lerbook Chapter 119 High School Life
Chapter 119 High School Life
The two blond-haired men were arrested the next day.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, under the blazing sun, they squatted on the side of the street eating fried noodles.
When the police car drove up from the street corner, Huang Mao thought it was just passing by.
The car door opened, and four people got out.
The one in the lead was wearing a police uniform with two flowers on his epaulets. He was over 1.8 meters tall and stood there like a wall.
The blond-haired man was squatting by the roadside eating when he was so startled that he dropped his chopsticks.
"Director Xiao, we checked the surveillance footage, and it's these two."
Xiao Haifeng glanced at them but didn't say anything.
Two police officers came up from behind, one on each side, and pinned them against the wall.
The blond-haired man's face was pressed against the wall bricks, so hot that he hissed.
The bald man was pinned to the ground, and fried noodles were spilled all over the floor.
"Officer, I... I didn't do anything wrong."
No one cares about him.
Xiao Haifeng walked up to Huang Mao and looked down at him.
"What did you do last night?"
The blond-haired man's mind went blank.
He suddenly remembered that little girl.
A woman in a white dress, with a high ponytail, stood under a streetlamp, her eyes red.
"Officer, I didn't, I didn't touch it!"
"So, who do you want to touch?"
Xiao Haifeng's voice wasn't loud, but Huang Mao felt like he'd been doused with a bucket of ice water from head to toe.
The police officers escorted the person into the car.
Xiao Haifeng stood on the street and lit a cigarette.
I took two puffs, stubbed it out, and threw it in the trash can.
"Check their criminal records, those who have stolen things, those who have been in fights, don't miss a single one."
"Yes."
The car door closed.
As the police car drove away, the shade of the roadside trees swayed slightly.
Huang Mao looked out of the car window. The street lamp at the street corner was still on, stark white, just like that night.
He lowered his head, his hands trembling.
Damn it, I messed with the wrong person.
Song Huan only learned about these things later when Xiao Haifeng mentioned them casually during a meal.
"We arrested more than a dozen people, each of whom had a criminal record. One of them even had a murder case on his record and had been on the run for several years. It can be considered as solving one of the cases in the bureau."
Xiao Haifeng picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in Xiao Yunqing's bowl.
Song Huan immediately said, "Good, good job catching them! These thugs who harass little girls should be arrested!"
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and ate her rice without saying a word.
However, when Song Huan glanced at her, her ears turned red.
……
There was no big deal when I left during the summer vacation.
As the calendar turned from August to September, Zhang Xuejuan began stuffing things into Song Huan's schoolbag.
Snacks, fruits, and dried fruits.
"Mom, the school has a cafeteria."
"Nothing in the cafeteria can taste as good as home-cooked food."
Song Huan didn't say anything, and stuffed the jar into her schoolbag.
Xiao Yunqing was waiting for him downstairs.
Wearing a white school uniform and blue school pants, her ponytail was tied high, and she was carrying a bulging bag in her hand.
"What did you bring?"
I won't tell you.
She walked ahead, her steps light and quick.
The sandals clicked and clattered on the cement floor.
The bus has arrived.
The two people got on the bus and sat in the last row.
The trees outside the window receded one by one, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on Xiao Yunqing's face.
She leaned against the window, squinting her eyes, almost asleep.
Song Huan took the bag from her hand and placed it on her lap.
She stirred, but didn't wake up.
Class 4 of Grade 11 is on the third floor at the corner.
The classroom was small, and the desks and chairs were old, with words carved by the previous students on the tabletops.
Some people carved "early", some carved their names, and one carved "Good luck on the college entrance exam" in a crooked and messy way.
When Song Huan arrived, there were already quite a few people standing in the corridor.
After handing the schoolbag to Xiao Yunqing, Song Huan went to the office first.
Lu Xu, the homeroom teacher of Class 4, Grade 11, was sitting behind his desk, wearing glasses, looking at the report cards.
He was in his forties, with his hair neatly combed and his shirt tucked into his trousers, looking very proper.
He looked up and glanced at Song Huan.
"You're Song Huan?"
"Um."
Lu Xu flipped the report card to the first page and pointed to the top line.
"Chinese 60, English 100, Math 122, Physics 88, Chemistry 85, Biology 90."
He adjusted his glasses.
