Chapter 5 Snow White
With a "pop," the little sprite turned into a firework and quickly disappeared.
If it weren't for the fact that she still had this so-called game interface on her phone, she probably would have thought she was hallucinating.
Xia Zhen tried to exit the game, and this time she finally succeeded. A pink heart-shaped icon also appeared inexplicably in her phone's app.
She clicked the icon again and returned to that dark room.
The boy remained curled up, a self-protective posture, but unlike before, he slightly raised his head, revealing his beautiful and clean light-colored eyes hidden by his hair.
It's just that the room is too dark; no light can reach his eyes. If only there were light...
Xia Zhen remembered the boy she had met tonight under the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, and she gently touched the boy on the screen.
He stared blankly in an unknown direction, his eyes empty, unfocused, and devoid of any light.
"If only I could light a lamp for you someday," Xia Zhen murmured softly, then said with a touch of melancholy, "Poor Snow White."
In the dead of night, all was quiet.
On the narrow single bed, the boy, who was about to fall asleep, opened his eyes with a gentle rubbing. He turned his head and saw the white kitten quietly rubbing against his arm.
They were all so white, so the kitten didn't dislike him.
The window has been broken for a long time, but no one has come to fix it, and cold night winds blow in almost every night.
Perhaps because the kitten was nudging around, the small blanket had unknowingly ended up on the boy's body.
He sat up in bed, stretched out his scarred hands, grabbed a corner of the fluffy blanket, and covered the kitten with it. Then he hugged the kitten and gently stroked it, though it was unclear whether he was stroking the kitten or the blanket itself.
He lowered his eyes, and could see the fresh scars on his arms. Because his skin was so fair, these marks looked even more shocking.
But these glaring marks did not catch his eye.
By the moonlight streaming through the window, he gazed at the patterns on the small blanket and blinked gently.
That's strange.
It doesn't seem so cold tonight.
Was it just his imagination?
...
Shengyi Middle School is a well-known elite school in Qiong City. To get into this school, you not only need to be rich, but you have to be extremely rich.
However, every school will produce a few prominent figures, and Shengyi Middle School is no exception.
Tang Susu, full of energy, was chatting and laughing with her friends whom she had finally made when she entered the classroom and was met with everyone's gaze. She froze at the classroom door, not daring to go in or back out.
What happened?
Why is everyone looking at her?
Is it because of the clothes she wore today?
Looking down again, she was wearing the same school uniform as the other girls in the school—a blazer and a plaid skirt—and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it!
Tang Susu asked her friend Yue Xiaoyue nervously, "Why are they all staring at me?"
Yue Xiaoyue whispered back, "You were invited to dance by the school bully, who else would they look at if not you?"
School bully?
Tang Susu suddenly remembered what happened at the banquet the night before last. She only knew that the excessively handsome boy was named Song Heng, but she didn't know that he was the legendary school bully in their school!
It is said that the school bully rarely comes to the classroom to listen to the lectures. At least since Tang Susu came to this school, she has never seen anyone sitting in that empty seat at the back of the classroom.
It turns out that the mysterious school bully was none other than Song Heng!
Tang Susu had only been at this prestigious school for a short time and hadn't even figured out her relationships yet. She silently shed tears in her heart. She had hoped to finish high school without attracting attention, but little did she know that being dragged into a dance by the school bully would ruin her peaceful school life!
Suddenly, all the chatter ceased, and the classroom fell silent.
Tang Susu sensed something was wrong.
Yue Xiaoyue nervously stepped aside, cautiously watching the tall figure that had suddenly appeared.
Tang Susu also sensed something was wrong. She stiffly turned around, and when she looked up again, she saw the boy's flawless face.
Song Heng asked calmly, "Are you standing at the door waiting for me?"
"No, no!" Tang Susu retorted, her face flushed, but it had little effect. She gripped the shoulder strap of her schoolbag tightly and walked into the classroom with her head down.
