The School Beauty from the Next Class Insisted I Confess - Chapter 21

The sky had just turned a deep orange-red, and the drama society actors backstage were cheering each other on.

Watching the auditorium seats fill up with more and more students, a sense of panic began to spread.

Xu Qingfeng felt things were going wrong if this continued.

She saw Xia Yiqiu, standing next to her, already on her feet. The girl had exquisite makeup on. She wore a light blue, tailored suit jacket and a white necktie on top, paired with a dark blue pencil skirt and thin high heels on the bottom. Her long hair fell in natural curves, truly the image of an elite teacher, and exceedingly beautiful.

In comparison, Xu Qingfeng was simpler. She wore a gloomy-style makeup look, revealing her forehead from behind her eye-covering bangs, and completed her costume with the school uniform. A few other pitiable members played the female lead’s parents and other teachers/leaders, and their attire was not as coordinated.

At this moment, the elite teacher, Xia Yiqiu, patted Xu Qingfeng’s hand, gathering the anxious members.

“My dear members, we’ve practiced for so long, we must believe in ourselves.”

Xia Yiqiu folded her arms. Although her words were meant to be comforting, the members felt a little creeped out by her demeanor.

Xu Qingfeng also stood up and moved to her side.

During rehearsals, Yiqiu wore her regular clothes, but her outfit today truly made her look like a teacher.

Intellectual, elegant, and possessing authority, the members dared not speak to her. Xu Qingfeng couldn’t take her eyes off her.

“Alright, I’m not a real teacher, come on, let’s all cheer loudly to boost our morale.” Xia Yiqiu suggested and demonstrated first.

“Go! Go! Go!” It was quite a feat for her to stomp the ground with those high heels, Xu Qingfeng couldn’t help but speak up.

“Be careful, don’t twist your ankle.” She reached out to help steady Xia Yiqiu, in case her voice made her lose balance.

Xia Yiqiu wasn’t new to high heels; she attended many of the Xia family’s banquets. However, she didn’t refuse Xu Qingfeng’s help this time.

“So, Vice President Xu, aren’t you going to say something?”

That loud? Xu Qingfeng wasn’t someone good at expressing herself, but the person in front of her was staring at her, waiting for a response.

She decided to go for it.

“Go!”

“Go!”

“Go!”

The continuous three shouts were loud enough for the students outside to hear, startling the members present and igniting their fighting spirit.

“Go!” Gao Zhi immediately echoed.

“You’re the best, Liang Hao.”

“Every one of you better perform well, says your director!”

This sudden commotion puzzled the audience outside, wondering if the people inside were mentally stable.

Xu Qingfeng felt Xia Yiqiu, who was now taller than her, lean down.

“President Xu, well done.”

“Well…, of course.” Her voice clearly hesitated. Her proud expression was fishing for praise.

“Is that so? Thank you, really.” Xia Yiqiu grabbed Xu Qingfeng’s sleeve and shook it playfully.

A teacher acting flirtatious with a student might not be appropriate, Xu Qingfeng’s mind involuntarily thought of their roles. She felt that Fu Qingfeng couldn’t possibly not like Shen Yiqiu, just as she, Xu Qingfeng, was unable to resist everything about Xia Yiqiu.

The performance was about to begin. Han Feng had a tough mission; he was in charge of photography, including backstage records and capturing highlights. Of course, this was unofficial photography, as the official school photographer was never that comprehensive or high-definition.

This camera was something Han, the Director, had begged and pleaded for from his cousin, an amateur photographer. He heard this “cannon” lens was precious. His cousin reluctantly handed him the camera bag.

Han Feng pulled hard, “I’ll take it,” and quickly ran away, followed by the cousin’s mother-hen-like warnings and threats.

“You must treat my baby well~.”

“Han Feng, you’re finished if there’s a single scratch.”

Recalling this, Han Feng still felt unsure. He had studied it for several days, hoping to get some good shots.

The host started speaking,

“The next performance is The Silent Quarrel, performed by the Psychology Drama Society.”

The show began, and the announcer read the introduction.

The first scene showed Shen Yiqiu teaching, with a diligent Fu Qingfeng in the audience. The audience could see her secretly pulling up her sleeve under the desk to look at her wound.

Oh, something’s up! The audience watched intently while discussing the plot in hushed tones.

Silence was impossible.

“No way, don’t you think Xia Yiqiu is even more beautiful today?” a student said to her best friend.

“Seriously, so beautiful, so charming, I’m yours, my queen.” This person had already become a fan purely based on looks.

Someone next to them quietly interjected.

“Don’t you think the gloomy Xu Qingfeng looks so cool?”

“Don’t mention it, I never noticed before.” The stage lights shone on Xu Qingfeng’s face, allowing the audience to see her features clearly.

The girl’s isolated and resilient expression drew attention. Her sharp brow line was not too severe, possessing a feminine softness. When she was called to the stage to write on the blackboard, her slim figure revealed distinct abdominal muscles.

The gasps from the audience were continuous, interrupting Xia Yiqiu’s immersed performance. She raised an eyebrow.

She looked at Xu Qingfeng; this little nerd was quite popular.

Simultaneously, the school forum exploded with comments.

The title was: Who is this? Fu Qingfeng, with a picture of Fu Qingfeng writing on the blackboard.

Heihe: I know, it’s Xu Qingfeng! My new public crush.

Baibai: Upstairs, please don’t steal someone else’s crush, that’s mine.

Doudou: Don’t misspeak, both of you, my crush will get angry.

Tutu: In that case, I’ll take Xia Yiqiu.

Langlang: Absolutely not!!!

Xu Qingfeng’s drastic contrast triggered the reaction that Gao Zhi had predicted: Your beauty will finally be known!

