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One second, two seconds...
Everyone was quietly staring at me.
How awkward! Shouldn't I ease this atmosphere?
So, I tightened my grip on my backpack strap and tentatively greeted Xie Chen, "Ha, hello, Xie."
A flicker of annoyance crossed Xie Chen's eyes as he muttered something under his breath.
I strained to listen and finally understood he was saying, "Damn it, it's over, really over. Everything is over."
I stood at the door, too afraid to move. Xie Chen's expression immediately returned to its usual coldness as he silently walked outside, though his ears were slightly flushed.
As he passed by a boy, Xie Chen kicked him to the ground and gritted his teeth, "You just had to open your mouth and ruin everything for me!"
The boy rubbed his sore backside and whimpered, " brother Chen, I was just trying to help you! You've been a coward in front of the girls for two years."
Xie Chen didn't respond. He didn't even dare to look at me; his tall figure seemed to flee in disgrace.
It wasn't until I finished my poster and lay in bed that night that I realized: so my deskmate isn't cold at all? He's been putting on an act? For two years?
Why?
I turned over again, unable to comprehend why Xie Chen would suppress himself. He couldn't possibly really like me, right? Ugh, we're not even from the same world.
The people in the classroom today were all well-known students whom the teachers had no control over, yet they seemed to obey Xie Chen without question.
I got up and leaned over the balcony, the evening breeze tousling my hair. The stars in the night sky were surprisingly numerous, and as I gazed into the heavens, I recalled the first time I met Xie Chen. It was during the opening day of First Year.
The first day of high school marked a fresh start as we transitioned from middle school. Everything felt new and exciting.
I had my hair tied up in a bun, wore my freshly cleaned white shoes, and sported a strawberry hairpin. However, my first day came with a little hiccup.
On that opening day, I entered Class Three and settled into a seat by the window.
I chose the outer seat, and after tidying up, I also wiped down the inner desk for Xiao Lan, who was also in Class Three.
Just as I finished cleaning, a shadow loomed over me.
I looked up to see a sweaty classmate who was quite overweight.
I was about to say, "Excuse me, there's someone sitting here," when he placed his backpack on the inner desk.
Frowning slightly, I politely explained the situation to him, but he completely ignored me and rudely demanded that I move aside because he wanted to sit there.
He was large and drenched in sweat. I struggled to find my voice; heat rushed to my face as I feared he could easily shove me aside or worse, become my desk mate.
So even though my legs were trembling, I stood my ground firmly without giving him an inch.
The overweight classmate asked why I wouldn't let him sit. I quietly protested, "There's no room."
Seeing his expression darken further made me regret my words. Oh no, I must have hurt his pride.
What was I thinking at that moment? I was praying for someone—anyone—to come to my rescue!
Then, Xie Chen arrived. At the moment when I was in a standoff with my chubby classmate, he came in with a cold expression, sporting a face so handsome it could provoke envy among gods and men alike.
With a flick of his long fingers, he sent my classmate's backpack crashing to the floor with a loud thud.
His icy voice rang out, "I’ll take that spot inside. Move aside."
In an instant, the entire class turned their attention to us. I began to realize that he might be somewhat famous.
I thought my chubby classmate would put up a fight, but to my surprise, Xie Chen didn’t even regard him as a threat.
Xie Chen merely glanced at him, his eyes betraying no emotion. "What’s wrong? Do you have a problem?"
My chubby classmate didn’t dare say a word and walked away in silence.
Xie Chen's gaze fell on me, and I instinctively moved aside to let him pass as he walked in and took a seat.
I didn’t dare breathe too loudly because the pressure emanating from him was overwhelming. Standing at 185 centimeters tall, he wore a white T-shirt that exuded an air of rebelliousness, making him seem even more intimidating than my chubby classmate.
"Don’t be scared, Jin Yi! He’ll be your deskmate from now on! What’s there to fear? Can he really punch you to death?"
After hesitating for what felt like an eternity, I finally extended my hand toward Xie Chen and softly said, "Hello, I’m Jin Yi, like the hibiscus flower."
Xie Chen didn’t look up; instead, he pulled out a thick Physics book and began reading. Just when I thought he wouldn’t respond, his cold voice broke the silence. "Mm, Xie Chen."
I wiped the sweat from my brow discreetly. Help! He’s so aloof!
Later, I learned that he was indeed the renowned Xie Chen, who had ranked first in the citywide entrance exams.
Cotton City No. 1 High School was the best school in Cotton City; its students were either from wealthy families or exceptionally talented academically.
I belong to the latter category. My family doesn't have much money, but my parents love me dearly. My father works at someone else's factory, while my mother takes care of the household.
I want them to have a better life in the future, so I study especially hard, not daring to relax even a little.
When I got accepted into Cotton City High School, my parents were so happy they nearly set off firecrackers. They kept saying, "Our Jinjin is really something!" while discussing buying me new clothes, worried that I might be looked down upon by my classmates.
I smiled and told them, "No need! Xiaolan gave me a lot of her clothes that she doesn't wear anymore, and they're all still in great condition. I can wear those. If you really want to buy something, get yourselves some new outfits instead. When was the last time you both wore new clothes?"
My parents' eyes filled with tears. "How did our little treasure become so understanding!"
The tuition for Cotton City High School is quite expensive, but fortunately, I received a full scholarship.
However, Cotton City High School is a place filled with talented individuals; the students' grades are exceptional, and it's on a completely different level from my middle school. Classes are divided based on academic performance.
I was placed in Class Three, while Class Two is full of top achievers, and Class One consists of the best of the best.
So I still can't understand why Xie Chen is in Class Three. He always ranks first in our grade effortlessly, as if he’s just coasting through exams; he should be in Class One.
Xie Chen hasn't been here for three days now. Ever since our awkward encounter that day, he hasn't shown up.
During these three days without him, I've felt particularly uneasy. Even though I always tread carefully around him, afraid of offending this top student, I still miss his presence.
Because whenever he was around, my thermos would always be full; he would somehow refill it whenever it was nearly empty without me noticing.
Even though Xie Chen is particularly aloof and very few people in our class dare to speak to him, every time I furrowed my brow over a difficult problem, he would take my exercise book and start looking at it.
Xie Chen's hands are exceptionally beautiful; sometimes when he's explaining problems to me, I find myself staring at his hands in a daze.
He would then raise his hand and lightly tap the back of my head, his tone as cold as ever: "Focus."
He was tall, but perhaps to accommodate me, he would habitually bend down to listen when I spoke.
My gaze fell on his sharp jawline; it was a face that seemed indifferent, yet at times softened unexpectedly.
Sigh, I used to be so afraid of him, but now that he's gone, all I can think about are the good things about Xie Chen.
It had been three days since Xie Chen last came. Was he avoiding me? The way he had fled that day was so comical; he definitely didn’t want anyone to see. He must have felt embarrassed and didn’t want to sit next to me anymore.
I sighed. If only I hadn’t gone back to the classroom to sketch that day, it wouldn’t have been so awkward.
As it turned out, I was overthinking it.
On the fourth day, Xie Chen returned.
It turned out that during the three days he was absent, he had been participating in a national physics competition and had easily won first place.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief; at least he wasn’t avoiding me!
But now that he was back, I had changed my seat.
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