Shi Yang excelled in his studies, and had a naturally ticulous personality. Whenever he sat in class, he was upright like a model student, with his school uniform neatly worn. He sat in the pri spot in the middle of the third row, attentively listening to the teacher on the podium explaining the new sester’s curriculum.
Shi Yang was handso; in fact, he was arguably the most good-looking among the boys in his class and possibly even in the entire third-year cohort, with a smooth build and striking appearance.
He sat upright at his desk, with short black hair, fair skin, bright and lively eyes, and especially well-ford lips. When he looked people in the eye, his lips often carried a slight, pleasant smile, making him particularly attractive.
Shi Yang carried a branded backpack from a departnt store, and wore genuine leather sandals that thudded softly against the ground, unlike regular plastic shoes that clacked loudly.
Good looks, excellent grades, and a privileged background made Shi Yang early on the object of interest for the school’s girls; the pretty ones were eager, while the average ones quietly adored him.
Shi Yang was punctual, arriving in class right on ti in the mornings. During class ti, he stayed in the classroom, and after class, he played basketball with a group of close friends on the field. If girls wanted to confess to him, they had to catch him on the way to and from school, or corner him at the classroom door during breaks.
Zhao ii, carrying her new pink backpack, ran all the way to the school building Shi Yang had pointed out to her. Finding the entrance, she went in and climbed to the second floor, searching for the classroom along the door numbers.
Third year, class one, third year, class one...
Zhao ii found the doorway of the third-year class one classroom, and the large door was wide open with the horoom teacher’s voice coming from inside. Zhao ii instinctively bent down, moving forward against the wall.
Just as she reached the door, she craned her neck to peep inside and imdiately spotted Shi Yang.
Zhao ii waved at Shi Yang, but everyone inside was focused on listening to the teacher, so no one looked outside.
Feeling a bit disappointed, Zhao ii withdrew her head, took two steps back, hugged her backpack, and squatted to wait for Shi Yang after school.
After quite a while, noisy chatter began to echo in the corridor, as classes started to end one after another.
Zhao ii glanced aside, then refocused her gaze on Shi Yang’s classroom door, where the teacher’s powerful voice still continued.
"Hey? Little student, are you waiting for soone?"
Zhao ii turned her head to see a pair of straight, slender legs. Looking upwards, she saw a knee-length skirt, white shirt, and the sumr uniform from Sixth Middle School.
The speaker was a pretty junior high school girl who looked like a doll.
Zhao ii stood up and politely greeted, her voice crisp, "Hello, Sister."
The girl quickly put a finger to her lips, signaling her to quiet down. After making the gesture, she peeked at the classroom door to ensure the teacher hadn’t noticed, then breathed a sigh of relief.
The middle school girl stood by the wall next to Zhao ii and asked her, "How long have you been here?"
Zhao ii pursed her lips, "For a while now."
The middle school girl nodded, just about to speak when soone suddenly dashed out from the classroom door.
Zhao ii turned her head to follow her gaze, and once she saw who it was, she bead and quickly said, "Brother Yangyang!"
The middle school girl also expressed excitent, "Shi Yang!"
After calling out, Zhao ii and the middle school girl looked at each other.
The middle school girl smiled, "So you were waiting for Shi Yang?"
Zhao ii nodded and gave her a broad smile, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
Shi Yang reached out to take Zhao ii’s backpack, patted her on the head, "Waited for a long ti? I’ll need a few more minutes, wait for a bit."
Zhao ii agreed.
"Shi Yang!" the middle school girl called, lowering her voice.
Shi Yang gave her a brief look, frowned, ignored her, and walked back into the classroom carrying Zhao ii’s backpack.
The middle school girl kept staring at Shi Yang’s back, and only after he turned into the classroom door did she look away.
She whispered to Zhao ii, "Shi Yang is your brother?"
Zhao ii leaned against the wall, nodded, and likewise responded quietly, "Yes."
The middle school girl gave Zhao ii a slight smile, "Your brother is really cool."
