Chapter 1: Life is but a first encounter

  Every time I see online the endless cases of people being played to death, played alive, and self-inflicted harm because of love, I will reflect deeply and then comfortingly praise my own strong three views. It's a rare and precious thing to be able to maintain one's original appearance unaffected after many years of influence from the vast number of artistic youths, cynics, and two-dimensional characters. And it's precisely because my three views are correct that I always believe there are no past events that can't be passed through, only thresholds that can't be passed through.

  "Kaner" can refer to going to the Mariana Trench to dive or climbing up to the moon to pick a star, etc., transcending the limits of life. Obviously, those who go to the Mariana Trench are all corpses with broken chests, and they will eventually float back to the surface. Even if you climb up to the moon, the stars are still at a distance measured in light-years, and for a mere human being, it's not as realistic as squatting down on the spot to dig some precious minerals.

  As for the past, it's not that it didn't have any significant meaning. I can only say that if I don't let it go, my life will probably be ruined, and it'll be ruined in prison.

  When I first saw He Mochen in my senior year of high school, there was no love at first sight as rumored.

  I still remember that it wasn't long after the start of school, during evening self-study, when our class teacher stepped onto the wooden podium in front of the classroom with a heavy gait. I was enthusiastically discussing life philosophy with Xiao Yu in hushed tones. As for that excellent senior teacher who was over 50 years old and had a stern expression, after entering high school I had already gotten used to his style of occasionally giving us a collective brainwashing session at random times, and the theme never changed - about the importance of this year in high school. So after he cleared his throat twice, I didn't even lift my head, but continued discussing with Xiao Yu from "personality determines life" to "sex determines life".

  But I didn't expect him to not only abandon his usual opening remarks, but also come up with an even more explosive one, which was about our class having a transfer student from another place.

  The class teacher had just finished speaking, and the whole class was in an uproar. Then, He Mottian slowly walked into the classroom amidst the commotion.

  At that moment, He Mochen's demeanor was still vivid in my memory until now.

  Although the distance is relatively far, I can still see the delicate contours of his face, under a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes with elegant eyebrows, embedded in a white face that seems to have opened a peach blossom. The expression on his face is very calm, and there is no tension or emotion visible in his black pupils.

  Although the classroom was just a few steps away from the entrance, watching him walk made it seem like he had been walking for a long time, as if an actor in a silent film had walked out of the screen and into the presence of all the audience. Against his low-key black short hair and straight posture, in this suddenly quiet classroom, inexplicably, there was a sense of desolation that transcended time.

  Quiet, yet stunning.

  When he finally stood still beside the podium, the crowd in the classroom had a corresponding reaction, and it directly evolved into a very chaotic scene. The howling creatures were mostly of the same sex, while the screaming ones were mainly of the opposite sex.

  Actually, I'm also very sensitive and infatuated with handsome guys. Although He Mochen's appearance is indeed outstanding in our school, I really can't grasp his nature, whether he's the attacker or receiver. Usually when I encounter such people, I lose interest quickly, so I quickly looked away from his face.

  After the head teacher stunned the scene with force, he continued to wave his red palms and gave a long speech, saying something about getting along with new classmates, helping each other, and turning the topic back to the importance of the third year of high school.

  After he finished his lengthy monologue, the new classmate finally began to introduce himself.

  Now that I think about it, if the class teacher hadn't given He Mochen a chance to speak at that time, I might have been able to escape. But I will never be able to guess the trajectory of fate.

  The new classmate seems to be quite taciturn, and with a simple sentence "Hello, my name is He Motian, single surname He, black beside silent, the Tian of the sky" he has introduced himself.

  But I guess not many people were listening seriously, because as soon as he spoke up, almost all the female audience was stunned. Even Xiaoyu next to me couldn't help but scream and eventually stood up. Fortunately, our seats were in the second-to-last row, and the scene was too chaotic for the class teacher to notice us. However, He Motian's voice is indeed a rare and magnetic one, even better than the voice of our school's broadcasting station director.

  Just as the class teacher stunned everyone again, I thought He Mochen's speech was over, but this new classmate suddenly spoke up again, and one sentence pushed me to the center of that night's storm.

  "Excuse me, Bai Yaoyao, who is it?"

  The whole class fell silent for a second before erupting in an unprecedented commotion once again.

  Because there were only 1,110 students in the whole school, and girls accounted for only a quarter of that number, my best friend Tang and I were quite well-known on campus at the time, commonly known as the "school flowers". In their spare time, all the students in the school also gave us different titles. Ah Qian and others were not "iceberg beauties", "oriental goddesses", but "beautiful women" and "Lolita" and other elegant and popular titles, my nickname was "White Lotus", full name is "The White Family's Deep-seated Mire of the Lotus Tyrant".

  As the name suggests, although everyone knows that I and Party are rotten women who love male-male romance, only I have become truly famous for it.

  On the second day of high school, I received a love letter from a senior in high school and a bouquet of blue roses. The senior's surname was Tan, he looked very elegant, with a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose bridge, belonging to the refined and cultured type. During the opening ceremony, he had also appeared neatly. In front of many people, I didn't dare to directly reject him, so I first politely took the bouquet of blue roses from his hand, thanked him very courteously, and then threw the love letter into a nearby pond.

  Of course, this is not the point.

  The key point is that on the same evening, another handsome senior from our school came to our classroom to find that "arrogant freshman", also holding a rose in his hand. At first glance, I saw this senior who looked very much like Jing Boran, and I immediately accepted him without reservation, which made many people express dissatisfaction and disdain, criticizing me as an extreme colorist who judges people by their appearance. Of course, I was completely unaffected by external influences, and every time I spent with the knockoff "Jing Boran", I tried my best to instill in him the eternal truth that "men and women being together is just for reproduction, but men and men being together is true love".

  It wasn't easy, but after a month of hard work, I finally succeeded in bringing "Jing Bai Ran" and Tan together.

  Afterwards, there were still people who came to commit crimes repeatedly, and I also accepted the attack category repeatedly, and tirelessly repeated the eternal truth to them. At first, they didn't believe that I had really saved myself to such an extent, thinking that they could conquer my twisted view of love with their unique personality charm, but unfortunately, they all retreated in defeat within five days or ten days at most.

  After the last decent-looking boy in school was brainwashed, the name "White Lotus" spread like a whirlwind throughout the campus, and from then on, I never received any expressions of love from boys again.

  So, when He Mochen mentioned my name in front of so many people at that time, it naturally caused a stir in the class, as well as some enthusiastic classmates' serious and sincere advice. Even Xiaoyu was quite unsettled, her sorrowful gaze made me get goosebumps all over my arms.

  When I heard my name coming out of He Mo Tian's mouth, I inexplicably felt a shiver run down my spine, but it wasn't because a handsome guy mentioned me in front of so many people, stirring up my vanity or anything like that. It was because the hint of laughter in his voice gave me a chill down my back.

  But I can be certain even now, I really have no impression of this new classmate He Mochen at all, so I am even more certain that there is no personal or collective grudge between us to be dealt with.