vstars Chapter 111 Do you know what their relationship is?
Chapter 111 Do you know what their relationship is?
After Xiao Yunqing sat back down, she felt as if she had been recharged.
The backpack was noticeably fuller, so bulging that the zipper was almost impossible to close.
Every morning, I dump milk, biscuits, potato chips, chocolate, and jelly onto the table, piling them up like a small mountain.
"Song Huan, do you want some of this?" She held up a bag of potato chips and waved it in front of him.
Song Huan shook her head.
She then pulled out a box of cookies. "What about these? These are delicious."
He still shook his head.
She wasn't annoyed. She pulled a plastic bag from the bottom of her backpack, opened it, and found half a loaf of bread inside, the corners of which were slightly crushed.
"This is what I left over from yesterday, do you want it?"
Song Huan glanced at her, afraid that she might take out something else, so she took the bread and took a bite.
Xiao Yunqing smiled, then took a bottle of milk out of her bag and placed it on his desk.
Zhao Qihang, sitting in the back row, leaned over and swallowed hard, staring at the pile of snacks.
"Class monitor, can I have one?"
Xiao Yunqing glanced back at him and pulled the bag of potato chips closer to herself.
"That's all."
Zhao Qihang pointed to the pile on the table, "Aren't there still a lot there?"
"That's Song Huan's." She pushed the milk and snacks towards Song Huan again. "Wait until he finishes eating first."
Zhao Qihang's lips twitched, then he withdrew them.
After finishing her bread, Song Huan crumpled the packaging into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Xiao Yunqing was still rummaging through her schoolbag when she pulled out another lollipop, strawberry flavored, unwrapped it, and handed it over.
"This is for you too."
Song Huan took it and put it in her mouth; it was so sweet it made her throat ache.
He glanced at her bulging backpack, then at her smiling face, and said nothing.
After he had eaten most of the snacks on the table and was finally unable to eat anymore, she put away the remaining bags and handed them to Zhao Qihang along with the empty bag of potato chips.
Here, the rest.
Zhao Qihang took it, glanced at the crumbs in the bag, then at the pile of wrappers on Song Huan's table, said nothing, and started eating, seemingly enjoying it quite a bit.
Besides eating, Xiao Yunqing also focused on her studies.
"Song Huan, how do I do this question?" The test paper was pushed towards him, and the pen poked his arm.
Song Huan glanced down, explained a couple of steps, and nodded.
She paused when she got to the third step, "Wait a minute, I didn't understand the first step."
He repeated it again.
She understood, and he continued, but she stopped again when he got to the fifth step.
Little pen, poke, poke!
"What's wrong with you now?"
"How did we get to this step?"
"Formula substitution"
Which formula?
"I just talked about it yesterday."
"I forgot." The voice was drawn out, with the last syllable rising in pitch.
Song Huan sighed, wrote the formula on the edge of her draft paper, and circled it with a red pen.
She said "Oh" and continued writing.
After a while, "Song Huan."
He turned his head.
"I don't understand this question."
The test paper was pushed over again.
He read the question aloud and then explained it to her in detail.
After she finished speaking, she wrote two words: "Song Huan".
"What's wrong now?"
"It's too difficult, I don't want to write anymore."
She put down her pen, crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and gave him a "I quit" look.
Seeing her like that, Song Huan picked up her pen and put it back in her hand.
"Xiao, please study hard. I'll treat you to a grilled sausage when you finish writing."
Her eyes lit up for a moment, then suppressed them, she snorted, and lowered her head to continue writing.
"Then I'll reluctantly write something!"
With a smirk on his face, he wrote quite quickly.
Before, when Feng Nian sat next to me, she could sit quietly all day without saying a word, just like the potted green ivy on the table.
Xiao Yunqing was different; she sat next to me and her mouth never stopped.
You should talk while eating, you should talk while doing homework, and you should talk even when you're not doing homework.
Sometimes, while explaining a problem, the conversation would suddenly veer off to "the braised pork in the cafeteria was so salty today," and then veer back to the topic.
Song Huan was driven to despair by her antics, but every time she turned her head and saw her smiling face, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Oh well, as long as she's happy.
The sun is getting stronger every day.
In May, Wuhan was as hot as a steamer. The plastic track on the playground was so soft from the sun that the soles of your shoes would stick when you stepped on it.
During PE class, the boys played basketball. Song Huan played shirtless for a month, and his skin went from fair to a healthy tan. However, it didn't affect his appearance; on the contrary, he became more radiant.
Song Huan is shooting three-pointers on the basketball court. He's doing pretty well, making six or seven out of ten.
Xiao Yunqing didn't hang out with the girls, nor did she go to the convenience store to buy popsicles.
She sat in the shade of a tree by the basketball court, a blue notebook spread out on her lap, its edges curled up. It was Song Huan's daily update book of her mistakes.
She kept her head down as she flipped through the pages, occasionally glancing up at the court.
He glanced at it, then looked down again.
I glanced at it again, then looked down again.
After turning two pages, when I looked up again, I saw Song Huan sink a three-pointer.
The ball bounced off the rim, rolled in, and the net swung around.
She narrowed her eyes, then lowered her head and continued flipping through the notebook.
On the court, Zhao Qihang ran over and gave Song Huan a high five. "You're playing well today."
Song Huan wiped his sweat and was about to retrieve the ball when someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
He turned around.
A boy stood behind him, wearing a clean school uniform with the zipper pulled all the way up, his hair neatly combed, holding a glass of water with water droplets condensing on the glass.
The boy looked at him with a serious expression, as if he were doing something very important.
