With a "rip" sound, her aunt tore off yesterday's calendar page. Lin Weixia took a look at the latest date and found that this semester was almost over.
Lin Weixia ate a portion of red rice sausage and hurried to school. By the time she arrived at the school gate, the morning mist had completely dissipated.
As soon as they entered the classroom, the students who were still doing morning reading saw Lin Weixia's voice gradually weakened until it disappeared completely. All the strange looks were cast on her, and the atmosphere in the classroom was frighteningly quiet.
Lin Weixia stood at the door until a figure approached from behind her, with a familiar faint ebony scent wafting over. It was Ban Sheng.
He stood there, saying nothing. When those people saw that it was Ban Sheng, they kept quiet. All the looks and scrutiny on Lin Weixia disappeared, and the classroom was filled with the sound of reading again.
Like nothing had happened.
"Go in." Ban Sheng said.
The two went in one after the other, but Ban Sheng was called away by the dean to be punished as soon as he sat down. Zheng Zhaoxing was lucky enough to escape because his parents asked for a week of sick leave, but he could not escape punishment when he returned.
Soon, Lin Weixia and Liu Sijia were called away by their class teacher Liu Xiping. Liu's office was a little far from the classroom, and the two girls' paces were inconsistent, but they always walked side by side on the road, and the distance between them was not too far.
Neither of them spoke.
As soon as I entered the office, Liu Xiping was sitting there correcting homework. He didn't look up at the two students who came in, as if he was intentionally ignoring them.
Liu Xiping was wearing a grey coat with a black mid-collared top underneath, and was drinking tea from a thermos cup. With a click, Old Liu tightened the lid of the thermos cup and looked at them straight ahead, his usual casual manner gone, his tone serious:
"What happened to you yesterday? You all skipped classes one after another. Do you still respect the school rules of Shenzhen High School? Do you still look like an excellent student?"
With a "clang", Liu Xiping was so angry that he threw the silver stainless steel thermos cup onto the table, and the pile of exercise books next to it was shaken to a tilt.
Liu Sijia put her hands in her school uniform pockets, her eyes were cold, and she looked like she would not be taught. Lin Weixia lowered her head and said nothing. Finally, Old Liu said he was tired, and waved his hand and asked them to write a 2,000-word self-criticism.
Lao Liu asked them to write while standing and could only go back to the classroom after they finished writing.
The bell rang for class, and the teachers in the office went to the classroom with textbooks tucked under one elbow and thermoses in the other hand, leaving two girls in the office to write apologies.
One of them wrote with a sharp stroke, the other wrote with a slow stroke, and the two strokes made a rustling sound on the paper. Neither of them spoke first.
It seems like whoever speaks first loses.
So they are competing.
Liu Sijia's hands and legs felt sore after writing for a while. She shook her hands, and her long brown curly hair swayed slightly behind her, and then she continued writing.
Lin Weixia has always had a strong tolerance. She used to go to the market with her aunt to wholesale fruits, and she was busy all day long, so standing and writing a self-criticism was nothing for her.
She saw Liu Sijia shaking her hands and changing her legs. She paused writing and just pushed a chair next to her silently without saying anything.
Liu Sijia took a glance, turned the toes of her square-toed leather shoes, and kicked the chair that was sent to her side, and the legs of the chair scraped against the ground, making a "ripping" sound.
The sound was so sharp that the atmosphere fell completely silent.
Lin Weixia didn't say anything else, she lowered her eyes and wrote her self-review. Liu Sijia was used to being flattered and proud. Compared with Lin Weixia's quiet and forbearing character, she became a little impatient after a while, and her tone was still cold:
"Why didn't you tell me about you?"
In Nanjiang's winter, the sun is always warm. The light shines in and falls on Lin Weixia's face. The shadows of the leaves sway on her fair neck. She is as beautiful as a silent sculpture.
The sun seemed to be baking the air, making it even more silent and anxious. Liu Sijia rolled her eyes impatiently, then suddenly thought of something and shrugged her shoulders:
"never mind-"
"sorry-"
The two people's eyes met, and they were stunned at first, and then laughed out loud in unison. The girl's laughter was like a wind chime, slowly breaking the frozen atmosphere.
But it was only slightly broken apart.
After writing their self-criticisms, the two were again educated by Liu Xiping. Lin Weixia and Liu Sijia returned to the classroom together, just in time for the end of get out of class. The corridor was very noisy, with students fighting or chatting everywhere.
When approaching the door of the first class, Lin Weixia found that her wrists were thinner than before, and her cuffs were empty. Lin Weixia habitually tilted her head and smiled at Liu Sijia, and found that the corners of her lips that were originally raised were slowly straightening, her eyes were staring straight ahead, and her steps stopped.
Lin Weixia followed her gaze and saw Ban Sheng who had just received punishment from the dean. She realized that he was wearing all black today. The black sweatshirt jacket made his facial features look sharper and more distinct. He had a high nose bridge and single eyelids. His black locker sweatpants just revealed a little bit of his ankles, revealing half of his black lily tattoo, which was half covered.
