"Observatory?" Lin Weixia only remembered this word.
Liu Sijia snorted and laughed: "You heard it from those girls in the bathroom, right? The school's observatory belongs to him because his family donated two laboratory buildings to the school."
"Who wouldn't want someone like him?"
As soon as the school bell rang, Lin Weixia raised her eyelashes and looked over. Several girls surrounded Liu Sijia's seat. She couldn't see Liu Sijia's face at all. She sat there chatting leisurely with others, as if she had forgotten their agreement.
Lin Weixia withdrew her gaze, picked up her schoolbag, pulled out a chair, and prepared to buy textbooks.
Fang Mo was about to leave when she saw the textbook list in her hand. Her eyes lit up: "Hey, I'll go buy textbooks with you. We're just about to leave school."
"Okay." Lin Weixia smiled.
She thought about what happened and looked puzzled: "Why didn't that person want to sit at the same table with me?"
Fang Mo was stunned and said hesitantly, "I had it before, but maybe it's too troublesome."
The next morning, Lin Weixia changed into the Shenzhen High School uniform, pinned the name tag on her left chest, looked at herself in the mirror, and forced a smile.
Only when Lin Weixia put on the uniform of Shenzhen High School did she feel like she had truly transferred to Shenzhen No. 1 Middle School.
After the morning reading class, Lin Weixia sat in her seat and took out a book to read. Before she had read two pages, she felt shadows falling on the side of the book. When she raised her eyes, she caught Fang Mo's face.
She looked a little embarrassed.
Ning Chao, who was sitting next to her, also noticed it. He swayed against the table, glanced at Fang Mo, and started to complain: "It's early in the morning. Why are you swaying back and forth like a QQ penguin? What's going on? Are you secretly in love with me?"
"No!" Fang Mo's face flushed red, and she looked at Lin Weixia again, "She looks good in her school uniform, I can't help it..."
Ning Chao glanced at Lin Weixia beside him from the side. She had a cold temperament, but a pleasant look and was quiet. He looked straight ahead at Liu Sijia and snorted coldly:
"Indeed, much better than that witch."
As soon as the morning reading bell rang, Lin Weixia and Fang Mo went out to get hot water.
There were several girls queuing at the water dispenser. Lin Weixia walked over and her shadow followed. After the girls in front of her got their water, they turned around and saw Lin Weixia. After seeing her face clearly, they were surprised. When their eyes passed over the school uniform tie on her chest, their emotions immediately faded and they raised their eyebrows:
"Mr. F?"
"Ah?" Lin Weixia looked a little puzzled, then nodded belatedly, "Is that so?"
The tall girls withdrew their gaze and left with the people around them. They turned their heads to look at Lin Weixia and whispered about something, with a look of appreciation and a bit of contempt in their eyes.
Lin Weixia unscrewed the cup and asked Fang Mo beside her, "What is F-student? What is the basis for judging me?"
"This school is divided into A students and F students, based on their bow ties. The bow ties of our F students are dark blue, while the color of the A students' bow ties is a beautiful red," said Fang Mo.
Lin Weixia raised her eyes and looked forward. There was a group of students standing in the corridor. The girls were wearing school uniforms. The jackets were a uniform navy blue, and under the plaid skirts were a pair of fair skin and straight long legs.
The most important thing is that their bow ties are a striking red color, which adds a touch of playfulness to the serious and solemn school uniforms.
The girls are like fresh and beautiful peaches.
Student F's bow tie is dark blue, which matches his navy blue school uniform jacket that is almost black, making him look depressing and a little dull.
After Fang Mo's explanation, Lin Weixia realized that Shenzhen High School was mainly composed of A students and F students, and the basis for their division was based on the grading system.
"The full score is 20 points. In this school, you can get extra points if you have good academic performance or special expertise. For example, the girl who asked you a question just now is a level 10 pianist. The girl relaxing in the corridor is a ballet dancer. Another type of extra points is winning a competition. Some time ago, the school team won the first prize in the VEX National Robotics Competition."
This credit represents the student's overall level. Upon graduation, the student will receive a nice file, and those who rank high can also get priority recommendation when applying to study abroad.
Those who have the highest comprehensive scores are called A students, and most of them were born in Rome. They are gifted and have a good family background. They not only value grades, but also pay attention to the training of thinking patterns. They study and train in a favorable environment and have expanded their learning abilities. They have already become the best in their fields.
To use a popular description, they are the most outstanding models displayed in the shopping mall windows.
In the most central location.
Get the best sunlight from all directions.
The F students include a wider range of types. Some are the quota students assigned by the Ministry of Education to poorer middle schools, or students who worked hard to get in but could not keep up with the progress later, and some are those who were admitted with the care of the society, such as Ning Chao.
