Chapter 219

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Xiaohua rode in the Principal's small sedan back to school, and he also felt everything was like a dream, but for him this was not a nightmare, rather a good dream filled with warmth and care.

"Xiao Hua, why don't you come to my dormitory for a bit, I'll get some medicine for you to apply."

After bidding farewell to the Principal, Homeroom Teacher Xiao Qing said this to Wang Xiaohua.

Xiao Qing was not only the homeroom teacher of this school's Special Elite Class, but also an intellectual beauty in her early thirties, and most importantly, her teaching ability was very strong, and she was very good at guiding students to think independently.

"Thank you, Teacher, but no need to trouble you, I have medicine for reducing swelling."

Wang Xiaohua declined Xiao Qing's kindness; he indeed had swelling-reducing medicine, which Li Yixue had given him, and indeed there was no need to trouble his homeroom teacher anymore.

Wang Xiaohua also said:

"I want to return to class as soon as possible to attend evening self-study."

Looking at this sensible and studious student before her, Xiao Qing couldn't help but feel sympathy:

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, don't keep them to yourself; just tell me, as your homeroom teacher, I will do my best to help you solve them."

Thinking of the dilapidated state of Wang Xiaohua's home, Xiao Qing felt that for Wang Xiaohua to achieve such excellent results now was simply not easy.

A student who strives forward in adversity like him, she should give him more care and encouragement.

"Mm, okay, Teacher."

Wang Xiaohua responded, then ran back to the classroom.

Although he agreed with his mouth, if he truly encountered any difficulties, he probably would not go tell the homeroom teacher.

He was just like this; he had long developed the habit of solving things by himself.

Since childhood he had rarely asked others for anything, and even rarely asked his parents.

To be precise, he wasn't someone who had never asked others; he had asked his parents, but time and again in disappointment, he gradually developed the habit of solving things by himself.

When he was in primary school, he wanted to buy a tape recorder to learn English, but his parents, in the name of fearing it would affect his studies, didn't buy it for him; in junior high, because his English foundation was weak, the teacher suggested he sign up for a tutoring class for remedial lessons, and he himself also very much wanted to attend tutoring, but his parents simply refused to sign him up for a class.

Later he earned some money by going up the mountain to dig wild poria, and with great difficulty bought an MP3 to assist his English learning; he was overjoyed about this, but as soon as the MP3 was brought home, it was smashed to smithereens by his hot-tempered father.

One thing after another was like one knife after another, ruthlessly stabbing his soul; every time he recalled one, he would suffer a bloody blow.

If even his parents couldn't be relied upon or pleaded with, then who in this world could be relied upon?

So Wang Xiaohua became very independent, very strong, and very enterprising.

And the reason for his enterprising spirit actually wasn't as lofty as others imagined.

He wasn't striving to serve the motherland, nor even to repay his parents' kindness in raising him; he just wanted to escape his current environment, escape the constraints of his ignorant, ridiculous, and pitiful parents.

Especially the constraints of his hot-tempered father.

Wang Xiaohua returned to the classroom, he quickly calmed down, buried himself in doing test papers, after finishing the test papers he checked the answers, then recorded the wrong questions in his error notebook, and then reviewed the wrong questions accumulated from the previous week.

He just went on like this day after day, living a dull and boring study life.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, one week went by.

This weekend required supplementary classes.

But he still hadn't forgotten what he had said to Li Yixue before.

He wanted to go to Li Yixue's school and return the medicinal wine to Li Yixue.

So as soon as school let out on Saturday afternoon, he hastily finished dinner, then brought that bottle of medicinal wine and walked to Erzhong where Li Yixue was.

Walking from No. 1 High School to Erzhong took about twenty minutes.

Wang Xiaohua walked forward quickly; amidst the traffic and crowds, passing Education Road, passing the most prosperous Shangye Street in County Town, passing the newly built County Town Bridge, he finally arrived at the gate of Erzhong.

Walking into Erzhong, he found that Erzhong's school environment was much better than No. 1 High School.

Here were all newly built teaching buildings, very beautiful and modern.

Whereas the No. 1 High School he was in were old teaching buildings left over from the last century, and even going to the toilet required going downstairs and running a long way to a public toilet.

Erzhong's teaching buildings were almost equipped with toilets on every floor.

Wang Xiaohua casually asked a classmate where Class 3, Senior Year 2 was.

That classmate gave Wang Xiaohua directions.

Wang Xiaohua soon arrived at Class 3, Senior Year 2; there were a few people in the classroom self-studying; Wang Xiaohua glanced around, didn't see Li Yixue's figure, and asked a classmate by the window where Li Yixue had gone.

"She just went out with her boyfriend; what do you want her for?"

That classmate casually replied to Wang Xiaohua with this sentence.

Wang Xiaohua's heart seemed to be struck hard; he was dazed for a second, then hurriedly said:

"I came to return something to her; where is her seat? I'll just put it on her desk."

"It's right at the window seat in the second row." That classmate pointed to the window seat on the left.

Wang Xiaohua put that small bottle of medicinal wine on the desk at that position, then turned around and quickly left.

He walked out of the teaching building in one breath, walked out of Erzhong's school gate.

Only then did he start to feel somewhat lost and dispirited.

He laughed self-mockingly.

He suddenly thought of how Li Yixue said her studies had plummeted, said she couldn't even rank in the top two hundred of the whole school now; it was only at this moment he understood that it wasn't just because high school knowledge had become harder, but there was another more important reason: Li Yixue was in an early romance, and she probably didn't put much energy into studying anymore.

"Wang Xiaohua, Wang Xiaohua, others are just slightly nicer to you, and you start having wild thoughts; this won't do—is your soul really so humble and so cheap?"

Wang Xiaohua said this to himself.

He felt inferior like a snail's antenna; just as it carefully extended, the slightest touch from the outside world would cause it to suddenly retract into its hard shell.

Only a hard shell can protect his sensitive and inferior inner heart.

So Wang Xiaohua forcibly made himself suppress all those messy emotions; he had to go back to school to do test papers, he had to test into a good university, besides that, he absolutely could not think about those impractical things.

Wang Xiaohua was self-hypnotizing, self-adjusting.

He hoped that by the time he returned to No. 1 High School's classroom, he would be able to study with a mind free of distractions.

However, when passing through the County Town's bustling Shangye Street, Wang Xiaohua heard a voice.

"Wang Xiaohua, is that you?"

A strange woman's voice entered his ears.

Wang Xiaohua looked up following the sound, only to see a yellow-haired girl greeting him, and beside her were several fashionably dressed girls; they imitated adults wearing heavy makeup, wearing earrings, very trendy.

Wang Xiaohua stared blankly for a good while before he recognized that yellow-haired girl:

"Li Yuncui?"