Secret Love River (3)

  Summer vacation ended quickly, Xia Bing and Zhuo Er entered the university gate, and I finally had to face my first year of high school.

  I told myself in my heart, Xia Miomi, you must work hard, Wei Xingyun's school, you must also go to that school!

  However, on the first day of school, I was anxiously rushing to finish my summer homework.

  Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry... heaven knows how many summer homework assignments I haven't finished. Anyway, whenever I encounter something I don't know how to do, I just skip it all and wait for the first day of school to copy from others.

  Chen Yuan spread out the math homework in front of me: "Here, pick one yourself and copy it quickly."

  Logically speaking, I could have picked up any one of them, since they were all finished anyway. However, for some inexplicable reason, I happened to pick the one with Wei Xingyun's name on it.

  As I flipped through his neatly done summer homework, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Others were really studying, while I was just going through the motions.

  When I was buried in copying, the workbook in front of me was suddenly pulled away. I looked up and saw that Xie Xiang had already seen the name on the cover. "Wow, Xia Mi Mi, do you want to copy such a good study? Can the teacher believe it?"

  "Mind your own business." I roughly stretched out my hand and was about to grab back his notebook.

  "You'd be better off copying mine," Xie Xiāng said, unwilling to give it to me, flipping through the homework in his hand. "His steps are too detailed, what a waste of time."

  Just as I was saying that, Wei Xingyun walked into the classroom. I quickly tried to pull my homework back, but unexpectedly, with a bit too much force, it tore in half.

  Xie Xiang was startled, and I was completely stunned.

  Wei Xingyun didn't notice at first, but when he saw our shocked expressions, he focused and looked again, only to discover that I and Xie Xianging each held half of his homework notebook.

  His complexion changed slightly.

  I made a wry face, "Wei Xingyun, sorry about that, I'll book it for you right away."

  He hesitated, looked at my desk piled with homework, turned around to find the physics class representative to retrieve his own physics homework and handed it to me, "You look at this first, I'll give you that one after I'm done."

  At that moment, anyone with self-respect would feel extremely humiliated.

  Moreover, I clearly realized that this hardship was not brought upon me by Wei Xingyun, but rather it was something I had brought upon myself.

  In the past, I never thought that copying homework was something to be ashamed of. There were so many assignments and difficult questions, so in urgent moments, it didn't seem like a big deal to copy from someone else. But at this moment, when the person I liked stood in front of me, not scolding me for ripping up his homework, but instead offering another assignment for me to copy, I truly felt ashamed and humiliated.

  Can someone like me who dares to copy his homework really attend the same high school, or even the same university as him?

  For the first time, I felt that my own assumptions were so ridiculous.

  Since then, I have never copied anyone's homework again.

  In the first year of junior high school, I seemed to have changed into a different person. I listened carefully in class, studied hard, asked questions when I didn't understand, and worked diligently, astonishing everyone.

  These things I have never told Wei Xingyun. Wei Xingyun probably can't imagine the great influence he has had on me.

  Yes, if you fall in love with someone, not only will your life suddenly become extraordinary, but even your deeply rooted personality can change. It's not just yourself, but also the friends around you who will be shocked.

  When the middle school entrance examination results were announced, my parents inquired about my scores over the phone and their mouths almost reached their ears. And I stood in front of the ranking list, also smiling like a flower.

  That year on September 1st, I stood at the gate of Sixth Middle School, with an air of confidence.

  Guardian of the Clouds, I'm back!

  Although I had secretly wished for a long time, Wei Xingyun and I were still assigned to different classes.

  The only comfort is that I was assigned to the same class as Yang Can, and Zhou Shuangshuang and Wei Xingyun were assigned to another class. We are in Class 5, they are in Class 9. So there is still someone who can help me pay attention to Wei Xingyun's situation, and I can often go to their class on the pretext of finding Zhou Shuangshuang to play.

  Lu Minran and my dear old deskmate Xie Xiang were admitted to No. 3 Middle School, which was two streets away.

  Unfortunately, just after the military training ended and classes began, I got into a bit of trouble.

  On the third day of school, I was stopped by a middle-aged male teacher when I went to find Zhou Shuangshuang to play during class.

  When I first arrived, I couldn't accept the rule that "even after class, you can't casually skip classes" from his mouth, and I didn't recognize him at all. The slightly bald old man in front of me who spoke with a dialect was actually Wei Xingyun's homeroom teacher, the legendary ultimate devil "Mediterranean", who had been transferred to be the grade leader of high school freshmen this year because he had worked too hard with graduating students every year.

  At that time, I just thought this old man with a mouthful of nonsense and a fierce face was so despicable, so I retorted to him in a very bad tone.

  The consequence of this was that I gloriously became the chicken in "kill a chicken to scare the monkeys" and was forced to stand outside the office door of my grade's administrative office for a week, during every class break.

  The office door is just opposite the stairs, and students coming and going can't help but notice me. Some upperclassmen even walk by my side, excitedly discussing, "See that? That's the little Mediterranean girl who got into trouble as soon as she arrived, poor thing!"

  But from their tone, I have never felt any pity.

  The first time I was punished to stand, I pretended to be strong and straightened my chest, but tears kept rolling in my eyes. Despite trying my best to hold back, my whole body was still trembling uncontrollably. I had never experienced such cruel punishment before. Several times, I wanted to run away and rush home to cry loudly.

  As Wei Xingyun walked past me with his homework in hand, he widened his eyes in surprise, and my tears suddenly burst forth.

  Wei Xingyun was startled, hastily putting aside her homework and rummaging through her clothes to find a handkerchief to hand me, whispering: "Xia Miomi, don't cry, so many people are watching."

  As soon as he spoke, I cried even harder.

  Wei Xingyun was taken aback by the situation, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Don't cry, bear with it, everything will be alright."

  I didn't want to trouble him, so I used all my strength to hold back tears and handed the handkerchief back to him.

  "He waved his hand and said, 'You use it first.'"

  The next day, I had Wei Xingyun's handkerchief in my pocket, and I couldn't help but think: would the handkerchief that Wei Xingyun gave me be the one he used to wipe his nose with?

  The next day, when Wei Xingyun walked past me again, I stretched out my hand and handed over the clean handkerchief. By the way, I asked the question that had been bothering me for a whole day, "Wei Xingyun, you gave me this handkerchief, didn't you use it to wipe your nose?"

  Wei Xingyun cried and laughed at the same time, "Xia Miomi, what's wrong with your brain, thinking of these questions all day? Do I really look like a snail?"

  I then really took a closer look at his face, expressionless, but my heart was racing to 180 beats per minute, I felt like even my breathing became urgent, after a while, I still nodded at him with an air of importance, "Hmm, doesn't seem like it."

  He looked at me helplessly and left with his workbook.

  In the following days, I finally found the fun of standing guard.

  Every day, Wei Xingyun would pass by me and regardless of whether it was out of sympathy or politeness, he would say a few words to me, and those few words were enough to sustain me for the entire day.

  Because of Weixingyun, I have the courage in my heart, so I am fearless.

  After finishing the last class of the last day on duty, facing the Mediterranean's proud eyes, I lifted my chest and didn't look at him again. With a proud expression, I walked back to the classroom, thinking in my heart, Ah, I still have some reluctance to part with these days of standing guard.

  After that, I saw Wei Xingyun much less often, which made me quite regretful.

  Young friends...

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