Of course, there are children from ordinary families among the A students. Yes, but only a very small number. The little bird works hard to fly, and seriously follows the rule that the early bird catches the worm. They study hard and expand themselves with trepidation, and dare not slack off, for fear of falling from the first echelon.
Over time, Student A has become synonymous with excellence, intelligence, and strength, while when Student F is mentioned, people would associate it with words like stupid kid, weakling, and coming from an ordinary family.
So Student A is arrogant, looks down on Student F, and thinks he is superior to others in every way.
"Weixia, you're a transfer student, and you're already in your second year of high school. It's a bit of a disadvantage to start with a cumulative score of 0, and the midterm exam hasn't started yet," Fang Mo thought for a while, "or is there anything you're good at?"
"No," Lin Weixia shook her head. She took the cup and freed one hand to pat Fang Mo's shoulder. She smiled and said, "Isn't it good for me to be with you?"
"Okay."
The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away. The first two periods were Liu Xiping's Chinese classes. When the class was about to end, he explained that the original class representative had resigned from the position "for some reason" and now a new class representative needed to be selected.
When the word "for some reason" was heard, the class started to laugh. In the high-pressure environment of Shenzhen High School, everyone basically only focuses on their own affairs.
Student A thinks that it is a waste of time for the class representative to carry out the tasks assigned by the teacher.
Finally, Liu Xiping decided on Lin Weixia as the class representative.
At noon, Lin Weixia went to the convenience store, bought two rice balls and a sandwich and returned to the classroom. Liu Sijia came back from lunch and passed by her seat.
Lin Weixia tore open the wrapping paper, picked up the phone beside her, and logged into the campus network of Shenzhen High School. In the morning, Liu Xiping asked Lin Weixia to urge several students in the class to hand in their homework.
One of the names asked for three days off but did not hand in a week's worth of homework.
Lin Weixia clicked on a black avatar to add it, but a message popped up on the screen saying that the other party had set up his account to prohibit anyone from adding him. She asked the class committee for the other party's number and edited:
[I am the Chinese class representative of Class 1. Classmate, you haven't handed in your composition and two test papers from last week.]
In less than two minutes, the screen lit up and the other party sent a punctuation mark:
Indifferent, arrogant, and too lazy to say a word.
Liu Sijia sat at the table in front of her and asked, "What are you doing?"
Lin Weixia stuffed the rice ball into her mouth and chewed it slowly. She held her phone in her right hand and typed in a calm tone, "I'm urging the observatory to hand in their homework."
Liu Sijia's eyelids twitched heavily. Lin Weixia was about to imitate the other party and send a question mark back, but a shadow fell down, and nude diamond nails pressed on her phone screen. She raised her eyes.
"How about I help you urge it?" Liu Sijia became interested.
Lin Weixia thought for no more than two seconds and handed her the phone: "Okay."
She continued to eat her lunch. When she finished the second rice ball, Lin Weixia felt a little thirsty. She inserted the straw into the silver aluminum foil and took a sip of yogurt.
Liu Sijia returned the phone to her and jumped off the table. Her usual queenly expression was a little more dignified: "I have an appointment with him to pick up the homework at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
Lin Weixia nodded, and Liu Sijia leaned back against the table and continued chatting with her: "Tomorrow is the weekend, what do you think I should wear?"
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On Saturday, Lin Weixia stuffed her books and thermos cup into her bag and was about to go out when she heard the radio host's voice:
"Another typhoon Chanyang is about to land in our city. The strongest winds are expected to occur on Saturday and Sunday evening to early morning, bringing heavy rainfall. A blue warning has been issued..."
With a "swish", Lin Weixia opened the curtains. It was a little dark outside, and the trees were swaying in the wind. She smelled a slight salty and damp smell.
Lin Weixia still planned to go out. Shenzhen High School did not allow students to work part-time outside the school, so this was her last day of her part-time job, and she had to at least finish it well.
Arriving at the Internet cafe in the middle of Yutan Road, Lin Weixia walked into the Internet cafe, exchanged shifts with her colleagues, and sat at the front desk. She was responsible for issuing cards for people and selling snacks.
Because of the weather, there were fewer people coming to the Internet cafe than usual. After Lin Weixia was busy for a while, she took out a book from her bag and quietly read a mystery novel in the noisy environment.
During this time, some people came forward absentmindedly to open their cards. After seeing her appearance, they asked for their numbers. Lin Weixia refused them all with good temper. She lowered her head to read the plot of the book. Someone knocked on the marble on the bar counter, making a "knock knock" sound.
I thought they were asking for my number again. Just as I was about to look up, a pleasant voice rang out, saying casually, "Activate the card. Five hours."
A hand pushed an ID card in, and the black sleeve moved up. The material was soft and looked expensive, revealing a protruding wrist bone.
Lin Weixia didn't look up, she took it and quickly opened the card. The other party took it and left directly.
