Teacher Zhang's class. She worked harder than before to study and performed exceptionally well in the high school entrance examination. She was eventually admitted to Class 1 with the first place.
Seeing that the students had no further questions, Zhang Chunping pushed up his glasses and said, "Now that everyone is clear, let's introduce ourselves one by one and get to know each other."
He turned to look at the students sitting by the door and said, "Start with you and go back one by one."
The student whose name was called suddenly turned pale and stammered out his name.
The head teacher led everyone in applauding him.
When it was Ali's turn, she tried her best to ignore the fiery gaze beside her and said:
"Hello everyone, my name is Ruan Liqiu, also known as Eryuan Ruan. I pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence. The sound of the parasol tree makes the night fall. I am very happy to be your classmate."
Ali was an excellent student from elementary school to junior high school. He often had to give speeches or share his experiences in front of the whole class or the whole school. Therefore, he was not at all stage-shy and spoke with confidence.
The homeroom teacher smiled and nodded, also applauding, saying, "Student Ruan Liqiu said it very well. Quoting classics will easily make others remember you."
"Although our class is a science-focused class, Chinese is still a very important subject in the college entrance examination. Everyone must not slack off in their future studies."
At this point, Zhang Chunping paused and said, "I just mentioned that our class is a science-focused class, but I want to tell you that the division between arts and science is not determined until the start of the first semester of the second year of high school."
"Students who choose science will remain in our class, and those who choose arts will go to Class 5 or 6 next door. It all depends on your own learning situation and choice. There is no mandatory requirement, so don't worry too early."
As soon as he finished speaking, the students around him began to chat in low voices.
The head teacher coughed and motioned for Jiang Ye to continue introducing himself.
Jiang Ye leaned lazily on the back of the chair, the pen on his fingertips turning rapidly: "Jiang Ye, Jiang as in rivers, lakes, and mountains, fields, and fields."
The classmates unconsciously made noises of derision, their eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, leaving Zhang Chunping confused.
Ali's face was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out. He lowered his head in anger and anxiety, wishing he could cover his ears.
Jiang Ye, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He touched her arm and said to her in a low voice, "You explained the name so clearly, is it because I asked you?"
Ali frowned and turned to look at him angrily: "No!"
She has been introducing him like this since he was a child. How could it be for him?!
Because they were still in the classroom, she had to lower her voice, so her words had no deterrent effect.
Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows and spoke slowly: "You said it wasn't for me, but now you're staring at me intently."
How can there be such a narcissistic and shameless boy? !
Ali felt that he had opened his eyes today, and with a stern face, he moved his seat inward, away from him.
The remaining students finished their self-introductions quickly. Zhang Chunping said, "Continue studying," and returned to the office.
The classmates around him were either reading books or doing exercise books, but Jiang Ye had nothing in his schoolbag.
Oh, there are still some.
The only thing he brought with him was now lying in a dirty trash can.
Jiang Ye, who had nothing to do, sighed deeply and could only continue to stare at Ali in a daze.
This girl...how dare she reject him?
It looked so well behaved, but unexpectedly it had such a bad temper and "bit" him when he wasn't paying attention.
After half of the class, Ali couldn't stand it any longer. She was still very polite: "Jiang Ye, can't you find something to do by yourself?"
Hearing this, Jiang Ye moved closer: "I found it."
"I just want to know why you rejected me?" He folded his hands on the table, rested his chin on them, and looked up at her from below, as if he really didn't understand why.
Growing up, in front of girls, there has always been one who he doesn't want, and no one who doesn't want him.
After the impulsive anger, Jiang Ye felt deep doubt and confusion in his heart.
He felt that this new deskmate was a very strange person.
Ali pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on the table, not even looking at him.
Jiang Ye couldn't keep his hands idle, and tugged at her exercise book, trying to get her attention: "Say something, new student, don't be so indifferent."
Ah Li quickly grabbed a corner of the exercise book that had been snatched away, and held it down under his hand with a look of grievance, raising his left hand to block his view: "If you don't want to study, please don't disturb me."
The voice was very soft, with a hint of crying.
Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, watching her ponytail swaying in front of him.
He finally calmed down for a while and stopped provoking Ali.
Ali calmed down a little and focused his attention on the question in front of him.
"but……"
Jiang Ye spoke again, pausing deliberately, his eyes sweeping across the exercise book in her hand: "You haven't written a single word in such a long time."
“Is this considered learning?”
The pen in Ali's hand fell to the ground again.
*
After waiting for a long time for the bell to ring, Ali wanted to leave quickly, but Jiang Ye was even more restless than her. As soon as the bell rang, he pushed his chair away and walked out.
Ali got goose bumps all over his body because of the noise. He stood up and prepared to leave, but he couldn't bear to see him kicking and throwing the chair around, so he put his chair back in its original place.
When she arrived at the door of Class 4, her best friend Sun Huiyue was already waiting for her there.
