CH 1

Tang Xia moved down the English vocabulary handbook for the college entrance examination in her hands, revealing a pair of round eyes.

The male god was wearing the same school uniform as her, and was also holding the green vocabulary booklet that every high school student hated. His slender body swayed rhythmically with the driving of the bus.

[male god:  male who is typically handsome, caring and/or wealthy that a girl is infatuated with; one’s dream guy or Mister Right in real life]

Tang Xia bit her lower lip hard.

She absolutely read it right, it really is Han Yu from Class 3, the male god!

Tang Xia lowered her eyes, not daring to stare for a long time, but still couldn’t help but glance at him secretly.

It was already winter, and it was very cold at 6:30 in the morning. Han Yu probably waited at the station for a while, his nose was red, and compared with his fair skin, it was a bit cute.

Tang Xia peeked quietly, and felt that the male god’s appearance of reciting the book seriously now was as handsome as when he was playing basketball.

Sure enough, being good-looking is attractive in everything, even the posture of reading a book is not comparable to ordinary people, it is absolutely fatally attractive.

Tang Xia hid behind the vocabulary manual, held back her joy, waited until she got to the stop, and carefully followed Han Yu out of the bus.

Han Yu is 1.8 meters tall, the captain of the school’s basketball team, and won an MVP in the last city-level competition, and the school’s forums exploded.

Tang Xia remembered a post with an astonishing number of replies. The title reads like this—

“The sophomore senior sister said that the number of rivals in love has increased, and the brain hurts.”

The green light at the intersection changed, Tang Xia held the book and pretended to recite with her head down, glancing ahead from time to time from the corner of her eye. 

The male god had already put away the vocabulary manual at some point, with his hands in his trouser pockets casually absently staring at the traffic lights. 

It’s obviously the same dark gray school uniform that is so ugly it makes people want to weep, so why does Han Yu look so good in it, but she is so ugly?

Tang Xia thought silently, does the male god not know how popular he is?

She followed Han Yu all the way until she entered the school gate and greeted the teacher on duty, only to find that Han Yu had already gone up the stairs when she looked up.

Oh, the male god’s rebellious stage is different from her pseudo-good student, pseudo-good girl appearance. Tang Xia sighed.

There are 10 classes in the second year of high school, 5 classes are on the second floor, and 5 classes are on the ground floor. Han Yu is in class 3, and she is in class 10, the place closest to the canteen.

After entering high school, worshiping her male god for a year and a half, the first encounter ended like this.

Tang Xia felt a little sad, and entered the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

What’s even more pitiful is that she only now knows that the Han Yu’s community is next door to hers! They even ride the same bus but never met before!

While Tang Xia blamed herself, an unbearable excitement rose from the bottom of her heart. Will he always take that bus from now on?

Is her spring coming?

Tang Xia felt a little dizzy, and sat down on her seat with a smile on her face. The English teacher on the podium cast a strange look at her.

Then next time, she must seize the opportunity, or at least they can get to know each other a little bit!

“Hurry up and hand in your homework, put away the vocabulary manual, and I’m going to hand out dictation papers.” The English teacher is a strict middle-aged woman, who writes dictation on time every morning, and supervises the dictation at noon.

Coincidentally, the English teacher leads two classes, for class 10, the other is class 3 where Han Yu is.

Tang Xia was startled, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to review, but now it’s too late, she can already foresee herself in today’s copying detention.

The first half of the second year of high school is coming to an end, and the teachers in each class are trying their best to increase the homework for the students. On the one hand, it is for the final exam, and on the other hand, it can be regarded as preparation for the division of subjects in the next semester.

The first Chinese science sub-subject starts from the second half of the second semester of the second year of high school, that is to say, in another month, the classmates will be separated.

After a dull morning, Tang Xia and her tablemate Tao Jiaqi finished their lunch, and just after talking for a while, the English teacher came in on high heels.