He leaned against the table and talked to someone, his posture still nonchalant and revealing a frivolous and unruly manner.
He took off the pink wrist scarf that was wrapped around his palm yesterday, wrapped it around his left wrist, and tied a simple knot.
He is marking his possessions.
The black lily tattoo, the pink wristband, the small mole under his eye, this weird scene makes Ban Sheng look more bewitching and nonchalant, and attracts more girls to hang around him.
At the same time, the sound of a great discussion reached my ears, and every word was clear:
"Wow, how come Bansheng looks even more handsome!"
"Is that the pink bandana he started wearing on his wrist after the fight? It matches the tattoo perfectly. Damn, it's so handsome."
"This is the first time I've seen a boy wearing a pink wristband and it's not feminine. It's so hot. I'm dying."
"Don't die. If that wristband was given to him by that person, it's not too late for you to die." A girl next to her glanced at Lin Weixia.
After all, the class student had a big fight for her yesterday, and the excitement was exaggerated by the onlookers, and now it has spread throughout the school. Yesterday, everyone discussed it fiercely on the forums and forums, saying that the plot development was awesome, and also mocked Liu Sijia for being a pushover. Now everyone is secretly waiting to see this triangle drama.
But there seems to be no movement at the moment.
Liu Sijia put her hands back into her school uniform pockets, raised her chin, and left Lin Weixia alone and went back to the classroom with a cold and beautiful face.
The ice surface cracked again.
Lin Weixia lowered her eyes and hurried into the classroom, but she was stopped by the class leader after just two steps. The leader was a boy with silver-rimmed glasses and a gentle and fair appearance. He introduced himself as a literary and artistic planner.
"Student Lin, the school party is coming soon. I heard that you can play the cello. This semester will end in more than a month. Don't you want to make a significant mark in this semester?" The class leader tried to incite her.
"Not really." Lin Weixia said honestly.
Moreover, almost every A student has her own professional expertise, so she can decide when it will be her turn to perform at the school party.
“… Uh.” The boy stood in front of her and scratched his head, unable to think of any excuse but refusing to leave.
Lin Weixia raised her eyelashes and looked at him, and asked, "Who told you that I can play the cello?"
And she is half deaf.
"Someone said you would. There will be generous prizes for the best performance at the school party. The most important thing is that you should just think of it as helping your classmates. Also, don't you want to play the cello on the stage and give a good performance..."
Lin Weixia was a little dazed, and finally she didn't know what he said that persuaded her to agree. After two classes, Lin Weixia came to her senses and wanted to change her mind, but the other party had already handed in the registration form.
After that day, Ban Sheng never took off the pink scarf on his left wrist, no matter how Qiu Minghua provoked him and called him a sissy. Others speculated on who gave him the scarf.
He was indifferent.
Zheng Zhaoxing came back to school a week later, and he had become a little more obedient. But he still had a bad temper and would get angry easily, but he would restrain himself when Ban Sheng was around.
But there was an extra layer of hatred in Zheng Zhaoxing's eyes when he looked at Ban Sheng, which was stronger than before.
After school on Friday, Ban Sheng sent Lin Weixia home as usual. When they were about to leave, Ban Sheng held his mobile phone and looked at the time. Lin Weixia was standing on the side of the road, her fingers pinching the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and sliding it back and forth.
Ban Sheng slid his thumb across the screen, and could feel the sweet fruit scent in front of his nose. He looked up and found that the person had not left, so he raised his eyebrows:
"Can't bear to see me go? Fine, I'll stay with you for a while."
After saying that, he put the phone back into his pocket, as if he was willing to accompany you. Lin Weixia looked at him: "It's daytime now, and the sun hasn't set yet."
After joking, Lin Weixia turned the conversation to serious matters: "It's just... I have an old piano, but it's broken. Can you repair it?"
Lin Weixia often saw him assembling and disassembling drones, and it was Ban Sheng who repaired his hearing aid last time, so Lin Weixia wanted to ask him if he could repair the piano.
"No." Ban Sheng said frankly.
"Oh, then..." Lin Weixia lowered her eyelashes.
"But I have a pretty good cello at home, you can use it." Bansheng looked at her and said.
Lin Weixia raised her eyes and met his, shaking her head: "Thank you, but I—"
Ban Sheng interrupted her: "I don't know who gave you the piano at home. It will just gather dust if you don't use it. Come to my house to practice, and just think of it as me lending it to you."
"Remember to take the prize and give me half of it." The boy looked at her lazily.
Ban Sheng is like this, considerate and thoughtful, and will never make anyone feel embarrassed or awkward.
Since then, in addition to study time, Lin Weixia went to Ban Sheng's house almost every week to practice the cello. She wanted to tell Liu Sijia about this several times, but every time Liu Sijia interrupted her opening remarks and changed the subject.
