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Chapter 89 The Unbearable Evening Study Session

When Xiao Yunqing returned to the classroom, evening self-study had not yet started.

She walked in, her steps light, but everyone in the class looked up at her.

She walked to the front of the classroom, paused for a moment, then unfolded the paper and pressed it onto the blackboard.

The movement was slow, like posting a notice.

"Everyone, come and see the new seats," Xiao Yunqing said softly, her tone unreadable.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then someone stood up and ran to the podium to look.

"Holy crap, I'm sitting in the third row?"

"Xu Heng and Xiao Yunqing are sitting? In the second-to-last row?"

"Song Huan and Feng Nian are sitting in the first row."

"Oh dear, where should I sit?"

Zhao Qihang squeezed to the front and took a look; his eyes lit up.

He was moved to the second row by the window, next to a girl who wore glasses, had above-average grades, and didn't talk much.

He walked back with a smirk on his face, but didn't dare laugh out loud.

I have a female classmate now!

Lu Ciyuan was moved to the fourth row, next to a chubby boy. The two looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Like attracts like!

Because of his tall stature, Chen Xu could never sit in the front row no matter how well he did on the exam, so he was moved to the fifth row. However, there was no one next to him, so he sat down at a single table and relaxed his shoulders.

I was both happy and regretful.

Xu Heng was sitting in the last row in the corner against the wall, sleeping.

Hearing someone call his name, he looked up, squinted, and looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

The person next to him nudged him, "You're lucky, you get to sit with Xiao Yunqing."

Xu Heng paused for a moment and looked ahead.

Xiao Yunqing was standing by the podium, her head down, her face hidden by her hair, so her expression was not visible.

His eyes lit up, and a look of shock appeared on his face. He was like a flower that had been watered, its leaves, which had been withered for days, suddenly perking up.

Song Huan stood in the third row, looking at the seating chart on the blackboard, without moving.

First row by the window, Song Huan, Feng Nian.

The second to last row against the wall: Xiao Yunqing and Xu Heng.

He turned to look at Xiao Yunqing and finally understood why her eyes were red.

She didn't look at him; she stared at the ground, as if counting the squares on the floor.

She walked to her seat, stood for a moment, then bent down and began moving books.

Textbooks, workbooks, and notebooks were stacked up and held close to his chest.

My hand was shaking, the book wobbled, and the top English notebook slid down and fell to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up, pausing when her fingers touched the cover.

There was a sticker on the cover, a round and cute little bear.

She put it up when she was in junior high school. After three years, the edges have started to curl up.

Song Huan stood beside her, watching her pick up the notebook and hug it to her arms.

Her innermost thoughts drifted over, very softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

I'm leaving.

Will he be sad?

But I'm really sad.

Song Huan sighed and walked over. "I'll help you move it."

Xiao Yunqing didn't move, holding the stack of books, head down, "No need."

"Give me."

He reached out to take it, but she turned slightly to the side and dodged it.

He reached out again, this time without letting her dodge, and snatched the stack of books from her arms.

He moved a little too hard, and the book wobbled, but he caught it with his elbow and kept it steady.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, her arms empty, her hands still holding the book, and paused for a moment.

Song Huan carried the stack of books and walked to the back.

The books were stacked a bit high, and his chin rested on the top math textbook, his fingers gripping the spine, veins bulging.

Walk to the second-to-last row, against the wall, and place the book on the table, stacking it neatly.

The textbooks were arranged by size, with workbooks on the right and notebooks on the left, exactly the same arrangement as on her desk before.

Xu Heng was carrying books from behind. He was thin and small, and his school uniform looked loose on him.

He had a smile on his face, the kind of smile you get when you find money.

Seeing Xiao Yunqing walk over with her head down, he smiled even wider, put the book on the table, and extended his hand, "Hello, class monitor."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the outstretched hand.

She didn't move.

But another hand reached out.

It was Song Huan. He stood beside Xu Heng, grasped his hand, and shook it up and down. "Hello."

Xu Heng's smile froze on his face.

He looked at Song Huan, and Song Huan looked at him with a smile on her face, a smile that was different from Xu Heng's smile just now.

Xu Heng's smile is the smile of someone who has found money, while Song Huan's smile is the smile of "I know you found money, but I have a way to make you spit it out."

Song Huan leaned closer and lowered her voice so low that only the two of them could hear her.

"You'd better behave yourself. If Xiao Yunqing tells me you bullied her, you're dead."

Xu Heng's pupils contracted slightly.

He looked at Song Huan, who was still smiling. She had already let go of his hand and patted his shoulder, as if greeting an old friend.

Xu Heng felt like his bones were about to be shattered. He swallowed hard, nodded, and moved quickly, like a chick pecking at rice.

He lowered his head and stuffed his book into the drawer, moving very quietly, afraid to make a sound.

The smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a different expression, cautious as if walking through a minefield.

He suddenly remembered a song his father often sang, called "Don't Pick the Wildflowers by the Roadside".

