Chapter 2

  As long as you give enough time, even if a person is lowly and obscure, you will notice his existence.

  Li Hui was noticed again in language class. For Wang Zijiao, or for the whole class, language class was the best rest class, because language class didn't require much brain activity, and could relax one's tired nerves, without having to concentrate highly. Some people would take this class to do other homework, some would review other subjects' content. Anyway, only a few would seriously listen to what the teacher was saying, every time the teacher came down from the podium, you would hear a burst of rustling and page-turning sounds from various corners of the classroom.

  For Wang Zhiqiao, Chinese class was also her favorite class. This means that she can read freely in class without worrying about being caught by the teacher. Because when attending other classes, teachers often come down to inspect whether students are listening carefully. But language teachers rarely come down, which provides a good environment for Wang Zhiqiao to read idle books.

  However, there is one thing that makes many people headache in Chinese class, which is that the teacher likes to randomly select students to translate ancient texts during class, in order to better improve their classical Chinese translation skills.

  Today, Li Hui was elected as the class representative. It's a great honor for him to be selected. In fact, this doesn't mean much because he just transferred here not long ago and many teachers don't know him yet. Every time in class when a teacher asks where the new student is, he has to stand up and introduce himself. Many teachers also ask him questions, firstly to help him bond with his classmates and secondly to understand his learning level better.

  The language teacher is also one of the last to do so, and today he was just checked. He has also become accustomed to this treatment and is completely unflappable. Slowly walking up from the back row, he doesn't care about the curious eyes of many students in the class, feeling like he's here for an inspection.

  When he stood on the stage, facing the gaze of the whole class, his lips lightly opened and calmly spat out two words: "I won't." The whole class was in an uproar, shattering their own glasses, he really was bold and daring, with great momentum. If it were now, someone would definitely ask: "You're so*, does your mom know?"

  They thought his behavior was shocking enough, but what he did next made his classmates look at him in a new light. As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give the language teacher any time to react and quickly walked down, the language teacher was also shocked and shouted for him to stop when he had almost reached his seat.

  "Get out of my sight right now, who allowed you to come down? You have no respect for authority and are extremely arrogant." The language teacher was furious. After teaching for so many years, she had never seen anyone as insolent as this, not putting the teacher in their eyes at all. "Do you still look like a student? You don't take teachers seriously at all!"

  The language teacher is already on the verge of a breakdown, and if he were to grow two whiskers, he would probably be blown away. The classmates are all secretly delighted, thinking that if someone were to go up and provoke him, they would definitely be severely reprimanded by the teacher, while also wondering how someone could infuriate the teacher to such an extent, making them a talented individual in their own right.

  "I've already said I won't." Li Hui stood still, never having thought of going up in the first place*, and looked at the teacher with a helpless expression.

  "Aren't you going to translate even one sentence? As a student, your attitude is already problematic. Come up and translate for me right now. If you don't know how to translate something, I'll teach you. Or are you waiting for me to go down and invite you to come up?" The language teacher stood on the platform, frowning coldly, and his classmates began to sweat for him. Everyone could see that the language teacher wouldn't let him off so easily, and if he didn't go up now, there would be serious consequences. As for what the consequences were, no one knew, because they had never encountered such a strange person before.

  Li Hui saw that he couldn't go up anymore, so he had to go up again. The language teacher still had a strong sense of professional ethics, and apart from staring at him fiercely and giving him several white eyes, his face turned pale, but he didn't make the move that everyone expected, which made the students below feel a little disappointed.

  Li Hui's translation was, of course, hilarious, and several sentences he translated made everyone burst out laughing. Wang Zijiao couldn't help but laugh too. It was to die for! Even the language teacher was amused by his chaotic translation, and the atmosphere began to ease up, no longer as tense as before.

  "How dare you be so arrogant, what kind of translation is that? Can you even listen to yourself? The middle school entrance exam is just a few months away, do you think you'll pass? Is this the kind of behavior you've learned in your 10+ years of life? I've taught for many years and never seen a student as arrogant as you. You're really opening my eyes today. It's true that 'a big forest has all kinds of birds', but can you live up to your parents' expectations? Don't you have any shame or feel embarrassed at all? Just because your dad is capable, doesn't mean you can be ignorant...”

  Every language teacher has always had the style of Tang Seng, once they start talking about big principles, they just can't stop. They talk fluently about ancient and modern times, without even taking a breath. Even Sun Wukong couldn't bear the torture of the tight golden hoop, let alone this student's 10+ years of behavior. Looking at his increasingly pale face, Wang Zijiao wanted to laugh more and more. Life is full of comedies everywhere!

  Ancient sages said that one should never speak ill of others behind their backs. Wang Zijiao was particularly excited to share with her close friends the interesting things that happened in today's Chinese class, as it was rare for classmates to dare to confront the teacher like that, so it was also a big news. Wang Zijiao played two roles at once, sometimes acting as the language teacher who was blown away by anger and glared, and sometimes acting as Li Hui, the classmate who was arrogant to the extreme. Just as she was getting excited, she suddenly felt a chill behind her back, turned around and saw Li Hui standing behind her with an unpredictable expression. Wang Zijiao didn't know how long he had been standing there, and her face began to change like a color plate, red and green, multicolored. At that moment, she wanted to cover her ears and escape. Looking at his smile-like-but-not-quite expression, Wang Zijiao's scalp felt numb, and she dropped her friends and ran away quickly.

  "I don't want to go to class, I was caught gossiping about someone and now I'm too embarrassed to face him." Wang Zijiao lay on his dormitory bed and began to wail, feeling that he had lost all dignity in front of the people of Jiangdong. He wondered how long he had been standing behind him and what exactly he had heard.

  "People might not even recognize you, they don't know who you are, don't think too highly of yourself, go, or else you'll be late and the class teacher won't let you off that easily, it will be even more embarrassing. Every move is a knife, don't get tangled up." Yang Rui directly hit Wang Zhiqiao's weak point, no matter what, at that time the class teacher was the nemesis of all students. Just like when grandparents would mention the terrifying "black-bearded old man" to scare kids into behaving, as soon as Yang Rui finished speaking, Wang Zhiqiao got up from bed without surprise and reluctantly headed towards the classroom, his tragic figure looking like he was heading to the guillotine. Yang Rui followed closely behind, thinking that indeed the class teacher's power was great.

  Time slipped away in Wang Zijiao's anxiety, and nothing happened. Even if they met, Li Miao ignored her and walked by hastily. Wang Zijiao began to breathe a sigh of relief, living her original life with ease, thinking that she had been overly worried for nothing, and Yang Rui was right, she had taken herself too seriously.

  He and she are like two parallel lines, with no intersection. Just as Xu Zhimo wrote in "Chance Encounter": We met on the dark sea at night, you have your direction, I have mine; whether you remember or forget is fine, the light we shine on each other at this fleeting encounter!

  Just as Wang Zijiao had forgotten everything and thought that life would go on like this, the gears of fate began to turn again.

  When Wang Zijiao got out of class and found that the empty seat behind her for three or four days was occupied again, she was extremely calm, feeling that it had nothing to do with her, whoever it was. But fate would play a joke on her, when she was lightly pulled by someone, turned around and found that the person behind her was Li Miao, her heart was filled with mixed emotions, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned her head back, leaving Li Miao's awkward smile hanging on his face, not knowing what to do.

  "She usually doesn't like to bother with others, it's just a habit." As she listened to the explanation, Wang Zhiqiao lowered her head even further, unaware that Li Huan was staring intently at the back of her head, with a thoughtful expression on his face.