Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1410 Speculation
Why would I look for him?

Wang Xinyi opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She was wrong.

She saw Guo Wenwen and Ling Mengchu coming down from the fourth floor. The fourth floor! Isn't that the senior high school's territory?

Ling Mengchu has been thinking about Lin Yijie lately, hasn't she? Guo Wenwen went along just to give him courage, didn't she?
Who would have thought they were looking for something... Wenqingxuan?

"What? You wrote him a letter?" Wang Xinyi's voice changed as she looked at Guo Wenwen's smiling face.

Guo Wenwen nodded, her smile widening: "He accepted it."

Received!

These two words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Wang Xinyi's heart.

Looking at Guo Wenwen's face, which couldn't hide her joy, she was momentarily speechless.

Wenqingxuan?
When did Guo Wenwen become so bold?!
"You..." Wang Xinyi opened her mouth, "How dare you?"

Guo Wenwen didn't answer, but just smiled, a smile that Wang Xinyi had never seen before.

It is courage, it is joy, it is a kind of heartbeat that belongs to spring and cannot be hidden.

Wang Xinyi turned around blankly, her mind a complete mess.

Ling Mengchu wrote a letter to Ke Mengnan, received a reply, and then wrote a second one. Now Guo Wenwen is also writing to Wen Qingxuan, and he has received it.

How can they all be so bold?
When did everyone become so brave?

There was also the brave Wen Qingxuan, whom I had only met three or four times. She was quite good-looking, the kind of person who was quiet and had a scholarly air about her!
He actually accepted the letter openly and honestly!

We agreed that we were just going to admire the scenery from afar.
Those two are so unfair!

Wang Xinyi looked over at the people next to her and saw that Guo Wenwen's lips were curved into an uncontrollable smile.

It was a very peculiar smile—shy, sweet, and with a hint of disbelief and disorientation.

It's a smile that only appears when you like someone.

"That's too daring..." Wang Xinyi murmured.

She still feels lingering fear when she recalls that experience in the principal's office. Principal Cao's stern face, his earnest words, and the phrase "High school students should prioritize their studies"—every word seems etched in her mind.

But what about the two people in front of you?

Instead of learning their lesson, they became increasingly audacious.

Before, at least I would wait until the second period of evening self-study and sneak off under the cover of darkness. Now, however, it's different; the evening self-study hasn't even started yet, and it's still light out, and I'm already swaggering up to the fourth floor.

What exactly is going on?

Who gave them the courage?
Guo Wenwen smiled gently at her: "Where is the boldness? What are you thinking? It's just a literary exchange, nothing more."

Is it simply about making friends through literature, nothing more?

Wang Xinyi fell silent.

Guo Wenwen glanced to the side and then looked at Wang Xinyi: "Xiao Meng can write to A Jie, she can write to A Nan, and they both replied. I'm just making friends through literature, so there's nothing to be surprised about, right?"

Wang Xinyi stared intently at Guo Wenwen.

That makes sense. If she received two replies, especially from such a faraway place, she might also think—nothing is impossible in this world.

“Moreover,” Guo Wenwen added, “didn’t you notice? Neither Xiaolingzi nor Xiaoyu objected. They’re the most reliable ones. Even they think it’s fine.”

Wang Xinyi thought about it carefully. It seems... it really is true.

Although He Shiling and Geng Xinyu didn't participate, they didn't stop it either. Wasn't that their attitude tacit approval?
"So you just followed along and learned from them?" Wang Xinyi blurted out. Guo Wenwen looked at Wang Xinyi, a smile still lingering on her face. That smile was faint, yet it brightened her entire face.

Wang Xinyi understood; Guo Wenwen had admitted it.

That's really impressive!
She recalled the time she went to the entrance of Class 11 of Senior Three with Ling Mengchu, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

But what about Guo Wenwen? She's such a quiet person, and she just... gave herself away like that?

"Aren't you nervous?" she couldn't help but ask.

Guo Wenwen thought for a moment and said seriously, "I was nervous. But..." She paused, then smiled, "When he said 'okay,' I wasn't nervous at all."

He agreed.

Wang Xinyi was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

She thought of the boy named Wen Qingxuan—quiet, with delicate features, and she heard he had excellent grades and was very gentle.

If he accepted the letter, if he said yes, if he used that gentle tone...

Wang Xinyi suddenly understood why Guo Wenwen was so happy.

"What's in the letter?" she asked again. "A love letter?"

Guo Wenwen blushed slightly, but still said softly, "It's an essay. Xiaoyu wrote it, and I revised it. It's not that kind of..." She paused, as if searching for the right word, "...I just wanted to get to know him and make friends through literature."

Another time, we've made friends through literature!

Wang Xinyi blinked. That's a really sophisticated word. Who came up with it?

The next second, she smiled. Was there even a need to ask? It was naturally Ling Mengchu's idea; there was no one else but her.

The classroom gradually quieted down, with only the sound of turning pages and the scratching of pens on paper. The last rays of the setting sun faded outside the window, but the lingering glow of the sunset streamed in through the glass, illuminating the faint smiles on the lips of some people.

Wang Xinyi kept her head down as she did her homework, but she couldn't help glancing at Guo Wenwen.

Guo Wenwen sat upright with a chemistry book open in front of her, but her gaze kept drifting to the window, as if she were looking at the sky, or as if she wasn't looking at anything at all.

Occasionally, when she comes to her senses, the corners of her mouth will curve slightly, but she will quickly purse her lips again, pretending that nothing has happened.

As Wang Xinyi watched, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

Two months ago, they were worried about how to "bump into" each other again, racking their brains to find out their names, and overjoyed at the sudden encounter.

Two months later, Ling Mengchu had exchanged four or five letters with "A-Jie," and even "A-Nan," who was far away at Lingnuo Middle School, had written back.

Now, even Guo Wenwen, who is usually quiet and low-key, has sent out the letter.

It seems like everything has changed, yet it also seems like nothing has changed.

What has changed is their courage.

What remains unchanged is that unknown answer.

Guo Wenwen didn't know if Wen Qingxuan would reply, what he would think, or what the letter would bring.

Ling Mengchu didn't know what Ke Mengnan's expression would be upon receiving the second letter, whether he would continue to reply, or where this "communication" would ultimately lead.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the teaching building was brightly lit, and the classrooms were filled with people engrossed in their studies.

And beneath these lights, how many secrets, how many expectations, how many unspoken thoughts are hidden?

Looking at the reflection in the windowpane, an idea suddenly popped into Wang Xinyi's head, startling her.

There was also a prose poem in her drawer, written by Xiaoyu three weeks ago!