lerbook Chapter 226 Hug Him First
Chapter 226 Hug Him First
After the 100-day countdown rally, the dreaded college entrance examination draws ever closer.
Everyone says that they studied hard for twelve years just to defeat this devil.
Teachers say it, schools say it, parents say it, society and the world are all talking about it.
Even Zhao Qihang, who is usually carefree and jovial, stopped making a fuss.
He listens attentively in class and doesn't make noise after class. He lies on his desk doing problems, occasionally looking up with his eyes fixed on something far away.
The whole class, or rather the entire senior year, entered a sprint mode.
Even when Wang Feng was patrolling the evening self-study area, he couldn't help but slow his pace.
In April, the weather in Wuhan was already quite hot.
The old-fashioned fan overhead creaked and groaned, the dust on its blades being flung off and floating in the sunlight.
It seems to be urging these children to grow up quickly, to grow up quickly.
First mock exam, second mock exam, city-wide joint exam, province-wide joint exam, five-province joint exam.
They were forced into the battlefield one after another, like ducks being herded into a cage.
Some say that the final year of high school feels like an eternity.
But when you look up...
86 days until the college entrance exam, 72 days until the college entrance exam...
You'll find that time flies by.
The classroom was quiet during evening self-study.
The fan was spinning, the pen tip was scratching on the paper, someone was turning the pages of a book occasionally, and someone was coughing occasionally.
Xiao Yunqing sat by the window with a math test paper spread out in front of her, the last big question.
She read the question once, but didn't understand it.
I read it again, wrote two lines on the draft paper, and crossed them out.
I wrote two more lines, then crossed them out.
She put down her pen, leaned on the table, buried her face in her arms, and her shoulders were shaking.
It was very light, as if it was afraid of being seen.
Song Huan looked up from the exam paper and glanced at her.
"What's wrong?"
She didn't move.
He put down his pen, leaned closer, and asked, "Xiao Yunqing?"
Her voice came from under her arm, muffled and choked with sobs.
"I'm so stupid, I'm so dumb, I can't write it."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
Her innermost thoughts drifted over, fragmented, like pieces of paper scattered by the wind.
Why can everyone else do it?
[I'm the only one who doesn't know how.]
[How useless I am.]
[I failed the exam.]
[I definitely won't pass the exam.]
Song Huan pulled her draft paper over and glanced at the question.
Conic sections, question 3.
He picked up his pen, drew a picture on the paper, and wrote two lines.
I paused for a moment, then wrote two more lines.
He looked at her; she was slumped over the table, her shoulders still trembling.
He lowered his voice, "Don't cry, I'll teach you. It's just one question, it's no big deal."
She didn't look up; he pushed the draft paper in front of her.
"Look, first set the points, then write the equations..."
As he was speaking, he stopped writing.
I stared at those few lines of text on the paper for a while.
I wrote two more lines, then stopped.
His brows furrowed.
To his embarrassment, he later discovered that he didn't know the answer to this question either.
Xiao Yunqing lifted her head from under her arm, her eyes red and tears still clinging to her eyelashes.
She paused for a moment, watching him stare blankly at the draft paper.
Song Huan put down her pen, slumped onto the table, and buried her face in her arms. "I'm so stupid."
The muffled voice came from under his arm, "I can't write it either."
Xiao Yunqing looked at him, at the way he was slumped over the table with his arms swaying, and couldn't help but chuckle.
As I laughed, tears started falling again.
She reached out and pinched the flesh on his waist.
"Don't copy me!"
Song Huan grunted, raised his head, and grimaced.
They both laughed, but then they stopped laughing.
The fan outside the window was still spinning, creaking and groaning.
……
After evening self-study, the streetlights were on, casting a dim yellow light on the road.
The two walked side by side, their shadows trailing on the ground, one long and one short.
Song Huan saw a stall selling bowl-shaped rice cakes across the street. Steaming baskets were stacked on the cart, and steam was rising from the gaps in the baskets.
"Would you like some?"
Xiao Yunqing nodded.
Song Huan smiled and said, "Then you wait here for me, I'll go buy it."
Xiao Yunqing stood obediently in place, watching him cross the road.
He walked up to the stall, said something to the owner, and the owner lifted the lid of the steamer and took two skewers.
He took it, turned around, raised his hand to her, and waved it.
Xiao Yunqing smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
The kapok trees by the roadside are in bloom, their red blossoms hanging in large clusters on the branches, without any leaves, only flowers.
Song Huan looked up and picked two flowers.
One hand holds a bowl-shaped rice cake, the other holds a flower.
He stood across the street, across the zebra crossing, and called out to her, "Do you like these flowers?"
Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then nodded.
She watched him standing under the streetlight, holding flowers and rice cakes, laughing like a fool.
She wondered to herself, when he came over, should she take the rice cake first or the flowers first?
She thought about it and already had the answer in her heart.
[Hold him first!]
Song Huan stood across the street, watching her.
The streetlights shone on her face, making her eyes appear very bright.
She was wearing her school uniform, her ponytail tied high, standing there obediently, as if waiting for someone important.
Suddenly, a voice came to his mind—not one he heard, but one he felt.
Like a breeze, carrying her warmth.
[Hold him first!]
He paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.
At that moment, the light turned green. Song Huan, holding a bowl of rice cake in her left hand and a flower in her right, strode towards Xiao Yunqing.
Xiao Yunqing stood there expectantly, ready to reach out and hug him when he approached.
Six meters, five meters, three meters...
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.
But at that moment, a car rushed out from the street corner.
The car headlights were very bright, glaringly white, and blinding.
There was no slowdown, no horn.
It rushed straight onto the zebra crossing.
Song Huan subconsciously turned her head away.
He saw the car.
The light shone on his face, making it appear as a white blur.
The bowl-shaped rice cake flew up.
It spun twice in the air, then landed on the ground and shattered.
The red bean paste spilled out and smeared on the ground.
The kapok flowers were run over by tires, and the red petals shattered, staining the ground like blood.
Xiao Yunqing stood still.
Her smile was still on her face, she hadn't had time to wipe it off.
Her hand was still raised, ready to hug him.
She watched him stand on the zebra crossing, watched him belied by the car headlights, watched him fly up, and watched him fall down.
"Song Huan!"
The sound squeezed out of her throat, sharp and broken, like glass being shattered.
She ran over, her school uniform billowing in the wind, her ponytail coming undone.
She threw herself to the ground and knelt beside him.
His face was pale, and his eyes were closed.
Blood was all over his forehead, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground. It was red and mixed with the kapok petals, making it impossible to tell which was the flower and which was the blood.
"Song Huan!"
She called him, but he didn't answer.
"Song Huan!"
She still didn't respond. Her hand was trembling. She touched his face, then shuddered and pulled it back.
She reached out again and took his hand.
She lowered her head and pressed her face against his hand.
Tears fell, landing on his fingers, drop by drop.
People gathered around.
Some people were making phone calls, some were shouting "Call an ambulance," and some were maintaining order.
She can't hear anything.
All she could hear was her own heartbeat, thumping so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
Her voice grew increasingly choked with sobs, and she finally broke down in tears.
"Please open your eyes and look at me..."