Volume 1: Chasing Beauty in Youth Chapter 2: Back to School Again
"Hey, have you finished reading my good book?" A heavy pat on the shoulder made Zhu Ting turn his head again, and it was a fair-skinned young man with a similar build to himself, wearing frameless glasses and a middle parting. Zhu Ting remembered that this person's name was Zhang Bo, his junior high school classmate, who was now in No. 1 Middle School, but got in because of his dad's influence.
Zhū Tíng also didn't know what was going on and casually replied: "Soon, soon."
Zhang Bo was very angry and the consequences were severe. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he whispered: "You said you would return it to me in two days, are you trying to keep it all for yourself?"
Zhu Ting was sweating profusely again.
At this time, a tortoise head stretched out from between the two people. "What good books? Let me take a look for two days too?"
Zhu Ting looked down again, it was Peng Mingjian, a short and quick-witted boy who is now in No. 1 Middle School through sports recruitment. His major is football, his signature move: the front high shot cannon. The young masters of their factory are crazy about football, almost all boys can show off a few tricks.
Zhu Ting ignored Peng Mingjian and pulled Zhang Bo aside, "Brother, let's make a bet. Whoever loses will return it to the other."
Zhang Bo: "It's not me who is anxious, I also borrowed it, others are urging me."
Zhu Ting nodded again, "Then I'll have some more fun tonight and definitely bring it tomorrow."
Zhang Bo could only nod in agreement, "Don't drag it out again tomorrow."
Two men were whispering to each other, when Peng Ming suddenly shouted: "They have a Mao book."
Everyone looked at Zhang Bo and Zhu Tingyu together, the two of them glared at Peng Mingjian. Zhu Tingyu secretly glanced at Zhang Lere, her sister seemed to look at herself with disdain, and Zhu Tingyu now had the heart to die.
A group of older factory boys gathered around, "Whose is it?" "What book?" "Lend me a look!"
How annoying it is to have a big mouth and speak recklessly.
"The bus is here," someone shouted, and the small door suddenly became the main battlefield for more than a dozen people, stuck there, no one could get on, because the factory's shuttle bus only had seven or eight seats, destined to have some people become rich first, and some people become rich later...
At this point, the key to success or failure is strength. Every boy uses both arms to resist the pressure from all directions.
The fat driver yelled: "Everyone get off and line up!"
At that time, even Zhang Fei of Changban Slope couldn't match his stature.
Zhu Ting got on the bus again, found a seat and sat down, and didn't forget to occupy another seat with her backpack. Originally, she wanted to save it for Zhang Leilei, but Zhang Bo came up and sat down as if it was a matter of course, without even saying thank you. Zhu Ting was angry in her heart again.
The car started with a shake and there were only two boys and five or six girls standing.
At this age, there is no habit of giving up seats. If a boy gives up his seat to a girl, it will become news and spread throughout the factory the next day. Zhu Ting wanted to give up her seat to Zhang Lele, but she was hesitant.
From the factory to the city's first stop: Yizhong, it takes 20 minutes. Then pass by Erzhong and Sanzhong in order, and then return by the original road. Zhu Ting also has to take a half-hour bus ride to school every day.
The car had been moving for five minutes, and Zhu Ting, who was ten years older in experience, still overcame his fear. "Zhang Leilei, come sit down, I... my legs are numb, I want to stand up for a while."
Everyone stopped talking and stared at them, Zhang Lele's face turned as red as a ripe big apple.
Peng Ming said loudly: "I'm tired of standing, I'll sit down." He then came over.
Zhu Ting said coldly: "If you think you're a girl, then come and sit."
At this time, all the boys started teasing, making Zhang Lere's face even redder. Several girls also pushed her forward. Zhang Lere was like a little lamb being led by people, dazed and confused, pulled by a group of girls to sit in Zhu Tingyu's position. Zhang Lere's gaze mechanically stared out the window, now even her neck was red and swollen, tender and charming. She wanted to say thank you, but somehow couldn't open her mouth.
The autumn wind outside the window caresses the rice ears, and also caresses the girl's tender feelings...
Zhu Ting was also very satisfied with his own performance. If he had the courage he has now, all seven fairies should have been able to climb onto the bed.
Zhu Ting yielded her seat and stood beside Zhang Bo's position. Zhang Bo secretly gave Zhu Ting a thumbs up. Zhu Ting casually pursed her lips, meaning it was nothing.
When Yizhong arrived, when Zhang Lele got off the bus, Zhu Ting felt a strand of hair lightly brushing against her cheek again, and also heard a faint mosquito-like "thank you".
The gentle breeze made Zhu Ting stand stupidly again until he reached San Zhong, even forgetting to sit down. The fat driver yelled several times before Zhu Ting realized that they had already arrived at school.
Zhu Tingyu looked again, and a slightly chubby big boy rode his bicycle flying past him. Zhu Tingyu knew that he was called Wang Peng, his classmate in the first year of high school, but later when Zhu Tingyu went to the second year to continue reading liberal arts classes, he went to science classes.
Since the place to get off was still about 300 meters away from school, Zhu Ting quickly ran a few more steps and jumped onto the back seat of Wang Peng's car. As it was almost time, Wang Peng rode very fast, actually, he always rode like this, wanting that flying-like feeling.
Arriving at the school gate, he should have stopped and pushed his bike into the student parking shed. Instead, Wang Peng rode right past, even blowing a flying kiss to the shouting security guard.
Dizzy...
With a screech, Wang Peng slammed on the brakes and Zhu Ting's head hit Wang Peng's back hard. Just as Zhu Ting was about to curse Wang Peng loudly from the back seat, he got out of the car and saw that it was a white swan blocking their way.
Those snow-white small hands, faintly visible blue veins, set off the tender and delicate skin like snow. Without any decorations such as bracelets, rings, etc., nor nail polish, it looks very clean and white, the hand is too beautiful, provoking a half-empty butterfly to hover around and stop on top of it.
"Which class are you from? Why didn't you get off at the school gate?" The owner of the small hand was a pure and beautiful young teacher, whose age couldn't be discerned, looking around 22 or 23 years old. With an exceptionally good figure, paired with a height of about 1 meter 63 or 64, she was extraordinarily lovely, and even describing her as a water lily wouldn't be excessive. Her entire beautiful body seemed to have a fairy's aura that made people unable to open their eyes.
Wang Peng: "Grade one class seven."
The pure Chinese female teacher pointed at Zhu Ting again: "How about you?"
"Zhu Ting also said: 'I'm in the same class as him.'"
Pure Teacher: "What's your name?"
Two young men with surname Wang and Zhu: Wang Peng and Zhu Ting.
The pure teacher: "Mm, I'll tell your class director about it, go to class now." Then she left with a twist of her seductive waist and buttocks.
Two young people comforted each other: "It's nothing, it's nothing, what's the big deal?" "Treating a chicken feather as a sharp arrow, and treating a bean bag as an official."
Zhu Ting asked Wang Peng: "Who is she?"
Wang Peng shook his head.
"Then why did you scold him so severely?"
Wang Peng: "You also haven't cursed less."
Two people walked towards the classroom with their shoulders leaning on each other: "Who's afraid of whom."
There wasn't such a beautiful teacher in Zhu Ting's memory, was it arranged by God for me?
Is your brother's romantic luck about to bloom?