Seeing her appear, Sun Huiyue hurriedly walked up to her and took her arm: "Why did you come out just now? Come on, let's go to the bathroom!"
Ali finally revealed a genuine smile and walked to the bathroom arm in arm with Sun Huiyue. "Ah, it's hard to put it into words. I'll tell you slowly."
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Sun Huiyue asked, "What's wrong? Are your classmates having trouble getting along?"
"It's not that it's hard to get along with him," Ali hesitated for a moment, still unable to speak, thinking of the scene where he was inexplicably confessed to and the whole class teased him, "I'm just a little uncomfortable."
The two of them walked through the slightly crowded crowd during the break, holding hands tightly to avoid getting separated.
Sun Huiyue said, "It would be great if we were in the same class. We could sit at the same table again."
Although she said so, Sun Huiyue also knew that the reason they were not assigned to the same class was not only because of the difference in grades, but also because Ali's dream major almost only recruited science students.
So, she must enter the science class, and the best science class.
Although both of them have a literary dream, Ali has a more important dream.
As Ali's best friend, Sun Huiyue also hopes that her dream can be realized step by step.
There were quite a lot of people in the women's restroom, and the two of them were waiting in line outside and chatting.
A-Li also felt a little regretful and hugged Sun Huiyue's arm: "It's only the beginning of high school, and I'm already missing the past. How am I going to live from now on..."
Sun Huiyue pinched the soft flesh on her face and rubbed it gently: "If you can't make it, come find me. I'm just two classes away, just a few steps away."
"Yeah! You're the best!" Ali hung on her like a koala, wishing he could stick to her forever.
Because of frequent moves since childhood, Ali doesn’t have many friends. Sun Huiyue is the one she has played with the longest and is her best friend.
The two agreed that even if they became old ladies with white hair, they would still be each other's best friends.
When Jiang Ye came out of the men's restroom, he saw Ali acting coquettishly with her best friend.
He subconsciously slowed down his pace, but was pushed forward by Bo Gao behind him: "What are you doing? Why are you standing there?"
"Nothing." Jiang Ye came back to his senses and walked quickly past them, thinking to himself, she really has two different faces in front of people and behind their backs.
Because he was delayed for some time, Ali returned to the classroom just as the bell for the last evening self-study class rang. Before he could sit down in his seat, Zhang Chunping called him out.
Her face turned pale, not knowing whether the head teacher wanted to see her about the previous class or because she was late for this class.
I was criticized by the head teacher on the first day of school, which had never happened before.
Ali grabbed the corner of his clothes, and even though he didn't want to face it, he could only walk out with great trepidation.
Jiang Ye, who had intended to make things difficult for her by not giving her his seat, was also a little dumbfounded. Seeing her obviously depressed back, he touched his nose uncomfortably.
The teachers' office was not far from the classroom. Several teachers were sitting inside preparing lessons, including Zhang Chunping.
Ali stood in front of the door for a long time, mustering up his courage several times before he dared to raise his hand and knock on the door: "Teacher Zhang, you called me?"
Zhang Chunping was looking at the list in his hand when he heard her knock on the door. He waved her over and said, "Sit down. I'm looking through your files. You used to be a squad leader, didn't you?"
Ali nodded truthfully, too nervous to sit down.
Zhang Chunping smiled and said, "That's perfect. The teacher would like to ask you to be the monitor of our class temporarily and help the teacher do some things for the students. I wonder if you are willing?"
It turns out that I didn't mean to criticize her.
Ali let out a long breath and relaxed: "I'm willing, but I'm afraid I can't do it well."
"How can you tell you can't do it well before you even start?" Zhang Chunping said kindly, "Since the teacher has chosen you, it means that the teacher believes you are capable of doing it. Go ahead and do it. If you have any questions, just ask the teacher."
Ah Li nodded under his encouraging gaze: "Okay, teacher, I'll try it then."
"That's right. Go back. The teacher wants to talk to you about this matter. I will announce it to your classmates later." Zhang Chunping continued.
*
Early the next morning.
As arranged by Zhang Chunping yesterday, Ali arrived at school half an hour early and counted the number of students in the class according to the roster.
After counting, she found that only one person had not arrived.
Ali picked at the pen cap in his hand depressedly, took a deep breath and went to the office: "Teacher Zhang, only Jiang Ye is not here yet."
Zhang Chunping didn't seem surprised at all. He nodded and said, "Don't worry about him. Lead the students to the playground first."
Ali opened his mouth but hesitated to speak. The discussion he had with Sun Huiyue on the way home from school last night came to his mind.
Could it be that this Jiang Ye was really someone who was forced in through connections?
Last night she thought Sun Huiyue's speculation was not a good idea, but today's reaction from the head teacher made her believe it without a doubt.
Ah Li turned to leave, and Zhang Chunping said, "By the way, Li Qiu, after the opening ceremony this morning, you should ask a few boys to go to the gymnasium to pick up our class uniforms and military training uniforms."
