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After class, Tang An'an sneaked onto the playground like a thief.
Zhu Mingxuan had already been waiting for her on the parallel bars at the edge of the field.
He was tall and slender, and the white shirt he wore hung loosely on his frame, emphasizing his lean physique.
When they met, there were no unnecessary words exchanged; they simply walked side by side at a leisurely pace along the playground. This simple, almost mundane way of spending time together became the most precious and memorable part of their three years in high school.
Halfway through their walk, Tang An'an could no longer hold back and recounted everything that had happened that morning to Zhu Mingxuan.
After listening, Zhu Mingxuan pondered for a moment and said, “Could it be that she was pretending to scare you on purpose?”
Tang An'an shook her head helplessly, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know. Ming Xuan, I’m a bit scared.”
“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Zhu Mingxuan said as he raised his hand and gently patted her head, comforting her softly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Do you think the one sitting in the classroom right now could be Lu Ziqi’s vengeful spirit?” Tang An'an asked quietly, fear evident in her eyes.
Zhu Mingxuan stiffened slightly before forcing a smile and replied, “How could that be? An'an, have you been feeling too much pressure from your studies lately?”
Just then, the class bell rang, snapping them back to reality as they hurriedly ran toward the classroom.
As they reached the entrance, Zhu Mingxuan suddenly stopped and said to Tang An'an, "An'an, you go in first."
Seeing the puzzled look on Tang An'an's face, he added softly, "Do you want the teacher to see us together?"
Tang An'an's face instantly turned crimson, like a ripe apple, and she hurried into the classroom.
Zhu Mingxuan watched her retreating figure, a slight smile of affection appearing on his lips before he leisurely walked into the classroom himself.
This period was a chemistry self-study class. The balding Teacher Liu walked up to the podium with a stack of exam papers, cleared his throat, and coughed before saying, "In this class, we will discuss the exam questions."
Once the class representative had distributed all the papers, Teacher Liu continued, "Students, this exam may have been a bit difficult, so everyone's scores are generally not very good. However, I still want to announce the results."
A chorus of sighs erupted from the students below as they began to complain. Teacher Liu ignored their protests and read out the scores: "Zhang Xiang, 69; Chen Yao, 73; Ma Lili, 45; Wang Dong, 80; Tang An'an, 88; Zhu Mingxuan, 92; Lu Ziqi..."
When he reached Lu Ziqi's name, Teacher Liu suddenly paused for a moment, a look of surprise crossing his face. Then he read out in a trembling voice, "Full score: 100."
The classroom erupted in chaos as students began to murmur among themselves. Many believed that Lu Ziqi must have cheated since she had never passed an exam before. Even Zhu Mingxuan, who usually topped the class, had only scored 92—how could she possibly achieve a perfect score?
"Everyone quiet down, quiet down," Teacher Liu seized the opportunity to lecture. "Don't be surprised. Although Lu Ziqi's previous scores were not ideal, now she has managed to get full marks. What does this indicate? It shows that everyone's intelligence is quite similar; as long as you work hard, you can definitely do well..."
Tang An'an turned her head to look at Lu Ziqi and saw her expressionless face buried in a book, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as if everything around her was irrelevant.
A wave of complex emotions surged within Tang An'an. She suddenly felt that Lu Ziqi seemed to be competing with her in a different way.
Is this the power of love? It can inspire awe, captivate the heart, and even transform a person completely.
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