She was eager to immerse herself in the plot of the book, and only later did she notice the smell of ebony in the air, mixed with the cool smell of tobacco, which was quite pleasant.
However, less than forty minutes later, a riot and shouting broke out in the Internet cafe. Lin Weixia put down her book and immediately called the security guard downstairs. In the meantime, she heard the sound of a stool falling to the ground.
Just after hanging up the phone, Lin Weixia saw a boy in a black hooded sweatshirt dragging a thin boy out. He was very tall, and the thin boy stumbled as he walked, bumping into his chest several times, and could barely keep up with his pace.
With a "pop" sound, a gray card fell in a parabolic shape in front of the bar where Lin Weixia was sitting, and a voice without any emotion sounded:
"Someone will come to return the card in a while."
Not long after, a boy with a round head ran out, his voice swept into the wind: "Boss, wait for me!"
Later, the few people in the Internet cafe also returned their cards and left. Lin Weixia stood up and opened the window. A cold and damp air hit her face. She looked up and saw that the roadside signboards were blown down, making a clanging sound. The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds gathered together like thick ink.
Lin Weixia opened the drawer, inside lay an ID card and an unreturned card. She took them out and saw that few people could take ID photos so well.
The boy has short hair, high brow bones, thin lips and a straight nose. He looks at the camera expressionlessly, looking cold and arrogant.
Lin Weixia fixed her eyes on the ID card information:
—Ban Sheng
She connected the looks of the girls in the class, the "Observatory", and Liu Sijia's deliberately concealed indifference. It turned out to be him, the one who didn't hand in the homework.
Shouldn't he be with Scarlett now
The security guard happened to go upstairs at this time and patrolled around. Lin Weixia thought for a moment, asked him to help watch the Internet cafe for a while, and walked out with her ID card.
As soon as she walked out, cold raindrops hit her face. Lin Weixia looked around and heard a sound coming from the alley not far to the southeast, so she walked over.
The alley was long and narrow, and the street lights were dim, emitting a warm light. With every step taken, a strong wind blew violently. Lin Weixia stood under a burnt-out street lamp and saw the scene in front of her.
In the corner, a thin boy wearing glasses slumped against the wall, hugging the legs of the boy in black clothes with a pale face, and the tall boy ruthlessly pushed him away.
The tall boy was wearing a black sweatshirt with an invisible brand logo on his left chest. The wind cut his face into a sharp three-dimensional shape. Before the thin boy could react, the boy lifted his collar and threw him against the wall, once, twice, and three times. The other party begged for mercy in pain.
The cold wind whistled past, and raindrops began to hit Lin Weixia's face, causing a slight pain, which was far less intense than the painful cries of the thin boy in the corner.
The boy took a cigarette and exhaled. The gray smoke rose slowly in the drizzle and the ashes fell on the thin boy's head. He was still talking to others in a very relaxed manner.
The things that Lin Weixia had deliberately sealed in her heart were opened and overlapped with a certain memory in her mind. A wave of emotion appeared on her calm face, and she spoke hesitantly: "Classmate Ban Sheng—"
The round-headed man standing next to him whistled at Lin Weixia and said, "Boss, there's a girl looking for you."
The boy who was called stopped and turned around slowly. He was wearing a black jacket, had a long neck, cold white skin, and a black lily tattooed on his ankle, which spread infinitely upwards.
He wore a black baseball cap that covered most of his face, revealing a slightly raised chin, but the curve of his jawline appeared smoother and neater.
Ban Sheng raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
"He was almost beaten to death by you." Lin Weixia spoke slowly.
Ban Sheng, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned over the wall in the dark and picked up a stick. The thin boy subconsciously stepped back, but unfortunately there was nowhere to retreat.
The cold wind blew over, lifting a corner of the boy's black coat. Ban Sheng slowly hit his face with a stick and said:
"Someone has begged for you, shouldn't I give you some face—"
The thin boy nodded frantically. Just as he was relieved, the cold stick came towards him again. Ban Sheng chuckled and said, "I'll keep beating you."
Seeing that Ban Sheng was about to continue beating people, Lin Weixia stood in the dark, her eyes were very light, and she looked at him: "Didn't you make an appointment with Sijia to pick up homework? Why are you violent here?"
"You're talking nonsense, my brother is obviously--" Roundhead started to get anxious.
Ban Sheng chuckled. Although his tone was calm, he could smell a hint of disgust. He raised his hand to signal Yuantou, who wanted to explain, to stop, and threw the stick away.
The thin boy took the opportunity to escape by sticking to the wall and disappeared without a trace.
He put out the cigarette casually, and the scattered flames fell into his palm. He raised his eyelids to look at her again, his cheeks twitched, and he spoke slowly, as if he was considering:
"I don't really like taking the initiative. But you, come after me—"