Only a few comments were drowned out: Do you guys still remember the last flag-raising ceremony? These two are kind of shippable!

Most people didn’t notice these similar comments, except for the excited replies from the fan club members who were not performing.

: Classmate, you have good taste!!!

The people on stage were performing, while the people below were multitasking, watching and replying on the forum.

Meanwhile, Class Monitor Wang was intensely focused on the stage, struggling with his internal turmoil.

Please, bless us, Heavens!

Han Feng shoved him aside, “Don’t block my camera, this is the best angle.”

Class Monitor Wang lay on the ground for a while, a “corpse,” before standing up again. By then, the stage action was more than halfway through, just reaching the moment of jumping off the cliff.

Thump, thump.

Class Monitor Wang’s heart pounded rapidly.

He watched as Xu Qingfeng on stage talked about leaving, and then jumped.

It’s fine, “Hi.” He knew it would be fine. But looking closely, why did that cushion seem to be deflating?

Oh no, it’s over. Class Monitor Wang covered his head, crying in despair, yet without actual tears, just a distorted face.

Xia Yiqiu, the President, was next! He desperately wanted to rush up, but it was impossible in just a few seconds.

Xu Qingfeng naturally noticed the abnormal cushion.

She quickly reacted, planted her feet firmly, and opened her arms.

A few seconds later, the person on the elevated platform saw her, and without hesitation, jumped into her embrace.

A perfect hug and spin quieted the already panicking people backstage.

Can I ship this?

Yes, absolutely, the members backstage answered themselves.

Class Monitor Wang cried, this time tears of joy.

Xu Qingfeng held Xia Yiqiu tightly. Thank goodness, she was safe.

“Little bookworm, aren’t you going to put me down?” A bright face appeared before her.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot.” Xu Qingfeng gently set her down.

“Phew, I’m glad you’re okay.” Xu Qingfeng felt a sense of relief. She felt that in that moment, it was instinctual. Yiqiu could not be harmed.

Liang Hao rushed up, “Yiqiu, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Qingfeng caught me.”

Liang Hao glanced at Xu Qingfeng.

Hm, good future son-in-law. She’d be the first to oppose anyone who tries to break up their ship.

Han Feng, the excitable one, had no reaction.

What did I just capture? Thinking of this scene, he specifically ran backstage to film.

That perfect spin, he captured it. I, the Director, must be a born director. Thank you, cousin, this camera of yours is amazing. It was so far away, yet so clear.

Xia Yiqiu, however, noticed him.

There was no time to investigate the exact cause of the inflatable cushion issue. The next scene was about to start, and everyone didn’t dare to delay, rushing to change the set.

When the scene reached Shen Yiqiu finding Fu Qingfeng’s suicide note, the audience cried. Perhaps they felt empathy, or perhaps they felt injustice for Fu Qingfeng. In any case, the group’s acting was good.

Finally, the grand finale came. Fu Qingfeng’s line, “Next life, I’ll wait for you. How about I become your teacher?” moved the entire audience and became a common phrase between best friends for a long time. Initially, the line carried a faint sadness, but later evolved into the hilarious “How about I become your teacher?”

This play achieved its original purpose. It not only sparked reflection among teachers and students, but also led parents who watched the video to reflect on themselves. In addition, the Psychology Drama Society became an overnight sensation at school, propelling Xu Qingfeng and Xia Yiqiu into campus celebrities.

Xu Qingfeng really wanted to ask Xia Yiqiu why she jumped down without any fear at that moment. She was no longer the timid person she used to be and asked the question that very night on the way home.

“Yiqiu, weren’t you afraid I wouldn’t catch you?”

The girl’s silvery laughter came from behind her, “Silly nerd, I trust you.”

Xu Qingfeng was delighted, but puzzled, “Why do you always call me a silly nerd?”

“Because you are a silly, silly nerd!” Otherwise, you would have already realized that I like you too.

Ever since she discovered Xu Qingfeng liked her during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she had been quite obvious in her actions—for example, resting her chin on the girl’s shoulder from time to time, and holding her hand. But the other person was always oblivious, thinking their friendship was purely innocent.

Forget it, it’s still early, there’s plenty of time.

“Yiqiu, why are you humming a song?”

“I feel like it. What, you got a problem?”

“No, I just thought it sounded nice.”

“Hmph.”

As for the ‘Qingxia Son,’ Class Monitor Wang, he immediately posted an apology in the group chat for his mistake. The members unanimously decided it was a case of well-intentioned but misguided action, but the result wasn’t bad, even a little surprising. Seeing the video Han Feng posted in the fan club chat, everyone could forgive him. Most importantly, it was the opinion of the people involved.

Xu Qingfeng was a bit angry, but Yiqiu had already spoken up to comfort and forgive the person when she saw the post, so Xu Qingfeng didn’t feel it was appropriate to say anything more.

Everyone agreed that the society’s funds were insufficient, and even if they had intervened, they wouldn’t have had a better solution.

The exciting and stimulating day was coming to an end. Han Feng planned to enjoy a good night’s sleep.

Beep, beep. New message on his phone.

Ah, who is it, this late at night?

He rubbed his eyes and saw it was the President.

Xia Yiqiu: Han Feng, are you asleep?

Han Feng: Not yet, President. What’s up?

Xia Yiqiu: Today, I saw it. You filmed the clip of the cliff jump, right?

Han Feng: Yes, President, I filmed it!!!

This was definitely something worth bragging about.

Han Feng: President, I’ll send it to you right away.

Xia Yiqiu: Okay.

Xia Yiqiu, who had been contemplating how to ask for it, felt grateful for Han Feng’s quick thinking.

Han Feng sent the video.

It was perfect, indeed.

Xia Yiqiu saved the video, turned off her phone, the smile on her lips still lingering.

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