At first listen, I didn't understand the meaning of the song; upon second listen, I became a character in the song!

Song Huan turned back and looked at Xiao Yunqing.

She was still standing there, head down, hands hanging at her sides.

He walked up to her, bent down slightly to lower himself so he could see her face clearly.

"Don't overthink it. It's just a monthly exam; you can make up for it next time."

Xiao Yunqing raised her head, her eyes still red, the tears on her eyelashes dried, leaving a small trace.

She looked at him for two seconds, then nodded.

"Um."

The voice was very soft and hoarse.

Song Huan stood up straight, turned around and walked to the front row.

Move your books to the first row by the window, then put down your backpack, unzip it, and take out your textbooks one by one.

Feng Nian was already sitting down next to her, with several books neatly stacked on the table.

She turned her head, looked at Song Huan, and smiled politely.

"We'll be deskmates from now on, please take care of me."

Song Huan nodded. "Please take care of me."

Feng Nian turned back, opened her English textbook, and began taking notes.

The characters were written very neatly, line by line, like printed text.

Song Huan sat down next to him, opened his textbook, turned to Chapter 3, stared at the page, and didn't read a single word.

He heard the sound of turning pages behind him, very soft and slow; it was Xiao Yunqing.

He heard Xu Heng's voice again, very softly, escaping from the corner of his mouth, "Class monitor, how do you do this English question?"

Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, saying something that was not heard clearly.

Xu Heng said "Oh" and then fell silent.

During the two self-study periods, the classroom was as quiet as an exam room.

No one spoke, no one passed notes, and no one leaned on the table.

When the bell rang, it was as if the classroom had been put on play.

The sounds of chairs scraping the floor, textbooks closing, and whispers mingled together, creating a buzzing noise.

Some people stood up and stretched, some packed their bags, and some gathered together to chat.

"My deskmate keeps shaking his leg during class, it's so annoying."

"You're alright, but my deskmate smells."

"My deskmate is quite quiet, he just doesn't say a word, like a block of wood."

Feng Nian packed her things, stood up, nodded to Song Huan, and said, "I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow."

Song Huan nodded. "See you tomorrow."

Feng Nian slung her backpack over her shoulder. She was a boarding student and walked out of the classroom with her roommate. Their footsteps faded into the distance down the corridor.

Song Huan stood up and walked to the back.

Walking to the second-to-last row, Xiao Yunqing was still sitting in her seat, with her physics textbook open in front of her, turned to Chapter 3, and her pen placed beside her, untouched.

Xu Heng is gone. His schoolbag and he are gone. The table is spotless, not even a pen is left.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Song Huan asked.

Xiao Yunqing didn't look up. "You go first, I'll leave later."

Song Huan stood beside her, watching her.

She lowered her head, her ponytail hanging down, revealing the white nape of her neck.

His fingers rested on the textbook, without turning the page; they just stayed there.

"Hey, hurry up and go!" Xiao Yunqing urged impatiently.

Song Huan sighed, "Alright then."

After saying that, he left.

The classroom fell silent, leaving only Xiao Yunqing alone.

Her thoughts drifted over, very lightly, like the wind sneaking in through a crack in the door.

[Has he left?]

They should have left by now.

[It's good that you're gone; now I can cry.]

No, you can't cry.

[From today onwards, I will study hard!]

But I can't concentrate on it.

I can't concentrate on anything.

[I'm so sad.]

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head and waited for a while.

I didn't hear any footsteps. Song Huan really left...

Xiao Yunqing looked up dejectedly. The classroom was empty, but she was stunned when she looked at the back door.

Song Huan didn't leave; instead, she stood by the back door of the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

Gazing at the distant playground, holding an English textbook, he turned to the vocabulary list page.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on him and making his school uniform shine.

He had his head down, his lips moving slightly, as he memorized vocabulary words.

Seeing this, Xiao Yunqing finally smiled faintly, then lowered her head to continue reading the questions.

……

The two stayed for a while before leaving the school.

Song Huan waited for Xiao Yunqing at the classroom door.

When she came out, she still had a sad look on her face.

"Come on, I'll treat you to KFC."

Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything and followed behind him.

Upon arriving at KFC, Song Huan ordered a meal for two.

He put down his cola halfway through his meal.

"Xiao Yunqing, I have something to tell you."

She looked up.

"We've been sitting at the same table for twelve years, from kindergarten until now. This is the first time we've sat apart."

He looked at her. "But for me, it doesn't matter whether you sit in the first row or the second to last row. What matters is that every day after school, I'm still waiting for you."

Song Huan looked earnestly into his eyes and said gently, "I'll wait for you to go to school and wait for you to come home."

Xiao Yunqing's eyelashes trembled.

"So don't panic." He pushed a French fry in front of her. "Focus on your exams, get back into the top five, and I'll sit with you wherever you want."

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head, picked up the French fry, and dipped it in ketchup.

"Who asked you to sit?" The voice was muffled.

But Song Huan heard her inner thoughts.

He said he was still waiting for me.

He said...