Chapter 1: The Distant Train 4
The flowers bloom all summer long.
The sound of cicadas echoed in the afternoon of the high school entrance examination.
After arriving in J City, Qing Nuan went through half a school year in the third year of junior high school. Finally, at the turn of spring and summer, her junior high school career ended.
Cheng Ge and Qing Nuan were admitted to the same high school.
It was not a problem for Qing Nuan, who had already mastered the math test, to get into J City High School. After the high school entrance exam, Qing Nuan and Cheng Ge spent a summer vacation with nothing to do and no homework to bother them, quietly waiting for school to start.
In early September, another unfamiliar school opened its doors to Qingnuan - J City High School.
As freshmen in high school, Qing Nuan and Cheng Ge were lucky enough to be assigned to the same class. According to the seats assigned by the head teacher, they sat at the front and back tables.
On the first day of school, the head teacher wrote his name on the blackboard and introduced himself. Then it was the students' turn to go to the podium one by one to introduce themselves.
Cheng Ge’s deskmate is a very beautiful girl.
She has long black hair that flows like a waterfall and wears an elegant light pink dress, looking like a princess from an idol drama.
When it was her turn to introduce herself, almost all the classmates widened their eyes, including Qing Nuan.
"My name is Luo Weiwei, and my family lives in S City. I transferred to J City in the second year of junior high school. I am honored to be admitted to J City High School and become classmates with you all. Thank you all ."
After saying that, she walked down from the podium and returned to her seat.
She is graceful and confident in every move.
Qing Nuan saw that after Luo Weiwei returned to her seat, she turned her head and curled her lips towards Cheng Ge, revealing a smile.
Cheng Ge also responded to Luo Weiwei with a smile.
Seeing this, Qing Nuan couldn't help but sigh and thought: Girls from big cities are just different.
At that moment, she finally understood that girls like Luo Weiwei are charming and elegant.
Qing Nuan thought: Cheng Ge must also like to be friends with a girl like Luo Weiwei.
Compared with her, Qing Nuan felt a little ashamed.
The self-introduction continued, but Qing Nuan felt something strange because her deskmate had not arrived in the classroom yet and must be late.
There was a name on the desk next to her: Song Yang.
Just when she was feeling strange, she heard the girl at the back table secretly making a phone call, and the name "Song Yang" was mentioned on the phone.
"Song Yang, where are you? Come to the classroom quickly! The teacher just called the roll! Now it's time to introduce yourself. You won't leave the impression of being a latecomer on the first day of school, will you? Come here quickly!"
Qing Nuan looked back at the girl behind her in confusion. She was surprised: she recognized the brand logo of the phone in the girl's hand - Global Limited Edition! She had only seen it on TV!
At that moment, Qing Nuan was shocked. She wondered, what kind of school is J City High School?
In front of him was Luo Weiwei, a beautiful girl who was enough to stun the whole school, behind him was a girl holding a global limited edition mobile phone, and even sitting next to him was Song Yang, the king of lateness who didn't even care about the start of school.
When she thought of this, the girl at the back table happened to hang up the phone. Seeing Qing Nuan looking at her, she smiled sweetly and said, "Hello, classmate."
She was a very sweet-looking girl with double eyelids, big eyes, and short curly hair, like a doll.
Qing Nuan nodded, smiled back, then lowered her head to see the name of the girl sitting behind her.
However, before Qing Nuan could see clearly, the girl had already spoken: "My name is Xu Jiarong. I introduced myself on the podium before, so you may not have noticed. But I remember you. Your name is Qing Nuan, right? The surname 'Qing' is not common, so I remembered you right away."
Qing Nuan smiled a little embarrassedly: "Well, hello, Xu Jiarong."
"It's so awkward to call you by your full name." Xu Jiarong leaned forward, lying on the desk, and said, "We're sitting in front of each other, so it's fate. You call me Rongrong and I call you Nuannuan. How about we be friends?"
Qing Nuan was a little surprised by Xu Jiarong's enthusiasm, but this enthusiasm also made her feel very comfortable, so Qing Nuan nodded quickly.
"Yes, Rongrong."
"Yes, Nuannuan !" Xu Jiarong responded to the address with a smile, and pointed to the desk next to Qingnuan, "Your deskmate is Song Yang, he is my childhood friend, he likes to skip classes, and he hasn't come yet, but I just called him, I think he will be here soon."
As soon as Xu Jiarong finished speaking, the door of the classroom was pushed open by a boy wearing a baseball cap.
"Report--"
The boy looked cool, standing outside the door with his hands in his pockets.
Qing Nuan felt that, given his aura, it was a good thing that he said "report" instead of kicking the door and walking into the classroom, which was already very polite to the head teacher.
Sure enough, the head teacher's face was not very good. He probably considered that it was the first day of school and it was not appropriate to teach the students a lesson, so he just frowned and said, "Come in, go to the podium and introduce yourself, and by the way, explain why you are late."
The boy walked into the classroom in a rude manner, came to the podium, and said to the whole class: "My name is Song Yang, and the chain of my bicycle fell off, so I'm late."
The whole class was silent.
The head teacher's face turned pale and he said, "Slacking off? Think of another excuse!"
Song Yang turned a blind eye to the teacher's anger and actually pretended to think for a while before saying, "Oh, the excuse of falling short is not okay? How about diarrhea? Or maybe I saw a pretty girl in the next class and chatted with her for a while. How about this excuse? Is it okay? Oh, I don't have many brain cells. Teacher, please forgive me. Actually, I just overslept. If you insist on asking me to find a good excuse, I can't think of one."
The whole class burst into laughter, and even the head teacher was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Qing Nuan pursed her lips because of his amusement.
Only then did Song Yang walk down from the podium and sit down next to Qing Nuan.
As soon as he sat down, Song Yang lowered his head, pinched the edge of his baseball cap with his fingers, and glanced at Qing Nuan out of the corner of his eye.
Qing Nuan saw Song Yang looking at her, and out of friendship, she wanted to say hello, but when she just stretched out her hand, she saw an unruly smile flash across Song Yang's mouth.
Qing Nuan's face turned red and she immediately turned her head away, giving up the idea of saying hello.
Forget it, it’s better not to mess with this deskmate.
The remaining students went up to introduce themselves one after another. After a whole class, the bell finally rang.
The first class is over, and everyone’s high school career has officially begun.
