Parallel Lines of Rebirth

Chapter 23: Day 1

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On September 2, Wen Liang reported to Qingzhou No. 1 Senior High School with his schoolbag on his back. When he walked into Class 3 of Grade 1, nearly half of the students were already there. Many of them were his junior high school classmates. They had not seen each other for a summer vacation, so they gathered together happily to talk about their vacation anecdotes. Those who could be admitted to Qingzhou No. 1 Senior High School were all top students from various schools. It was rare for someone like Wen Liang to have average grades and a good character to get in during the high school entrance examination, so his grades were at the bottom of the class.

High school is a very strange stage. It is a place where you can make good friends who will accompany you for life, experience an unforgettable first love, and spend your youth in groups of three or five. In his previous life's high school career, Wen Liang had nothing except knowing Tan Yu.

But in this life, perhaps there will be many differences.

Wen Liang found an empty seat and sat down, drawing circles on the table out of boredom. Although he had lived two lives, to be honest, he had no knowledge of his classmates, except Ji Su, who almost changed the trajectory of his life.

Ji Su and Meng Ke walked into the classroom with a smile. It was a great joy to be admitted to the same school and assigned to the same class as their best friend from junior high school. The noisy voices in the classroom stopped the moment Ji Su came in. Time seemed to pass quietly, and it seemed to become eternal at this moment. This girl in a bright yellow dress was destined to become the topic of conversation for many people for many years from the first day of school.

Ji Su frowned her pretty eyebrows, Meng Ke pulled her clothes and pointed to the third row on the far left, where there was no one except a little boy drawing circles on the table. The two of them went over and sat down hand in hand, and then countless whispers rang out in the classroom:

"Which junior high school is this girl from? Why have I never heard of her?"

"That's Ji Su, he's a famous person in No. 2 Middle School."

"She's really very elegant. We've been blessed for the past three years..."

"Damn, why didn't I sit over there just now? That kid got lucky!"

Ji Su was too lazy to pay attention to these boring words. Meng Ke whispered something in her ear, which made Ji Su pinch her face, making her look quite delicate and cute.

The man who was drawing circles behind them was ignored. It was not Ji Su's fault. Wen Liang had no sense of existence in junior high school. Even though he was slapped that day, Ji Su only knew his name. After two months of summer vacation, he even forgot what Wen Liang looked like.

Although Wen Liang would no longer hold a grudge against Ji Su like he did in the past, he had no intention of having any contact with the other party. No matter whether Gu Wenyuan and Mu Shanshan came to cause trouble for her, Ji Su knew that she was the one who changed her three years of high school life in her previous life.

"Classmate, do you have blue ink? I forgot to bring mine." Meng Ke is very pretty. Although she is not as beautiful as Ji Su, she can still be described as beautiful and charming.

Wen Liang shook his head and said nothing.

Meng Ke looked at him in confusion. Although she and Ji Su went to the same school in junior high school, they were not in the same class, so she had no impression of Wen Liang. With her appearance and the status of Ji Su's close friend, she had never met such a cool boy. Even someone like Gu Wenyuan always smiled at her. Of course, she was not the kind of vain and superficial girl, and she didn't think there was anything to be proud of being flattered by a stinky boy, but it would be a bit strange to occasionally meet someone like Wen Liang who ignored her.

Meng Ke smiled, said thank you and turned away.

Wen Liang had a better impression of Meng Ke. A beautiful woman who was not self-righteous and was so polite was almost as rare as a national treasure after so many years.

After all, girls of this era are much simpler and cuter.

I raised my head and looked at the back of the girl with a ponytail in front of me again after two periods of time. This girl was the most popular girl in the school from junior high school to high school. She had taught countless little boys to know the beauty of dreams, the sadness of secret love, the moment of heartbeat and the eternity of memories. She carried the dreams of many boys in their youth and made many people understand the unreachable distance between dreams and reality. How many people quietly watched her back in the stairwell, at the railings, and by the path, but could not take a step forward.

This step seems like the end of the world!

Ji Su is the reddest maple leaf, the tallest poplar tree in this era of fluttering white clothes, and the purest fairy tale in everyone's heart.

Unfortunately, all this has nothing to do with Wen Liang. All his fantasies about Ji Su disappeared after that slap, under Gu Wenyuan's ridicule, and under Mu Shanshan's punches, along with the three years of high school that suffocated him.

The door was pushed open and the classroom fell into a brief pause again.

A white hairpin holds her shoulder-length black hair to her ears. Under two delicate eyebrows are big, deep and clear eyes, a crystal nose, thin red lips, and a round yet soft profile, just like a master writing a stunning painting with his natural talent on the spotless white paper.

This kind of beauty is different from the youthful purity of Ji Su and Xu Yao, and different from the charming style of Zuo Yuxi. She is kind in her coldness and tough in her gentleness. She can be regarded as the best among women.

The classroom was quiet for only a few seconds before it immediately became noisy, which was completely different from the few minutes of silence caused by Ji Su just now. This shows that, except for a few people with alternative tastes, boys of this era are still very principled: those over 18 are women, and women, buddies ignore them!

Wen Liang chuckled and whispered to himself: "Children still don't understand anything..."

