I first heard the name "Yu Jiuyuan" in the summer when I was fourteen.
At that time, I was about to finish a long study abroad trip and was temporarily staying at my uncle's manor.
During the tea gathering in the courtyard after dinner, my cousins held their exquisite bone china teacups and chattered excitedly about the legendary student council president of Saint Sakura Academy.
"I heard she looks like a doll and has a soft voice. Last time, a classmate accidentally broke her limited edition fountain pen, but she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she comforted the classmate."
"More than that, she consistently ranks first in her grade, and she even helps teachers organize lesson plans and tutors her classmates. She's practically an angel descended from heaven!"
"What's most remarkable is that she has no airs at all. Despite being the daughter of the Yu Group, she wears the most ordinary school uniform and is always so gentle and proper in her dealings with people."
Gentle, pure, kind, perfect. These words, like fine icing, wrap around the name "Yu Jiuyuan" layer by layer. After hearing them so many times, I almost believed that such a flawless person really existed in the world.
But my inherent skepticism prevents me from fully believing in this perfection.
What kind of place is Saint Sakura Academy?
That place is a gathering place for the sons of wealthy families and the descendants of elites from all over the city and even the country.
This means that everyone there is born with a sense of superiority and a calculating mindset.
To secure a position as student council president in such an environment, relying solely on the words "gentle and kind" is simply a pipe dream.
Like a seemingly harmless white rose in a thorny jungle, if it didn't have sharp thorns and poisonous roots buried deep in the ground, it would have been devoured long ago, leaving no trace of its remains.
My curiosity about her, upon hearing the title of "student council president," far exceeded the rumors about her "gentleness."
I know all too well that someone who could wield real power at that age and in that environment, and be trusted or feared by everyone, could never be a truly harmless person.
This curiosity sustained me until a year later, when I returned to China and resolutely transferred to Saint Sakura Academy.
The transfer process went exceptionally smoothly, and I was able to smoothly transfer into the senior year (A) class and was even appointed as the vice president.
I first met her at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday.
She stood on the podium and spoke as the student council president.
Wearing a clean white school uniform, her long hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate earlobes.
The sunlight shone on her, as if coating her with a soft halo. Her voice was sweet and gentle, and her pace was neither too fast nor too slow. Every word she spoke carried just the right amount of friendliness, which drew frequent glances from many students in the audience, their eyes filled with admiration.
"Dear teachers and students, in this new week, may we all stay true to our original aspirations and grow towards the sun..."
Her expression was impeccably gentle, with a faint smile on her lips, and her gaze swept across the audience with a warm feeling.
But just as her gaze swept in my direction, I caught a fleeting glimpse of indifference.
It wasn't weariness, nor was it alienation; it was a deep-seated, emotionless indifference.
It's like looking at a group of insignificant ants; her gentleness and smile are nothing more than a carefully crafted mask. Beneath the mask lies a cold, almost cruel, scrutiny and calculation.
At that moment, my doubts were instantly confirmed.
She was indeed different from the rumors.
After the flag-raising ceremony, a classmate accidentally bumped into me, and the books in my hands scattered all over the ground.
As I bent down to pick it up, a fair and slender hand picked up the bottom book, "A History of Western Philosophy," before I could.
"Hey, classmate, here's your book."
It was Yu Jiuyuan's voice, still as gentle and melodious as ever, carrying an irresistible warmth.
I looked up at her, and she still had that perfect smile on her face, her eyes clear, as if the indifference I felt just a moment ago was just my imagination.
"Thank you, classmate. My name is Yu Jiuyuan, and I am the student council president. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to contact me anytime."
I took the book, and my fingertips inadvertently touched hers. Her hand was cold, quite different from her warm demeanor. "Thank you, President."
She smiled, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the teaching building.
Her skirt swayed gently, and her silhouette remained as elegant and harmless as ever.
But as I stood there, my heart began to pound uncontrollably.
It wasn't because of her beauty, nor because of her gentleness, but because of that instant when I saw through her mask, and the icy touch of her fingertips.
I seem to have developed an almost obsessive interest in this "perfect young lady" who wears a mask.
From that day on, I began to pay attention to her subconsciously.
I saw her in the student council office, facing a few unruly and deliberately disruptive spoiled brats, still with that gentle demeanor, speaking softly and reasoning with them.
But those young masters who were usually lawless and unruly all restrained all their fierceness in front of her and obediently listened to her.
I could clearly see that the moment she turned around to organize the documents, a barely perceptible hint of annoyance and warning flashed in her eyes, and those young masters obviously caught it as well, which is why they behaved themselves.
I saw her surrounded by a group of classmates asking questions before the exam. She patiently answered them one by one, and even took out her own notes to share.
But I noticed that the knowledge points she explained, while seemingly comprehensive, actually avoided several of the most difficult points that were most likely to be tested. However, she would secretly give tips to those who were truly close to her.
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