Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1391 Thoughts

"A guaranteed admission to graduate school?!"

Wang Xinyi's eyes widened. "Teacher Su, aren't you only a senior?"

After the photos were taken, the students surrounded the two teachers, asking them all sorts of questions. When they heard that Su Qingyi had been recommended for admission to Soochow University's graduate program, the room erupted in excitement.

"It's a direct PhD program." Su Qingyi was unusually a little embarrassed. "Just lucky."

Wang Xinyi's eyes widened like copper bells, and she was speechless for a moment.

Doctor, this is something these high school sophomores can't understand in a short time.

"My God, what a talented woman!" Wang Xiaoxiao murmured, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Su Qingyi.

What a surprise!

Surprisingly, Geng Xinyu stood beside He Shiling without saying a word for a moment.

He Shiling was also surprised, after all, this was outside her comprehension.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

"This isn't luck!" Xu Renming pushed up his glasses again, as if he was about to pull out a notebook to take notes. "Professor Su must have excellent grades, right? Is her average score 95? What do you need to prepare for the graduate school application process, and what are the exams like...?"

The questions came one after another, and Su Qingyi patiently answered them all.

Sunlight filtered through the sycamore leaves and fell on her face. Her eyes would crinkle slightly as she spoke, her pace neither too fast nor too slow, and she explained each point of knowledge clearly and concisely.

Yan Xu watched from the side, feeling as proud as if she herself had been accepted into a graduate program.

The group of girls he brought were also busy, surrounding him with questions about the admission scores for Chinese Language and Literature, the closing time of the university library, and whether there were any handsome senior students in the School of Literature—Yan Xu selectively ignored the last question.

Tang Ji stared wide-eyed at Xu Renming, who had suddenly become so talkative, and nudged Ling Chuyang beside him: "Why is this kid suddenly so talkative today?"

Ling Chuyang glanced at him sideways, then turned her head away: "I don't know."

He never cared about Xu Renming's affairs; all he wanted to know was when the midterm exam results would be released.

He felt that he should improve this time.

Tang Ji pursed his lips and patted Zhou Yuchen, who was a meter away, on the shoulder: "Old Xu, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Zhou Yuchen laughed, took two steps back, and whispered, "Didn't you know that Old Xu likes to chat with Teacher Su?"

Uh, Tang Ji was taken aback; he really hadn't noticed!
Su Lei sidled up to Su Qingyi, asking her all sorts of questions. Something he said made the people around them laugh.

The laughter startled several unidentified birds from the treetops. The birds fluttered into the sky, their wings slicing across the clear blue sky, like someone casually scribbling a few strokes of light ink on rice paper, before gradually disappearing into the April wind.

Watching this scene, He Shiling couldn't help but smile. As she smiled, her thoughts drifted away. They floated across the surface of Mirror Lake, over the walls of the Normal University, and into a classroom at another middle school.

What is that person doing right now? Did he see the letters Mengmeng wrote in the past? Or is he studying peacefully in the classroom? Or is he reading by the window in the library, with sunlight falling on his eyelashes?
A breeze blew by, and He Shiling smiled. What was she thinking about?

Some longings are so light, as light as a feather, that they feel almost weightless on your heart. But when the wind blows, they tremble gently, and you know that they have always been there.

The return journey was still bustling with activity.

Some people were still discussing strategies for getting into graduate school, some were comparing the cafeterias at the Normal University and Yunling to see which was better, and some were still asking Su Qingyi all sorts of questions. Yan Xu also returned, but Wang Xinyi and Wang Xiaoxiao surprisingly didn't come over. They walked ahead of He Shiling and Geng Xinyu, seemingly lost in thought.

Ling Mengchu remained silent, as if she didn't exist. Back at school, Guo Wenwen couldn't help but tug at Ling Mengchu, asking her what was wrong.

Ling Mengchu looked around, then back and forth, before finally patting her chest in relief and whispering to Guo Wenwen, "Didn't you notice Zheng Yifan was nearby the whole time?"

"Who is it, Zheng Yifan?" Guo Wenwen's voice made the girls in front and behind her turn around immediately, and they quickly waved their hands, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"Where is he? I can't see him!" Guo Wenwen couldn't help but ask. "Does Xiaoyu know?"

Ling Mengchu turned around and saw Geng Xinyu and He Shiling talking in hushed tones two meters away. It was unclear what they were saying: "Judging from the situation, they probably don't know."

"He's here, what does that have to do with you?" Guo Wenwen looked at Ling Mengchu with some confusion.

Ling Mengchu looked at her and said, "You forgot, you believed me."

Guo Wenwen suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly. "Oh right, if Zheng Yifan knew that I used Xiaoyu's name to write a letter to Ajie, he would definitely beat Ling Mengchu to death."

You really should avoid it.

However, she didn't see Zheng Yifan. Did Zheng Yifan really come?
After returning to school, the atmosphere in Class 5 of Grade 11 underwent a subtle change.

In chemistry class, even Su Mengmeng, who usually falls asleep at the mention of "molar mass," sat up straight, her eyes wide open. When Su Qingyi lectured, her fingers flew so fast they were almost blurry as she took notes.

"Mengmeng, what happened to you?" her deskmate asked in a low voice.

"I want to apply to the Chemistry Department of Soochow University." Su Mengmeng said with a determined look, "Professor Su said that as long as you work hard, anything is possible."

If someone else said this, it might sound like a motivational quote. But coming from Professor Su, who recommended students for graduate school at Soochow University, it's the truth.

The situation was even more outrageous in physics class. Xu Renming—the same Xu Renming who only spoke when called upon—actually raised his hand. Not only did he raise his hand, but he also stood up and fully explained three solutions to a mechanics problem, his gesture of adjusting his glasses exuding unprecedented confidence.

"Did Xu Renming take the wrong medicine?" the boys in the back row whispered.

"It's a side effect of being recommended for graduate school," another sighed. "Professor Su's pep talk was too intense."

He Shiling smiled as she looked at these changes. Youth is wonderful; a single star can illuminate the entire night sky, and a role model can ignite countless dreams. She casually drew a simple figure in her notebook, gazing up at the starry sky, where a crescent moon hung in the air.

As someone once said, "Striving is not about becoming someone else, but about living up to the self that wants to shine."

Two days later, the photos from the visit were developed.

During the break, everyone passed around the group photo, laughing continuously.

"Xu Renming's head tilt is too deliberate!" Wang Xinyi pointed at the photo and laughed so hard she slapped the table. "And that smile, it's sickeningly sweet!"

Guo Wenwen chuckled softly, pinching her nose: "Well, that was because I... I lost my balance."

The group burst into laughter.

Amidst the laughter, Wang Xiaoxiao suddenly made a new discovery: Ling Chuyang was actually standing behind Xiao Lingzi? Wasn't he concerned about his little sister?

In the photo, Ling Chuyang stands directly behind He Shiling, his head slightly tilted, his gaze fixed on her beige candy-colored hair clip. Tang Ji stands beside Ling Chuyang, his expression as cool as ever, while Tang Ji stands directly in front of him.

Wang Xiaoxiao's ears suddenly turned a little red, and she swallowed back the question she wanted to ask.