"Yes, teacher."
The opening ceremony was as boring as usual. Jiang Ye leaned against the railing in the corridor, the wind blowing through his slightly messy black short hair, and the ends of his hair swept out a few unruly arcs in front of his forehead.
Looking at the densely packed crowd on the playground below, he yawned in boredom, his eyes raised, revealing a kind of unapproachable arrogance.
Han Zixuan took a can of Coke from behind and handed it to him: "Didn't you say you wouldn't come this morning?"
When Jiang Ye mentioned this, he became unhappy and pursed his lips slightly: "Zhang Chunping called my mother last night and forced me to come."
His original words were that you don’t have to attend the opening ceremony, but you must come to school.
To his mother, this was more terrifying than if she had reported him directly.
Jiang Ye's original plan to skip school was ruined by his actions.
"He had anticipated this, had he?" Bo Gao also came over and put his hands on the railing.
Jiang Ye didn't say anything and casually drank a sip of Coke. The wind in the corridor blew up the corners of his shirt, outlining the young man's thin but not frail figure.
Bo Gao also looked in the direction of the playground. After a while, he said, "I've heard the leader's words so many times that my ears are almost callused. How come some people are still listening so attentively?"
Han Zixuan walked over: "Who is it?"
Bo Gao pointed him in a direction: "Look, over there, the girl standing in the front."
"Really?" Han Zixuan looked at it for a while, then looked at Jiang Ye, "That seems to be your class's team?"
Jiang Ye raised his eyelids and leaned back: "So what?"
Han Zixuan carefully identified her for a while: "I mean, that girl looks a bit like the one you confessed to yesterday."
"What? Why didn't I see that?" Bo Gao opened his eyes wide.
Jiang Ye paused while drinking Coke, put the can against his thin lips, slowly turned around, and looked in the direction Han Zixuan pointed.
In the team of thousands of people, the girl stood with her back straight, her face slightly tilted upwards, and she looked intently in the direction of the rostrum.
Even though he couldn't see her face clearly, Jiang Ye could roughly imagine her expression.
Hypocritical.
What's so good about this?
I really don't understand her.
Jiang Ye hummed softly, turned around and walked downstairs: "Let's go, how long do you want to watch?"
Han Zixuan pulled Bo Gao aside and said, "Let's go play ball. The loser buys dinner."
"Go ahead and fight, who's afraid of who? Don't come crying and begging for mercy later!"
On the other side, after the opening ceremony, Ali led several boys in the class to the gymnasium.
After a while, Ali and the others laboriously counted the boxes of school uniforms and military training uniforms that had just been taken out of the warehouse, with beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads.
When I looked up, my sight happened to fall on the basketball court not far away.
Three boys are playing ball.
Jiang Ye was among them.
He had already taken off his shirt and thrown it casually on the bench on the sidelines, and changed into a simple sports vest. His shooting movements were light and explosive, with a smile of satisfaction on his face after the exercise.
One of the boys saw them first and shouted, "Is that Jiang Ye? The class monitor called the roll today. Why didn't you come to the opening ceremony?"
The noise on the basketball court stopped.
Jiang Ye turned around while patting the ball nonchalantly, his chest rising and falling slightly due to panting, and beads of sweat rolling down his clear jawline.
He first looked at the boy who asked the question, as if he couldn't remember who that person was. Then, his eyes seemed to fall on her holding the big box for a moment as if by chance.
Jiang Ye curled the corners of his lips, his smile carrying a bit of nonchalantness, his voice a little breathless due to the exercise: "Well, I'm not feeling well, so I'm asking for leave."
He said it so casually that he didn't even bother to find a reasonable excuse.
Ali's fingers holding the box tightened a little, and the cardboard edge of the box scratched his palm.
His face was rosy, and every inch of his muscles exuded vigorous energy. The sweat on his forehead and neck was even a little dazzling under the bright light of the gymnasium. How could he not look uncomfortable at all?
Ali's gaze was indifferent, and he just pursed his lips slightly, revealing a very subtle arc of disapproval.
The boy who asked the question also reacted and looked at Ali, not knowing what to say.
Finally, it was Ah Li who spoke up: "Let's go, the teacher is still waiting for us in the classroom."
He looked like he was keeping a distance from bad students.
But the next moment, the basketball on the court bounced a few times "bang, bang", rolled a short distance straight away, and finally stopped at her feet, blocking her way.
Ali, who was holding the school uniform box, lowered his head subconsciously, but he couldn't see because of the box blocking his view.
Jiang Ye seemed to click his tongue, stretched out his long legs, and walked towards her lazily. He easily picked up the ball with a hook of his palm and spun it a few times on his fingertips.
He was much taller than Ali, and she needed to tilt her head slightly to see his face.
Jiang Ye's voice was slightly hoarse from exercise, and his tone was drawn out, a little teasing: "Do you need help, squad leader?"
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