“The class representative handed out the dictation paper. As an old rule, there is no need to repeat the dictation for scores above 95.”

Tang Xia subconsciously squeezed Tao Jiaqi’s hand under the table.

“Jiaqi, I think I’m going to be done for today.”

“Are you worried about dictation?” Tao Jiaqi grimaced, “You got it, you’re dictation has been 100 points every day, from freshman to sophomore year, how many times have you had rewrite? Can you count them?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the sharp eyes of the English teacher swept over.

“Tang Xia, what’s the matter with you today? You only got 85 points in dictation, and you didn’t memorize it last night?” The teacher criticized her by name, and the whole class was shocked.

Tang Xia is not considered a top student, but a typical good student who doesn’t play games, doesn’t carry a mobile phone, doesn’t sleep to get out of class, and doesn’t make noise after class.

She is good at liberal arts, especially in English, and the teacher has always liked her.

Tang Xia lowered her head in shame.

After the class representative handed out the dictation paper, Tang Xia drooped her head, followed a group of laughing boys with a pen and paper, and went to the teacher’s office for an embarrassing detention.

“Tang Xia,” Fu Han, who has a good relationship with her, teased, “You didn’t memorize English, did you?”

Almost most of the boys in the class never memorize English. Write the answers on the paper and memorize them silently, and repeat them after you finish memorizing them.

“I recited it,” Tang Xia said dejectedly, “It’s just that I didn’t review it again in the morning, so I forgot it all.”

She stared at the male god all morning, so how could she have time to memorize?

Fu Han laughed, and patted her on the shoulder in a happy mood, “It’s okay, you are welcome to join the silent writing army! Finally, there are female soldiers!”

Tang Xia glared at him viciously.

Pushing open the door and entering the teacher’s office, heaters mixed with a strong smell of carbon dioxide hits the face.

Tang Xia squeezed through the crowd and handed over the dictation paper tremblingly.

“Teacher, I’m here for detention.” The English teacher was correcting yesterday’s weekly exam paper. Hearing this, he glanced at Tang Xia’s dictation paper, and said, “Copy 5 times and then write dictation again.”

Tang Xia choked, turned around and slipped out awkwardly.

She remembered the last time she was in detention, she only had to copy it 3 times.

Prices soared, and even the fines for copying began to double.

Fu Han and the others are familiar with the way, and they have already copied it in the office. Lean on the wall to write, lean against the cabinet, or borrow each other’s shoulders for support.

Tang Xia looked around and it was crowded with boys, she felt embarrassed, so she simply opened the door and went out, wanting to borrow the window sill of the office.

Unexpectedly, the window sill was also overcrowded…

Tang Xia pursed her lips, and put the dictation paper on the edge of the balcony in the corridor.

The northwest wind blew loudly, cutting people’s faces like knives.

Before Tang Xia could write a few words, her hands were already frozen, and her fingertips felt as if they were being pricked by needles. She put down the pen, squeezed her fist, and put it to her mouth to breathe on it.

Suddenly, someone gasped in a low voice, and small voices of discussion gradually arose.

Tang Xia felt the shadow approaching beside her, she turned her head subconsciously, her eyes glanced, she was dumbfounded.

This boy with the most beautiful side profile in the world, casually put the dictation paper on the balcony, and the nib of the black fountain pen filled with his wild and unruly handwriting, which was shocking.

He lowered his head slightly, and his soft black hair was blown by the wind with a hint of rebelliousness. Tang Xia was stunned.

He pursed his lips, and there was a slight dimple on the side of his mouth, which seemed to be curled up, cool and peaceful.

Tang Xia’s eyes shifted.

His fingers are slender and fair, with well-defined knuckles and clean nails, completely different from other boys who love to play basketball.

She is someone who attaches great importance to good looks. The male god’s hands are so beautiful, Tang Xia really can’t bear it.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and when she regained her senses, she swallowed and turned her head away.

That bright red 45 points on his paper…