"Hey bro, you and that girl are in the same class, right?" He gestured towards the shade of the trees.
Song Huan followed his gaze.
Xiao Yunqing sat there, head down, flipping through a notebook, her ponytail hanging over her shoulder, blowing a little in the wind.
"Could you please send this over for me?"
The boy handed over the water. There was a blue sticky note on the cup with a string of numbers written on it in neat handwriting. "Just say it was from Zhang Xia in Class 2. My QQ number is on it."
After he finished speaking, he put his hands together and bowed slightly to Song Huan, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."
Zhao Qihang stood to the side, his mouth opening and closing, his facial expression quite interesting.
He turned to look at Lu Ciyuan, who took his finger away from his mouth and was also suppressing a smile.
Chen Xu stood under the basket, holding the ball, looking at the boy and then at Song Huan, his face blank.
Has any boy confessed his feelings to Song Huan?
But Song Huan doesn't look like someone from Sichuan or Chongqing...
Song Huan glanced down at the glass of water, then at the sticky note.
He smiled and took the water.
"No problem, I've got your back, bro, but whether she adds you or not is none of my business."
Zhang Xia's eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together and bowed again, saying, "Thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome." Song Huan carried the water toward the shade of the trees, her pace neither fast nor slow.
Zhang Xia stood there, watching his back, her palms starting to sweat.
His mind was already racing.
What if she adds me on QQ? What should I say as my first message?
If you start well, you're bound to be a clown.
The ending of "Are you there?" is bound to be heartbreaking.
How about sending an emoji first? Which one should I send?
A smile looks too mature, a grin looks too childish.
What if she becomes my girlfriend?
What if Wang Feng catches us dating?
If they get caught, will they call their parents?
Will I get scolded if my parents are called? Will I break up with them if I get scolded?
He stood there, his expression shifting from tension to anticipation, from anticipation to longing, and from longing to an indescribable happiness.
They've even thought of what to name their child.
Zhao Qihang walked over, stood next to him, and patted him on the shoulder.
Zhang Xia snapped out of her daze and turned to look at him.
"Brother, what are you grinning about?" Zhao Qihang said.
Zhang Xia was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Qihang gestured towards the shade of the tree, and Song Huan had already walked up to Xiao Yunqing and was handing her the glass of water.
Do you know what the relationship is between those two?
Zhang Xia shook her head.
Zhao Qihang laughed, but it wasn't a malicious laugh; it was the kind of laugh that said, "You don't know, do you? I'll tell you, so don't cry."
"That guy's name is Song Huan. He and Xiao Yunqing have known each other since kindergarten. They were in the same class for six years of elementary school, three years of junior high, and are still in the same class in high school. When school started, they said they were cousins, but they're just siblings. Do you believe that?"
Zhang Xia's expression changed.
Lu Ciyuan had also walked over at some point and was standing on the other side, rubbing his fingers to his lips. "Last time in PE class, someone from Class 7 brought water to Song Huan, and guess what?"
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xia's voice was a little dry.
"Xiao Yunqing confiscated both bottles of water and drank them herself," Lu Ciyuan said. "Then she glared at Song Huan, who chased after her and tried to coax her for a long time."
Chen Xu also came over, holding the ball, looking down at Zhang Xia, and added, "By the way, they go to school and come home together every day."
Zhang Xia stood there, mouth agape, looking at this and then that.
He turned his head and looked towards the shade of the tree.
Song Huan was standing in front of Xiao Yunqing, smiling as she held up the glass of water to her.
Xiao Yunqing looked up at him, then looked down at the glass of water, and then noticed the sticky note between his fingers.
Her expression changed.
It wasn't anger, but rather that "you're here again" expression, a mix of helplessness, amusement, and a hint of "I'll settle the score with you later."
She stood up, didn't take the glass of water, and stared at Song Huan.
Song Huan said something with a smile, and she blushed, then reached out and slapped his arm.
It's not heavy, but the sound is quite crisp.
Song Huan didn't dodge; instead, she laughed even harder.
He placed the glass of water on the step next to her, tore off a sticky note, folded it twice, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Xiao Yunqing glared at him, then turned and left.
Her ponytail swung as she walked quickly.
Song Huan followed behind, still smiling.
The two walked away, one after the other.
One walked ahead, huffing and puffing, while the other followed slowly behind, hands in pockets.
After walking a few steps, Xiao Yunqing turned around and glared at him. He smiled and quickened his pace to catch up with her, walking beside her.
Zhang Xia stood there, watching the two figures disappear around the corner of the playground.
He looked down at his empty hands, then at the lonely glass of water on the steps in the distance. The sticky note was gone, the water was still cold, and water droplets condensed on the glass, glistening in the sunlight.
Zhao Qihang patted him on the shoulder, said nothing, and left.
Lu Ciyuan followed behind, took two steps, turned around and looked at him with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Chen Xu walked past him carrying the ball, stopped, looked down at him, and asked, "Do you still want that water? If not, I'll drink it."
Zhang Xia didn't say anything.
Chen Xu waited two seconds, then walked over, picked up the glass of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp. It was ice-cold, so cold that he squinted.
"Thanks, bro."
He said that, and then ran off with the ball in his arms.
Zhang Xia stood by the court, the sun beating down on him, making him feel hot.
He stood there for a long time until the class bell rang, then he turned around and walked towards the teaching building.
He took two steps, then stopped and looked back at the playground.
The playground was empty; the two people were long gone.
He sighed.
How could someone who falls from the sky possibly compete with a childhood sweetheart?