After school on Friday, there were few people in the classroom. Lin Weixia, who always walked slowly, was packing up her things slowly when Qiu Minghua suddenly came over and asked in a low voice, "Student Lin, what kind of curse did you cast on my classmate?"
"Ah?" Lin Weixia responded belatedly.
"He doesn't play basketball anymore, and he doesn't go to the observatory anymore. He seems to have something to do. I don't think he has anything to do, except that he wants to take you home. Mr. Ben has such a bad temper, but he's like a giant dog in front of you. You must have bewitched him!"
"Ban Sheng has always been willing to help others." Lin Weixia carefully considered her words.
Qiu Minghua wanted to say something else, but suddenly he felt his throat tighten. A dark shadow pressed down on him, and Ban Sheng, who was taller than him, grabbed his throat from behind.
"Wrong, wrong." Qiu Minghua immediately slid to his knees, his neck being hit by a strong arm, and his throat tightened.
Qiu Minghua was beaten by Ban Sheng several times and then he ran out, leaving only the two of them in the empty classroom. An orange sun shone in, and Lin Weixia was still packing her textbooks. The two walked out one after the other.
"Student Lin." Ban Sheng called her in a lazy tone.
Lin Weixia was holding a book and subconsciously said "hmm" when she heard the shout. Ban Sheng turned around unexpectedly and a face suddenly appeared in front of him. Their noses met and the voice shook in his ears, making him itchy and numb:
"You really think I'm helpful?"
"Go ask me if I treat others the same way."
Ban Sheng's house has a piano room. When Lin Weixia practices piano at his house, he usually stays next door to accompany her, watching movies or playing games to pass the time.
Or he simply did nothing, moved a U-shaped sofa into the room, and leaned his head against it to watch her play the violin. After a while, his thin eyelids drooped and he became drowsy.
During the intermission, Ban Sheng asked her to come over for a drink of water. Lin Weixia put her bow aside and sat down on the sofa. Ban Sheng leaned over and was about to mix her a glass of salty lemon seven.
Ban Sheng got up and went to get the pickled lemons from the refrigerator, then walked towards the sofa. A shadow fell and the boy slumped back on the sofa. Just then, Lin Weixia's cell phone on the table vibrated, and a slender white hand reached out to pick it up. He glanced at it.
Lin Weixia picked up the phone and replied with a focused look, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Ban Sheng picked up a can of 7-Up, and just as he was about to open it with his bony fingers through the silver pull ring, he paused and asked as if nothing had happened:
"Who are you talking to?"
Lin Weixia was still replying to the other party, quite immersed in it, without even raising her head:
"Zhou Jingze."
With a "click" sound, the ring was pulled open, and countless white bubbles gushed out. Ban Sheng said indifferently. Lin Weixia seemed to be remembering something, and looked up and said to him:
"I forgot to tell you that he is a friend I met when I went to Beijing to participate in a cello competition. He is a very good cello player and a talented player. There happens to be a competition this time and I want to ask him if I don't understand something."
Lin Weixia lowered her head again after she finished speaking. Ban Sheng's expression did not change at all. He looked cool, but he calmly broke the short pull ring in half, with a hint of provocation at the corner of his lips:
"Oh."
Lin Weixia was still in the chat box with Zhou Jingze. He asked her to record a practice video and send it to him later so that the problem could be solved.
She typed "OK" in the dialog box and was about to send it out when an oppressive shadow fell over her. Before she could react, her phone was snatched away by a long arm.
"Give it back to me." Lin Weixia immediately reached out to grab it.
Ban Sheng relied on his tall stature and long legs to hold up the phone so that Lin Weixia couldn't reach it. Seeing that Lin Weixia's cold face finally changed, he wanted to tease her and raised it this way and that.
But Lin Weixia is not a well-behaved cat, she is a butterfly that can sting people. She sat there and snatched the phone for a while and then ignored Ban Sheng. When he relaxed, she immediately turned around to snatch the phone.
But Ban Sheng reacted faster, holding up his phone, and Lin Weixia pounced on him regardless. With a "bang", they both fell on the sofa. Lin Weixia pressed her whole body on him. She smelled the faint scent of shower gel on his body, mixed with the pleasant ebony scent, which tickled her heart bit by bit.
Lin Weixia put her hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. She realized that he had single eyelids and his eyes were as dark as the unpredictable night sky. The mole on his cheek was even more bewitching. If she looked at him for a second longer, she would almost be sucked in. Her hand on his chest felt hotter and hotter.
The heartbeat became clearer, stronger and faster.
Ban Sheng stared at the cherry-red lips in front of him. He could touch them if he moved an inch upwards. His pointed Adam's apple slid slowly along with them. He reached out and touched her head, pretending to push it down. When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, but he smiled nonchalantly:
"Now should I kiss upwards, or should you take the initiative to kiss downwards?"
"You choose."