Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1408 Find Him
Who is looking for him?
Wen Qingxuan walked out of the back door of the classroom and immediately saw the girl standing in the corridor.

Her long, straight hair hung obediently down her back, revealing her smooth forehead.

She stood there, like an orchid untouched by dust, her cold gaze concealing an innate aloofness.

It turned out to be the Chinese language representative from the humanities class next door.

We've met before, but we've also spoken.

What does she want with him?
Wen Qingxuan stood by the back door, and before he could react, the girl walked over without changing her expression: "Teacher Wang wants you to go to his office after the next class."

After saying that, she turned around without waiting for Wen Qingxuan's response and walked towards her class with unhurried steps and a straight back.

Teacher Wang? Isn't that their homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang Qing? She teaches Chinese to their class and the class next door.

Before Wen Qingxuan could thank him or ask Teacher Wang what he wanted, the man had already disappeared through the door of the classroom next door.

"So aloof." "That's just how goddesses are."

A few boys chuckled softly by the corridor window, "Such a cool and aloof goddess, she doesn't seem to come to our class usually."

"Isn't this a case of the homeroom teacher having someone plant a seed?" "This is truly a once-in-a-century occurrence."

The murmurs of the group continued. Wen Qingxuan glanced at them, then turned and went back to the classroom.

I had just reached my seat and hadn't even sat down when I heard a shout from behind me:
"Class monitor, someone's looking for you!"

Wen Qingxuan was taken aback, thinking it was a prank by a classmate, so he ignored it, sat down, and picked up the pen in front of him.

"Class monitor, someone's looking for you!" The voice rang out again, this time louder.

Is it not a prank?
He turned to look at the corridor outside the back door. Liu Lu and several boys were staring at him with smiles. Liu Lu, with one hand in her pocket, waved to him with the other.

"Someone is looking for you, come out now!"

Wen Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, put down his pen, stood up, and walked towards the back door again with some doubt.

Two short-haired girls were standing outside the door.

Upon seeing Wen Qingxuan emerge, one of them immediately greeted him with a beaming smile, looking up at him with a cheerful expression.

"Brother Xuan, when are you going to give me what you promised?"

Looking at the girl's smiling face, Wen Qingxuan smiled too: "I'll give it to you before evening self-study tomorrow afternoon."

The smile on her face and the gentleness in her tone made Liu Lu, who was standing by the corridor, widen his eyes. The girl who was three steps behind her also widened her eyes.

She actually knows Wen Qingxuan! She thought her deskmate was joking, but they really do! Look at how happily they're chatting; their relationship is definitely not ordinary!

"Okay!" The girl nodded with a smile, turned to leave, then turned back as if she remembered something, took a piece of chocolate from her pocket, stuffed it into Wen Qingxuan's hand, and then grabbed another girl and ran off happily.

The boys in the corridor stared wide-eyed.

They actually sent chocolates? And Wen Qingxuan actually accepted them. What does that mean?
Looking at Wen Qingxuan's smiling figure as he saw her off, a bold idea popped into my head.

"Brother Xuan—" Liu Lu mimicked in a high-pitched voice, "Was that girl your girlfriend just now?"

The boys burst into laughter instantly.

"Brother Xuan!" "Brother Xuan!" The students from the next class nearby couldn't help but look over.

Wen Qingxuan glanced at them, smiled slightly, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the classroom.

Some things are better left unexplained; the more you explain, the worse it gets. Besides, it was his cousin who came to ask him for his high school notes from the first and second years. What's there to explain?
The innocent will clear themselves. Just as I reached the middle of the classroom, another shout came from behind me:
"Class monitor, someone's looking for you!"

The shouts were mixed with the teasing laughter of Liu Lu and a few other boys.

"This Liu Lu," Wen Qingxuan shook his head, pretending not to hear, and continued walking forward.

"Someone's looking for the class monitor!" "Someone's looking for the class monitor!"

The shouts behind me grew louder and louder, almost like a riot.

Is this a joke, or is someone really looking for me?

Wen Qingxuan stopped, turned around and walked towards the back door.

Liu Lu stood by the door. When he saw him come out, he pointed to the doorway and said, "Someone is really looking for you. Come out quickly."

Wen Qingxuan followed his gaze and saw two girls standing by the wall near the back door:

One had long, flowing hair tied in a low ponytail and stood quietly, looking very demure. The other had short hair and wore round glasses, peering into the doorway with an excited look on her face, as if she were enjoying watching a good show.

They were all unfamiliar faces.

Wen Qingxuan was stunned. He didn't recognize these two people.

"Hello, are you senior Wen Qingxuan?" The short-haired girl with round glasses spoke, her voice clear and crisp, with a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

Wen Qingxuan nodded.

“I am Mengmeng,” the short-haired girl pointed to herself, then to the quiet long-haired girl next to her, “and she is Wenwen.”

Guo Wenwen nodded slightly as a greeting. Her face was already a little red, and her hand, tucked into her sleeve, was tightly clutching a letter, her fingertips turning slightly white.

It's him.

The boys I often encountered in the teaching building were quiet, handsome, and had a scholarly air about them.

“Senior,” Ling Mengchu cleared her throat and began to speak according to the rehearsed lines, “We saw your name on the list of the top 100, so Wenwen, she…” She nudged Guo Wenwen, “She wrote an essay and would like to ask you for your advice.”

Guo Wenwen's face turned even redder.

She took a deep breath and handed the pale blue letter from her sleeve to Wen Qingxuan with both hands.

"Senior, I...I wrote an essay and would like you to take a look." Her voice was soft and trembling slightly, but her eyes were earnest. "Sharing knowledge through writing, is that alright?"

Wen Qingxuan was stunned.

He looked at the quiet girl in front of him, and at the letter she handed him—a light blue envelope with neat and beautiful handwriting, clearly written with care.

Making friends through literature?
Why would you so openly send him a letter at dusk?

Wen Qingxuan caught a glimpse of Liu Lu standing by the corridor, staring blankly at him.

For a moment, he was also in a daze. What was going on today? Several girls had been looking for him, and now, someone had actually delivered a letter to him.

Is it supposed to be "making friends through literature"?
He's a senior in high school, with only thirty-odd days left before graduation. What friends could he possibly have?

The girl in front of them blushed like a fiery sunset. Over her head, they saw people looking at them from a distance, gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

Wen Qingxuan looked at the light blue envelope handed to him; it was unsealed.

He hesitated for a moment, then steeled his heart and took the pale blue envelope.