"With your grades, you're good enough for Class 1, 2, or 3. As for the diarrhea you had during your Chinese exam, I'll talk to the grade head; you don't need to worry about class assignments."
Song Huan stood there and said earnestly, "Teacher, no need."
Lu Xu raised his head.
"Class 4 is pretty good," Song Huan said. "Several of my classmates from Class 8 are in this class too."
Lu Xu looked at him for a few seconds.
Are you sure?
"Sure."
Lu Xu put down the report card and nodded.
"Okay, then go and report for duty."
Song Huan turned and walked out.
As they reached the door, Lu Xu said something behind him.
"Don't get diarrhea next time, Chinese class."
Song Huan smiled but didn't turn around.
The back door of Class 4 was open.
Song Huan walked in through the back door; the classroom was already mostly full.
Some people were looking down at their textbooks, some were catching up on sleep on their desks, and some were turning around to talk to the people behind them.
The people in the front row looked up at him, then looked down again.
He walked in, his gaze sweeping over the third and fourth rows.
Someone in the back row stood up.
A ponytail, a white school uniform, and her hand raised high, waving at him.
Xiao Yunqing stood there, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
Song Huan smiled slightly and walked over.
There was an empty seat next to her, with his schoolbag on the chair.
There was a bottle of milk on the table, with water droplets condensing on the bottle, it looked like it had just been bought.
He sat down.
"morning."
"It's getting late." She pointed to the clock on the wall. "Class starts in five minutes."
Zhao Qihang peeked out from behind, his chubby face squeezed between the two tables.
"I knew you'd come to Class 4."
He patted Song Huan on the shoulder with considerable force.
"The four of us, brothers for life! Aren't you touched?"
Song Huan ignored him.
Zhao Qihang didn't mind and continued, "That big oaf Chen Xu is here too. Look, sit next to me."
Chen Xu sat next to Zhao Qihang, his chair was a bit lower than the others, so his legs were stretched out a lot.
He scratched his head and smiled at Song Huan.
"Song Huan, what are you doing in this class? Your grades are better than all of ours, you should be in the top class."
Zhao Qihang slapped him on the back of the head; it wasn't hard, but the sound was crisp.
"Are you an idiot?"
Chen Xu covered his head, looking completely bewildered.
Zhao Qihang gestured towards Song Huan with his lip, then looked at Xiao Yunqing.
"Didn't you see who his deskmate was?"
Chen Xu paused for a moment, then looked at Song Huan and then at Xiao Yunqing.
Xiao Yunqing's face turned red starting from her neck and burning all the way to the tips of her ears.
She lowered her head and rubbed her fingers on the milk bottle.
Chen Xu scratched his head and smiled.
"Yeah, if it were me, I would have stayed here too."
Zhao Qihang rolled his eyes, turned around, and lay down on the table.
Song Huan smiled without saying a word, took the milk, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.
It's cool and sweet.
Xiao Yunqing whispered from the side, "I bought those."
"I know, thank you."
She didn't say anything, but smiled softly.
The back door was open.
A breeze blew in from the corridor, carrying the smell of the rubber track on the playground, and it was hot and humid.
Song Huan's bangs were blown up by the wind, and he squinted.
The person next to her was looking down at her textbook, her ponytail hanging down her shoulders, the ends of her hair slightly split.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling brightly on the back of her hand.
He leaned back in his chair, finished his milk, and stuffed the bottle into the drawer.
The school bell rang.
Lu Xu walked in through the front door and slammed his lesson plan onto the table.
The classroom fell silent.
He glanced down, his gaze lingered on Song Huan for a moment, then looked away.
"This semester, I am your homeroom teacher."
The chalk wrote two characters on the blackboard: Lu Xu.
"There aren't many rules: don't talk in class, hand in your homework, and don't cheat on exams."
He paused.
"Regarding the class assignments, if someone wants to leave, I won't stop them. If someone wants to stay, I won't rush them. They have to walk the path they chose themselves."
The classroom was quiet.
Zhao Qihang fell silent, and Chen Xu stopped scratching his head.
Xiao Yunqing sat upright with her hands on her knees.
Lu Xu opened his textbook.
"Attend class."
The chalk fell on the blackboard with a soft, scratching sound.
There were people playing ball outside the window, and their shouts could be heard in the distance.
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, inhaling the faint scent of laundry detergent beside her.
The sunlight outside the window is just right.
Life in Class 4, Grade 11 begins today.