Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1394 Traveling Together
"Your letter has arrived again."

Lin Xiaoyao waved the pink envelope in her hand and said with a sarcastic smile, "Yunling Middle School, huh?"

Zheng Yifan, who had just strolled over from the dormitory, smiled and reached out to take it.

It's obvious at a glance that it must be Xu Ji, that big gossip, who wrote the letter. Of course, no one else would write to him except Xu Ji.

Lin Xiaoyao raised her hand and gave the letter to Zheng Yifan.

Zheng Yifan raised his hand in mid-air, paused for a few seconds, then withdrew it and walked straight towards the classroom.

"Hey, hey, hey." Lin Xiaoyao's voice came from behind, "Why isn't he playing by the rules? This guy is so boring."

"Who's boring?"

Turning my head, I saw Ke Mengnan walking over.

Lin Xiaoyao waved the letter in her hand.

Ke Mengnan snatched it away and walked past Lin Xiaoyao.

Did she write to him again?
He hesitated to reply for two reasons: first, he was more excited than he was about to; second, he didn't know how to reply because the letter was signed with two names.
He had thought about it for a long time. Yesterday at noon, he secretly sent out the reply he had written without telling Zheng Yifan and Lin Xiaoyao. And she replied to him so quickly?
"Hey, hey, this isn't your letter, why are you grabbing it?" Lin Xiaoyao paused, then followed. "This is Zheng Yifan's letter."

Ke Mengnan glanced at the letter, then at Lin Xiaoyao: "I'll give it to him."

Lin Xiaoyao stared at Ke Mengnan as he strode away, momentarily stunned. When did he become so enthusiastic?

Xu Ji's letters always arrived at the most dramatic moments: for example, now that Zheng Yifan had just returned from Yunling Middle School; or the week before Zheng Yifan decided not to participate in the physics competition.

Zheng Yifan stared at the letter that Ke Mengnan had placed in front of him for a few seconds, then looked at Ke Mengnan, who was seriously flipping through the textbook in front of her.

When did this kid become so enthusiastic? He actually snatched the letter from Lin Xiaoyao for him?
"Why are you looking at me? I don't believe you." Ke Mengnan's voice came in a neither loud nor soft tone.

Zheng Yifan smiled, then turned around, opened the letter, and began to read it. As he read, the smile on his face slowly faded.

The letter is short, but it contains a lot of information:

The mid-term exam results were released at Yunling Middle School. He Shiling ranked first in the whole school, and Geng Xinyu ranked fifth. They went on stage to receive their awards and were very proud.

That's because, with his materials to back it up, if I still can't get such a good score, how could I do justice to his painstakingly compiled notes?
Zheng Yifan's smile deepened unconsciously.

Geng Xinyu participated in the Jingyun Cup Essay Competition, and her first draft was read aloud on the radio station.

Zheng Yifan raised an eyebrow. Did she really have that kind of writing talent?
How come he doesn't know.

Upon closer reflection, it seemed that she had mentioned not participating in the physics competition because she was preparing for an essay competition. As he read on, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

His eyes were fixed on that line of text, looking at it over and over again: "I requested this song on the radio station for two weeks straight!"
Instead of wasting time, she didn't even bother to write him a letter. She didn't want the thread-bound Song Dynasty poems anymore. Sigh, even though he hadn't found them yet, she should at least have asked him.

Suddenly I remembered that when I went there over the weekend, she didn't mention Song Dynasty poetry at all. Could it be that she had forgotten about it?
Forgotten? It's good that he forgot, after all, to this day, he has not found anywhere with a thread-bound edition of Song Dynasty poetry exactly like "Little Plague God".

However, he was still not in a good mood.

As he continued reading, he gritted his teeth. She had actually gone to the door of Class 11 of Senior Three with a few other girls.

Didn't you say it was all a misunderstanding, and that you were just making friends through writing?
To make friends through literature?

Zheng Yifan stared at the letter, lost in thought. When the bell rang for evening self-study, he made a decision:
This Sunday, he's going back to Yunling Middle School to find her and ask her clearly how they can make friends through literature.
As for the reason for asking for leave to go out, I would say it's to pick up the review materials I've forgotten.

Although he had already used it last week, and although the excuse was so lame that even he himself didn't believe it, it was enough to convince the homeroom teacher—probably.

The next morning, after breakfast, the sky was overcast and looked like it was going to rain. As I walked out of the school gate with my umbrella, I noticed that Ke Mengnan was following me.

Zheng Yifan asked, "Where are you going?" "To a bookstore in the city," Ke Mengnan said casually. "Where are you going?"

“I’ll go,” he said, then changed the subject, “to the antiquarian bookstore in the city.”

"Oh, it's on my way."

Zheng Yifan nodded: "Yes, it's on the way."

He doesn't go to bookstores, but he's too lazy to explain.

The two arrived at Jingyun City Bus Station. Zheng Yifan waved to Ke Mengnan and strode north. After a few steps, he saw Ke Mengnan following behind him at a leisurely pace.

He paused for a moment, then realized that the bookstore Ke Mengnan wanted to go to was right across from the bus stop where he was going, so it was indeed on the way.

However, to his surprise, when he boarded bus number 11 to Yunling Middle School, he turned around and saw Ke Mengnan putting in coins.

He looked at Ke Mengnan with surprise as she walked over and sat down in the seat next to him.

"I'd also like to visit the antiquarian bookstore you mentioned."

Zheng Yifan stared at Ke Mengnan for a long time, then nodded and looked out the window.

He wanted to explain that he wasn't going to the antiquarian bookstore, but then he thought that although bus number 11 didn't go directly there, he could get off after four stops and transfer to bus number 4 to get there.

Since this kid wants to go, let him go.

When the train arrived at Wenxuan Station, Zheng Yifan glanced at Ke Mengnan, who was looking out the window, until the train slowly started moving away from the platform.

He asked, "Why don't you get off the bus?"

Ke Mengnan laughed: "You didn't get off the bus either, did you?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Zheng Yifan's eyes. He'd been discovered?!
“I don’t know the way,” Ke Mengnan laughed, “so naturally you get off first and then I get off.”

Zheng Yifan almost choked on his breath. So that's how it is?

Did Ke Mengnan decide from the very beginning that she wanted to go to Yunling Middle School with him?

But what was Ke Mengnan going there for? To find out if Xu Ji was a boy or a girl? He had already explained that Xu Ji was a boy!
Xu Ji was a boy.

“Yes,” Ke Mengnan nodded, “You said it, I know.”

"Then why are you following me?" Zheng Yifan glanced at him sideways.

“Let’s go to the antiquarian bookstore,” Ke Mengnan smiled. “I just said that.”

“I’m not going to the antiquarian bookstore, I’m going to Yunling Middle School,” Zheng Yifan blurted out. Having said it, he didn’t hide it anymore. “I’m going to get the documents I left behind. You’ve already missed your stop. Get off at the next stop, walk back, and transfer to bus number 4…”

“Then I’ll go to Yunling Middle School too,” Ke Mengnan interrupted Zheng Yifan. “Look, the school you’ve lived in for two and a half years and still can’t forget.”

Zheng Yifan: ...

He was right! This kid was indeed planning to go to Yunling Middle School with him! He even lied and said they were going to the bookstore!
Although I wasn't telling the truth at first, I wondered when this kid learned to lie so easily, without even flinching.

Indeed, one is influenced by one's surroundings.

Zheng Yifan smiled, stopped talking, and looked out the window. The buildings outside the window sped past, and they had already left the city.

However, what he didn't expect was that Class 5 of Grade 11 actually went on a spring outing.