To everyone's surprise, Song Heng didn't show any anger after being yelled at. Instead, he followed behind Tang Susu with an indifferent expression.
The class erupted into chaos.
"What's going on? When did the school bully become so good-natured?"
"No, the important thing is that the school bully came to class today! And he wasn't late!"
"Did the sun rise in the west?"
"Could the rumors be true? Does the school bully really have feelings for the transfer student?"
"What about the school beauty?"
...
These rich kids don't study very hard, but they're quite enthusiastic about discussing gossip.
Tang Susu was ashamed to be discussed like this. She lowered her head and sat in her seat. When the morning self-study bell rang, the seat next to her was also empty, which made her feel puzzled.
That seat belonged to Xia Zhen. It was only because her grandfather had specifically contacted the school to ask Xia Zhen to take care of Tang Susu that Tang Susu became Xia Zhen's classmate and deskmate.
To be honest, Tang Susu felt that she didn't get along with a rich young lady like Xia Zhen. Being with such a young lady who dressed up so exquisitely and meticulously every day made her feel inexplicably stressed.
Similarly, some classmates noticed that Xia Zhen hadn't arrived at the classroom yet. You see, Xia Zhen, this young lady who pursues perfection in everything, is never late for class.
The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom, and an eager student immediately raised their hand and asked, "Teacher, why hasn't Xia Zhen come to school yet?"
Several girls were discussing in their group chat whether Xia Zhen had cried very sadly, which is why she took the day off and wouldn't be coming today.
The homeroom teacher explained, "Xia Zhen has already transferred schools."
Transferring schools!?
The students in the class all turned to look at the boy sitting at the back.
Song Heng sat lazily back in his chair, idly twirling his pen. When he heard the words "transfer school," he stopped twirling his pen.
Meanwhile, in Class 1 of Senior Three at No. 1 High School, the classroom was very quiet during morning self-study.
The young female teacher stood on the podium and said with a smile, "Classmates, starting today, our class will have a new student."
This sentence made many students who were buried in their studies look up. They were the best class in the entire grade, and it wasn't easy for a transfer student to come to them, especially during the important period of senior year.
The teacher looked towards the door and said, "Come in."
A girl walked in through the door.
She wore a ponytail with slightly curled ends, looking sunny and lovely. When she smiled, her bright eyes sparkled like stars on her radiant face. She had snow-white skin, delicate features, a slender figure, and her legs, visible beneath her plaid skirt, were straight and beautiful.
In short, the moment she appeared in the classroom, everyone's attention was instantly drawn to her.
One person exclaimed bluntly, "My God, what a beauty!"
Some people exclaimed about their good fortune, "What good deeds did I do in my past life to be classmates with such a beautiful girl?"
Others exaggerated, exclaiming, "So flashy! It's like a 1,000-volt surge!"
...
The classroom suddenly became lively, but this liveliness couldn't reach that corner.
The boy in the wheelchair remained quiet, his gaze never leaving the book in his hands, until the girl's voice came from the podium—
"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Zhen. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."
The boy's hand holding the book stiffened slightly. He looked up and saw the girl's smiling face reflected in his light-colored eyes.
Amidst the enthusiastic applause of the crowd, she also saw him.
Just like in a classroom with so many people, she managed to spot the most insignificant speck of dust in the corner at first glance.
The boy lowered his head and turned a page of the book in his hand.
The teacher scanned the entire class and said, "Let me think, where should you sit..."
"Teacher, can I choose my own seat?"
The teacher smiled and asked, "Where would you like to sit?"
"Sit there."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
The boy gradually felt the gaze of too many people. He was used to being invisible in class, and this kind of attention was not suitable for him.
He slightly raised his eyes, and through the ray of sunlight streaming in from the window, his gaze met that of the girl standing on the podium.
Her hand was pointing in a direction that, without a doubt, was towards him.
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