Zhao ii, with the air of a little adult, looked at the middle school girl, her dark eyes turning like a thinker’s, "Of course, he’s my brother!"
When Zhao ii called her brother, she elongated the tone, carrying the innate swagger and pride of a mischievous child.
Zhao ii asked, "Sister, you’re waiting for my brother too?"
The middle school girl nodded, "Yes, I’m Liu Qujing, you can call Sister Jing."
Zhao ii obediently addressed her, "Sister Jing."
Liu Qujing pulled her backpack off her back and took out a lollipop to hand to Zhao ii, "Here, for you."
Zhao ii waved her hand to refuse, "My mom doesn’t allow to take other people’s things."
Liu Qujing chuckled, "You’re quite interesting, it’s okay, I’m just giving you candy, not taking anything."
Zhao ii still didn’t accept, "Thank you, but I don’t want it."
Liu Qujing didn’t insist, put the candy back in her pocket, and asked, "What’s your na?"
Zhao ii announced, "I’m Zhao ii."
Liu Qujing paused, "Your surna is Zhao? You’re not Shi Yang’s real sister?"
Zhao ii glared, dissatisfied, "Why wouldn’t I be? I’m definitely his real sister!"
Hearing this, Liu Qujing misunderstood, thinking Zhao ii and Shi Yang were half-siblings, sa mother, different fathers. She nodded understandingly, thinking Shi Yang’s parents were quite progressive, as divorce was sothing people kept hidden back then, unwilling to let outsiders know, feeling sha and fearing gossip.
After waiting for a while, Shi Yang’s class ended. When the teacher ca out and saw Zhao ii, he visibly hesitated, "Are you Shi Yang’s sister?"
Zhao ii quickly greeted politely, "Hello, Teacher."
The teacher glanced at her, nodded, and turned away.
Soundlessly trailing out next was Shi Yang, who carried both backpacks. Shi Yang slung his own backpack over his shoulder, carried Zhao ii’s bag in the other hand, and reached out to hold her hand.
Liu Qujing stretched her arm to stop him, "Shi Yang, I need to talk to you."
Shi Yang’s eyelids lifted indifferently, "I don’t have ti."
Shi Yang pulled Zhao ii’s small hand, intending to leave side by side.
Liu Qujing blocked the path, not letting them through. Classmates gradually ca out from the classroom, and Qu Chaozong called from behind, "Shi Yang! Hey! Wait for !"
Everyone saw Shi Yang holding a little girl and blocked by the class flower from class three. The classmates who were originally busy and noisy instinctively quieted down and turned to watch the commotion.
Indeed, Shi Yang was sotis stopped by girls seeking a confession or phone number outside the first-year class door, but today was different. The person blocking him was the class flower of class three, Liu Qujing.
Liu Qujing was pretty and the most adored doll-like type by junior high school boys, with big eyes, double eyelids, and long black hair tied at the back, revealing a smooth forehead, resembling the dolls in display cases, drawing lots of affection.
Qu Chaozong hurried near Shi Yang, without much tact, he stroked Zhao ii’s head, "Hey, ii!"
Zhao ii turned, seeing it was Qu Chaozong, she quickly greeted, "Hello, Brother."
Qu Chaozong grinned, asking her, "How do you feel about your first day at school?"
Zhao ii responded honestly, revealing her shortcoming, "I talked to my deskmate and was called out by the teacher to recite my na."
Qu Chaozong burst into laughter, "Ah? You got called out on the first day for talking?"
Embarrassed by the teasing, Zhao ii, with her small face turning red, hugged Shi Yang’s waist and snuggled her face against him.
Shi Yang shoved Qu Chaozong, "What’s so funny about that!" He said, and then glancing at Zhao ii’s bashful, coy look, he couldn’t help but smile too.
Shi Yang dragged Zhao ii around Liu Qujing and walked forward.
Liu Qujing caught up behind, "Shi Yang!"
Shi Yang didn’t look back, and when he reached the stairs, he scooped up Zhao ii’s arm, hugging her, carried her down the stairs, treating her like a cherished treasure, indulging her imnsely.
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