The School Beauty from the Next Class Insisted I Confess - Chapter 22

After the performance, Xu Qingfeng felt very uncomfortable; people kept looking at her on the road.

Even when she went to the small store during P.E. class to buy a drink, someone would greet her.

“Ah, you’re Fu Qingfeng.”

“Mhm.” Xu Qingfeng really wanted to correct her for saying the wrong name, but then thought it was unnecessary. Almost all strangers called her that now.

Even Gao Zhi and Han Feng would sometimes call her “Little Fu” mischievously.

Feeling like her every move was being watched, she couldn’t help but reflect: was she disturbing Yiqiu in the same way with her observation?

In reality, it couldn’t be called watching, just curiosity, but this curiosity was already disrupting her normal life. She could only hope that something would happen to make everyone quickly forget about her.

Xia Yiqiu, on the other hand, had absolutely no pressure. As they walked to the library at noon, a girl excitedly stared at the two walking side-by-side.

“Student Xia, Student Xu, are you heading to the library?”

“Yes, we are. Do you want to come study with us, fellow student?” Xia Yiqiu enthusiastically invited with mischievous intent.

“Ah, this… Studying? I don’t think so. Bye-bye!” The girl’s expression noticeably stiffened. As expected of the academic elites. Such a wonderful lunch break, why read? She blinked and disappeared as quickly as a rabbit.

Xu Qingfeng was very curious. She was just thinking about how to reply to the girl’s words, yet Yi Qiu seemed unfazed and answered calmly, even though she was just that kind of lively person.

“Yi Qiu, don’t you feel a little awkward with so many strangers greeting you?” Xu Qingfeng really wanted to know the reason.

A relaxed tone came from beside her. “No, not at all. Everyone is just enthusiastic.”

“Talking to different people is also very interesting, and it’s good practice for myself.”

Xu Qingfeng mused, It looks like I need to change my thinking, too.

Talking to strangers every day can broaden my horizons.

“Mhm, you’re absolutely right.” Xia Yiqiu nodded in satisfaction. She should be more outgoing.

Xu Qingfeng put her words into action.

During the evening self-study break, she went for her usual night run, leaving her glasses on the desk. Her mild myopia only required her to wear them in class; they were a hindrance during exercise.

Today, Gao Zhi was still lying on his desk, watching his tireless deskmate leave.

She quickly went downstairs to the track. Quite a few people were already there. The pressure in high school was high, and many people would run a few laps on the track at night to vent their feelings, which was quite effective.

Xu Qingfeng wasn’t running because of a bad mood or pressure; this was her daily exercise. After hours of intense studying, it was time to stretch her muscles and bones.

“Hoo.” Xu Qingfeng did some simple stretching at the entrance of the track. The break time wasn’t long, so she would only run a few laps, just turning her wrist and ankle joints a few times would suffice.

Just as Xu Qingfeng was about to start running, a girl with a ponytail, about 1.65 meters tall, with soft and beautiful features, appeared beside her. This quiet-looking girl spoke with no sign of awkwardness about talking to a stranger.

“Student Xu, are you going for a run too? I’ve seen you several times. Why don’t we run together!” The girl’s words were very natural, without a hint of nervousness.

A naturally outgoing person, Xu Qingfeng thought, and a bit lacking in boundaries. Running? I’m fine by myself.

However, Yi Qiu had said today that interacting with strangers was also a form of practice, and I should accept it.

But she didn’t want to run with anyone else, unless that person was Xia Yiqiu.

The girl seemed not to notice Xu Qingfeng’s hesitation and grabbed her hand to run.

“Hey!” Xu Qingfeng wanted to stop, but her feet kept moving. The other party didn’t give Xu Qingfeng a chance to resist.

“Let’s go, Student Xu.” Zhao Youning thought that when she liked someone, she had to pursue them boldly.

In fact, she had noticed this dazzling number one in the liberal arts class even before the Arts Festival.

The confident and composed person on the podium during the speech, the diligent look while reading in the library, and a distant glance during the exercise break—she somehow inexplicably could only see her.

Perhaps it was at that time.

“Excuse me, is this your notebook?” Xu Qingfeng asked the person across the table who was getting up to leave.

The spring light was just right. Peach blossoms were blown by the wind into the open library window. The gentle spring breeze allowed Zhao Youning to clearly see the other person’s eyes.

Calm, gentle, an attractive girl with a scholarly air and deep thoughts.

The wind flipped open the page of the notebook Xu Qingfeng was pointing at, revealing the handwriting.

“Though blown by the spring breeze into snow, it is still better than being crushed into dust on the southern paths [1]. This is a poem by Wang Banshan (Wang Anshi).” Xu Qingfeng’s single sentence made Zhao Youning feel that she understood her, and she seemed to see her clearly too, different from her outwardly cold appearance.

In the melancholic spring, Zhao Youning, who loved poetry, met the well-read Xu Qingfeng, and her secret crush began.

Even a broad-minded and aloof person like her didn’t want to needlessly disturb the other person. This coincided with Xia Yiqiu’s “Don’t fall in love with a straight girl” sentiment, except Zhao Youning’s feelings were humble.

She had planned to just watch Xu Qingfeng from afar, so that confessing after the college entrance exam would leave her with no regrets.

But with the formation of the Psychology Club, she watched that person who seemed oblivious to romance getting closer and closer to the number one in the science class. She knew what the look of loving someone was like. Sitting below and watching, Zhao Youning knew that if she didn’t act soon, it would be too late.

Since the other person also liked girls, and since the two of them hadn’t yet crossed the line, she still had a chance.

Just like the poem from their first encounter, even if the result was not what she hoped for, it was better than watching her crush be sweet with someone else, regretting alone, and letting her heart be repeatedly tormented and shattered.

“Which class are you in, fellow student?”

Xu Qingfeng thought she really didn’t recognize the person across from her. The other person’s familiarity made her doubt herself.

“I’m Zhao Youning from Class 10, Grade 2.” Class 10 was also a liberal arts class.

“We’ve met, Student Xu. T” She noticed the confusion on the other person’s face.

“Huh?” She still couldn’t recall. An awkward feeling arose in Xu Qingfeng’s mind.

Did I really forget?

The two chatted while running. People around them cast envious glances. What great stamina.

Zhao Youning had done her homework; she specially trained for a few days before coming up to talk.

“The library, the notebook, Wang Banshan.” Zhao Youning said earnestly, anticipating the other person’s reaction.

“Oh, I remember. You’re the student who forgot their notebook.” Xu Qingfeng remembered the incident at the library very clearly.

Zhao Youning’s eyebrows relaxed upon hearing this, feeling a little happy.

She remembers me.

That day, the other person merely reminded her, then went back to reading, not looking at her again.

“Student Xu, do you like history?” She remembered she was reading The History of Song that day.

“Yes, I love history.” When talking about something she liked, Xu Qingfeng’s conversational floodgates opened.

Zhao Youning was already a lover of ancient poetry and knew quite a bit about history.

The back-and-forth conversation looked very harmonious from afar.

So much so that they were still talking after returning from the track.

“Yi Qiu, look over there.” Liang Hao pointed at Xu Qingfeng and Zhao Youning downstairs.

Xia Yiqiu, leaning against the railing for fresh air, turned to look.

Hmm? The beauty’s eyes turned cold, wanting to instantly tie up the people downstairs.

Xu Qingfeng, who is she chatting with so happily, laughing and talking?

She actually dared to let that person hold her hand!

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