"Students, please be quiet for a moment," the beautiful teacher wrote the three characters "Ye Yuting" on the blackboard, looked at the students in the audience and said softly, "My name is Ye Yuting, and I'm the head teacher of your new grade. You have just come to Qingyi Middle School from different schools and to this unfamiliar environment. Some of you may not be able to adapt. But it doesn't matter, you are new classmates, and I am also your new teacher. Two negatives equal a positive, and they cancel each other out."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the students gave warm applause to the new head teacher. Many people were thinking: This teacher seems easy to get along with, and the future will surely be good.

As it turned out, reality was cruel, and soon after, those who had such thoughts slapped themselves hard in the face.

Ye Yuting? She wasn't the head teacher in her previous life. What happened? And Wen Liang felt that this name sounded very familiar.

What followed was the routine self-introduction. The students took turns going on stage and said nothing more than "My name is something, and I hope we can help each other and make progress together." Wen Liang was touching his fingers bored, and only raised his head when Meng Ke came on stage and remembered her name.

Ji Su stood up from her seat. The dress made her well-developed figure look even more graceful. Both her temperament and appearance were beyond the imagination of boys of her age. Therefore, the applause became more and more enthusiastic, which was incomparable to any other girl before.

Wen Liang's eyes were calm, Ji Su could no longer make him have any strange emotions. However, a girl who sat next to him later curled her lips and muttered, "It's amazing to be beautiful."

Wen Liang smiled. This girl looked very ordinary, so it was natural for him to feel this way. He gave her a thumbs up and whispered, "Well said. It's amazing to be beautiful."

The girl didn't expect that there was still a boy who hadn't been knocked unconscious among the crowd. She felt like she had found a comrade-in-arms and praised him in a low voice: "Classmate, you have a firm stand and strong will. I think you will be rich and powerful, and you will achieve great things in the future!"

Wen Liang was speechless, but he really couldn't remember that there was such a little witch in Class 13 back then. After a while, he said woodenly: "Thank you for your good words!"

The two of them were making such a fuss that no one could hear clearly what Ji Su said on the stage. However, from the increasingly enthusiastic applause from the audience, it was clear that her self-introduction must have been very popular among the boys.

Next, the little witch came on stage. Wen Liang then learned her name: Song Ziyun. The name doesn't match the person! When Wen Liang came on stage, the audience burst into applause. Coincidentally, there was only one boy, Wen Liang, in the two rows in front and behind Ji Su. As the saying goes, those who are close to the water get the moon first. The boys were naturally reluctant to give him some applause because they shared the same hatred for the enemy. However, a few girls saw that although Wen Liang was not good-looking, he had a slender figure and a gentle temperament, so they gave him a few symbolic applause.

Wen Liang stood on the stage, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and said in a calm and generous voice that was not seen at his age: "My name is Wen Liang, Wen for gentle, Liang for forgiving. However, I am neither gentle nor good at forgiving others, so this name is completely wrong. But my body and hair are given by my parents, and I can't change them even if I want to." The audience laughed kindly, and the atmosphere was much warmer than before. "But I think many things can be changed. For example, you and I were strangers yesterday, but today we are gathered together. We may become friends in the future, and even better, good friends. But if we want to go further than good friends... Sorry, I have to wait until I grow up!"

The audience burst into laughter. Some nosy people even slammed their hands on the table. But some good kids curled their lips in disdain. Wen Liang ignored them all and continued, "I remember after the high school entrance exam results were announced, a classmate said to me, 'Wen Liang, you look average, your height is average, your grades are average, you don't look like you can get into Qing No. 1 Middle School.' I answered him, 'Classmate, even though you look great, your height is great, your grades are great, and you look like a combination of Andy Lau, Yao Ming, and Einstein, you can only live out your days in that crappy place called No. 19 Middle School.'"

There is an allusion to this statement. The two best schools in Qingzhou, Qing No. 1 Middle School and No. 19 Middle School, have been rivals for many years. They have been competing in all aspects, including academic competitions, math Olympiads, college entrance examination scores, sports, art, music, etc. Both sides have won and lost, and have also forged a deadly feud. The students of the two schools do not get along with each other. Once there is an occasion and platform for public competition, they will not give up until they fight to the death. There are two sayings circulating in Qingzhou No. 1 High School: If you are a member of Qing No. 1 Middle School, you will step on the ghosts of No. 19 Middle School. If you eat the food of Qing No. 1 Middle School, you will spit the water of No. 19 Middle School. This shows the grudge between the two schools.

Since they entered Qingyi Middle School, everyone immediately accepted this fine tradition unconditionally and spared no effort in discrediting No. 19 Middle School. Therefore, Wen Liang's words immediately resonated with everyone, and laughter and applause flew, the enthusiasm was no less than Ji Su's striptease on the podium:)

“So, Qingyi Middle School is where we grow up and where we create miracles and our future. There is no third-rate school, only third-rate life. I hope that in the coming year, I can be like everyone else, closely united around Class 13 with Teacher Ye as the core, and contribute to the construction of the entire class. Thank you!”

Wen Liang nodded to Ye Yuting very gracefully, then clasped his fists to the audience like in martial arts novels. The audience immediately burst into laughter and applause went up to the sky.