Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1440 Misunderstanding
Ling Mengchu was about to reply.

Suddenly, I noticed several pairs of eyes turning towards me from the right. Those eyes held curiosity, inquiry, and an irrepressible morbid curiosity.

She swallowed the words that were about to come out and turned to glare at Wang Xinyi.

"Whether I reply to my sister or not is none of your business. Besides, my sister isn't your sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gazes that had been directed at him immediately disappeared.

Some people closed their books, some got up and left their seats, and the few who had been listening intently just moments before instantly transformed into diligent students.

Wang Xinyi was taken aback, and reached out to push Ling Mengchu: "What are you saying—"

He was only halfway through his sentence when Wang Xiaoxiao grabbed his sleeve.

"Why are you pulling me?" Wang Xinyi asked, puzzled.

Wang Xiaoxiao winked to the right.

Wang Xinyi didn't understand: "Huh? What's wrong? There's no one at the door."

Wang Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "Look to the right, everyone was looking at you just now."

Wang Xinyi was taken aback, turned her head to look over, only to see her classmates getting up and leaving their seats, then turned back to her: "What? You haven't finished speaking yet."

Wang Xiaoxiao shook her head, tugged at her, and lowered her voice: "This kind of thing is best left to a few of us to know. Don't let everyone know. It's not a good thing for everyone to know. Have you forgotten about going to the fourth floor for tea last time?"

"Drinking tea on the fourth floor? They've only ever gone to the fourth floor to deliver mail, when did they ever go for tea?" Wang Xinyi looked completely bewildered.

Before Wang Xinyi could speak, Wang Xiaoxiao pointed to Ling Mengchu's back in front and said, "Mengmeng is still the smartest."

Ling Mengchu glanced at Wang Xinyi, then turned back, closed her book, and shook her head.

How come she never noticed before that Wang Xinyi was so thoughtless in her actions?
"Huh?" Wang Xinyi's eyes widened instantly. She looked at Wang Xiaoxiao, then at the back of Ling Mengchu's head, her voice filled with grievance, "My voice isn't that loud, is it? I think I'm already speaking very softly."

"You can speak a little softer." Fang Di leaned in from behind, smiling. "I heard everything clearly. Have you written the letter to A-Jie yet?"

Wang Xinyi immediately covered her mouth, looking at Fang Di with an exaggerated expression of surprise: "Huh? Was my voice that loud? I thought I was whispering."

The three of them burst into laughter instantly.

Geng Xinyu, who was engrossed in reading the essay, couldn't help but shake her head and look at them with a smile: "Xinyi, it seems like it's your and Wenwen's turn to get breakfast today."

Wang Xinyi slapped her forehead, straightened up, and waved her hand in front of her: "Oh my god! I forgot! Wenwen, let's go!"

Guo Wenwen stood up with a smile, walked over and took her arm: "Let's go, or we won't even have anything to eat."

The two walked over the podium one after the other and headed towards the classroom door.

Wang Xinyi's footsteps were still echoing, but she had already disappeared from sight.

Wang Xiaoxiao looked away, reached out and poked Ling Mengchu's back, her voice low: "Do you still need to send letters recently? It's already the end of May."

Ling Mengchu paused for a moment.

She glanced at He Shiling, who was gazing out the window to her left, then turned and glared at Wang Xiaoxiao. Suddenly, she met Geng Xinyu's gaze and swallowed back what she was about to say.

“Time is running out,” Wang Xiaoxiao’s voice was soft, like a breeze. “If we don’t contact them now, we’ll miss our chance. If we don’t make things clear, we’ll really never have another chance.”

Ling Meng looked at her.

She knew what Wang Xiaoxiao meant.

Ah Jie mistook her for the "person in the rain," and she, too, longed to explain. But now…

Ling Mengchu's gaze swept over Geng Xinyu and He Shiling, then returned to her without a word, turning her head away.

She didn't know how to start the conversation.

She didn't know what she could say even if she did speak. So, she didn't reply to the letter. She couldn't very well say in the letter that she had borrowed Xiaoyu's name and writing style, could she?
Geng Xinyu smiled slightly, lowered her head, and continued reading the book in front of her, as if the conversation just now had nothing to do with her.

Fang Di looked around and nodded thoughtfully: "What you said makes sense—springtime is fleeting, we should cherish the present."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Not only Ah-Jie, but also her older brother, who will be leaving in just over two weeks.

They were both in their final year of high school, and she wanted to spend this last period of time with him.

She has now made up her mind that she will also apply to the music academy that her older brother went to, so that she can see him again in the future.

But she hasn't said it yet.

She didn't know how to bring up the topic of filling out college applications with him.

No, she wanted to tell her older brother first that he should remember to write to her after he graduated, so that she could stay in touch with him.

Makes sense.

Fang Di walked out of the classroom thoughtfully, her steps light as she headed downstairs.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, casting a long shadow over her.

The noise in the classroom gradually subsided.

Dong Huihui sat in her seat, her hand holding the pen loosening and then tightening, until her fingertips turned white.

Did she mishear?
Are Ling Mengchu and the others discussing Ling Mengchu's older sister?
Did I misunderstand Lin Yijie?
But she clearly heard them discussing "A-Jie wanting to apply to Jiangnan University" yesterday.

Are they talking about someone else, or are they trying to cover something up?

Dong Huihui's heart was in turmoil, unable to find peace.

The sky outside the window was blue, the clouds were light, but her heart was heavy.

After sitting for two minutes, she finally couldn't stand it anymore—she got up and walked towards the door.

Since she couldn't figure it out, she decided to stop being so sullen. She would go find Lin Yijie and ask her for a clear answer.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing her silhouette in a warm golden hue.

He Shiling leaned against the wall, gazing at the few wispy clouds drifting across the azure sky outside the window, and sighed softly.

She heard what they were saying.

She simply didn't have the mind to think about those things right now.

Whether Ling Mengchu wrote a letter or not made little difference.

She had read the contents of those letters; they were just polite exchanges.

May will be over in a week.

The day to say goodbye to my student teacher is drawing ever closer.

All good things come to an end.

When these two teachers left, did they simply say goodbye in the classroom as usual, or did they prepare a farewell gift or a small ceremony for them?

In the past, a simple farewell would have sufficed.

Of course, we had to go through class assignments, and then all these other things happened.

The arrival of these two intern teachers was truly unlike any other arrival before—shouldn't there also be a different kind of farewell?
He Shiling gazed out the window, her thoughts drifting far away.

The clouds outside the window were still drifting slowly, from one end to the other, from her sight to a place she couldn't see.