Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1413 Faith

Ke Mengnan stared at the letter in front of her for a full five minutes.

Finally, he picked up his pen and added a line at the end:

"My dream university is N University. I hope you can also take this as your goal, study hard, and perhaps become alumni of N University in the future."

After finishing writing, he put down his pen and let out a long breath.

This letter was written much like the first one—grand and polite, with a hint of subtle distance.

He himself couldn't help but laugh at his own words like "prioritize your studies," "high school is crucial," and "don't get distracted."

But that last sentence was what he really wanted to say.

If "she" could see this letter, then she would understand the meaning of this sentence... and she would realize that this sentence was written to her.

It was not written for "Ling Mengchu", nor for "He Shiling and Ling Mengchu".

It was written for the girl who smiled at him on the bus, for the girl who accidentally knocked his book over, and for the girl he had thought about all spring.

But can "she" see it?
Ke Mengnan folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and stared at the two names on the envelope for a while.

He Shiling, Ling Mengchu.

Her name!
Did she see the letter written by this girl named "Ling Mengchu"?
He didn't know.

He couldn't help but laugh, a helpless laugh.

What is he grinning about?

At the back door of the classroom, Lin Xiaoyao peeked out and nudged Zheng Yifan next to her with her elbow.

Zheng Yifan followed his gaze and looked over—Ke Mengnan was sitting alone in her seat, staring at the envelope in her hand, a strange smile indeed on her lips.

"Let him laugh if he wants to," Zheng Yifan said calmly, turning to look out the window.

On a May morning, the sunlight was bright but not dazzling, filtering through the tall sycamore trees and spreading warmth across the ground.

It looks just like someone's innocent smile.

He recalled the way Geng Xinyu wiped her sweat at the taekwondo gym a week ago, the cold and arrogant tone in her voice when she said, "What are you doing here?", and the arc of her ponytail as she turned to leave.

At the end of the month, he went to teach as a substitute teacher until the end of summer vacation and the start of school in September. But will Geng Xinyu go?

He didn't know.

Alternatively, he could go to Yunling Middle School again, but then he remembered what happened in mid-April and dismissed the idea.

Let's wait until after the college entrance exam.

That way, he could stroll around Yunling Middle School every day and see her anytime.

Thinking this, Zheng Yifan unconsciously began to smile.

"What are you laughing at again?" Lin Xiaoyao asked, puzzled.

"I want to laugh." Zheng Yifan glanced at Lin Xiaoyao, then looked into the distance. In the distance, a few light clouds drifted across the azure sky.

In the classroom of Senior Three (11), Lin Yijie’s gaze once again drifted toward the back door of the classroom.

empty.

He looked away, but couldn't help taking another look.

It's still empty.

Last night, the short-haired girl didn't come to deliver the letter. Did she not write one?
It's been two or three weeks since the midterm exams ended.

Every few days before, that short-haired girl would appear by the back door, peeking out with a light blue envelope in her hand. When he came out, she would blush and hand him the letter.

Luo Jun and the others joked at the time, "Why is the messenger blushing? Could it be that she is the one who wrote the letter?"
He had his doubts at first, but when he opened the letter and saw the signatory, he was both surprised and relieved.

For a while afterward, the blushing messenger and the pale blue letter became a source of joy and anticipation in our lives.

But lately, there's nothing.

He was somewhat disappointed.

But the moment the thought popped into his head, he was startled.

What am I thinking?

It was early morning, just after morning self-study, not evening self-study. How could "she" possibly send a messenger at this hour? Yet he had to admit—he was indeed looking forward to it.

He hoped that the short-haired girl with round glasses would suddenly appear by the back door, wave frantically at him, and then hand him a letter.

This anticipation made him somewhat uneasy and nervous, yet also brought with it a subtle, almost imperceptible, sense of sweetness.

It was "she" who took the initiative at first.

So this time... could he take the initiative this time?

The sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and gentle. He turned to look out the window; the roses on the south corner of the campus wall were in full bloom, climbing all over the wall.

“It’s getting a bit hot,” Ouyang Moxuan said as he walked in from outside, bringing a gust of wind with him, and headed towards his seat. “We need to start packing up our shirts and short-sleeved shirts.”

Luo Jun followed behind him, humming, "It's already May, we should get ready. It's definitely going to get hot."

Time flies!

Lin Yijie looked out the window; it was already May. The college entrance exam was just a month away.

He only had a little over a month left to spend with "her".

But they only corresponded and never spoke a word to each other. He wasn't even sure if she would pretend not to know him if they met face to face.

Before graduation... is it possible to get to know each other properly?

The thought kept swirling in his mind, making him restless.

The school bell rang, but he didn't hear it.

"Aren't you going to read that letter?"

The classmate nudged Wen Qingxuan with his elbow.

Wen Qingxuan glanced at him indifferently: "Class is starting, the teacher is coming."

"The teacher hasn't arrived yet," the deskmate said with a smile, glancing towards the front and back doors. "Let's wait until the teacher comes. They're just trying to make friends through literature, so don't let them down."

Wen Qingxuan remained silent, looking down at the open book in front of him.

The light blue letter was tucked inside the Chinese textbook.

He wanted to watch it yesterday, but he didn't have time during evening self-study, and then forgot about it after bringing it back to the dormitory.

I woke up early this morning, thinking the first thing I'd do when I got to the classroom was open the letter, but my deskmate followed me there early in the morning and we've been putting it off until now.

Actually, he was also very curious to know what was written in the letter.

What would that quiet girl, who speaks softly and whose hands tremble when she hands out letters, write?

"Alright, alright," his deskmate said with a low laugh when he saw that he wasn't moving. "You can look at it after class, you can look at it after class. You can't escape it anyway."

Wen Qingxuan ignored him, his gaze fixed on the book, but he couldn't concentrate on a single word.

He caught a glimpse of the pale blue letter out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Make friends through literature.

What will she write?

The school bell had already rung, and the classroom had quieted down.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting bright, dappled patterns on the desk.

Ke Mengnan sealed the letter and put it in the drawer.

I'll mail it during my lunch break today.

Lin Yijie finally came to his senses and opened the textbook in front of him, but the image of "her" was still lingering in his mind.

Wen Qingxuan stared at the book, but his mind was filled with the unopened letter.

Three boys, three hearts, three letters, some written and some awaiting.

The May breeze, carrying the warmth of early summer, drifted through the window and gently caressed everyone's face.

Some words are written on paper, some words are kept in the heart.

Some expectations are rising; it's just the beginning.