Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

"Hey everyone, what a coincidence!"

Su Wei tried her best to make her voice sound gentle.

As soon as he finished speaking, the girls who were squatting in a circle all looked up and were startled.

Especially the one in the middle who's putting a sanitary napkin into her shoe.

Startled by the sudden male voice, she trembled, her body swayed, and she lost her balance, falling to the ground with a thud.

Su Wei then realized that it was Pan Zhilin.

She was squatting down and her face was blocked by others, so Su Wei didn't recognize her.

He also recognized the others standing next to him; he had seen them at the class meeting yesterday, so they must be from the same class.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If it were a complete stranger to him, he would most likely not speak up, as that would make him seem like a pervert.

Pan Zhilin got up from the ground, patted the dust off her pants, and her face was slightly red.

The girls next to her also fell silent, all staring at Su Wei, their expressions slowly changing from shock to confusion.

Su Wei quickly waved her hand: "Sorry to bother you."

"Su Wei is in our class. I saw her at the class meeting yesterday."

He smiled at the group, trying his best to appear harmless.

The girls exchanged glances, and some nodded, their expressions visibly relaxing.

Pan Zhilin stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly blinked, clearly recognizing him.

Another girl next to her whispered, "I know, I know."

Seeing their reaction, Su Wei felt much more at ease.

It's good that they recognized me; things will be much easier once they've been recognized.

The girls snapped out of their daze and stared at Su Wei.

Actually, they knew about him.

It wasn't just because we met at yesterday's class meeting; we'd known each other for a long time.

Many of them followed "Super Boy" last year.

Once Su Wei's face appeared, it was hard for almost any girl not to like her.

However, he later withdrew from the competition.

This incident caused quite a stir online for a while.

He ranked fifth nationwide, but he dropped out midway through the competition. If he hadn't dropped out, his ranking would definitely have been higher.

They knew all of this.

Later, during the art college entrance exams, Su Wei became popular again.

The title "most handsome art exam candidate" was coined by someone, but it spread everywhere and even made the newspapers.

Many people in the art exam group guessed that he must be a rich young master from some noble family, otherwise how could an ordinary person be featured in the newspaper and be praised like this?

Of course, these were all things they talked about in private.

If Su Wei knew what they were thinking, she would definitely complain.

He's not some rich young master; his family is just an ordinary middle-class family.

The "most handsome art exam candidate" title was just a headline the reporter made up to grab attention; it had absolutely nothing to do with him personally.

But the girls didn't know these things.

They stared at Su Wei, scrutinizing her from head to toe, their eyes carrying an indescribable meaning.

Su Wei felt a little uneasy under their gaze and coughed lightly.

The girls then realized what was happening, exchanged glances, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Pan Zhilin spoke first: "We know, the famous Su Wei."

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Su Wei didn't hesitate.

He pointed to the object in Pan Zhilin's hand that hadn't been fully inserted yet, and said directly:

"Do you have any extra ones? If so, could you lend me two? I'd like to insulate my shoes too."

As soon as the words were spoken, the girls' faces turned bright red.

Of course they knew what "that thing" Su Wei was talking about was.

They were still clutching sanitary napkins in their hands; they couldn't pretend they didn't understand.

Although the acting teachers always said to let go of their natural instincts, the girls were still just eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls.

It's impossible not to feel embarrassed if a guy, especially a handsome one, asks for that kind of thing to your face.

However, they could also tell that Su Wei didn't have any other intentions; she just genuinely needed this thing to pad her shoes.

Pan Zhilin was the first to recover, her face still flushed, but her tone was much more natural:

"some."

She bent down and pulled four pieces from her bag, handing them over without daring to look Su Wei in the eye, her voice soft:

"This thing is definitely much more comfortable to use as a mat."

Su Wei took it, nodded seriously, and said, "I was planning to buy it yesterday, but I forgot."

I'll buy it and return it to you.

"No need, it's not anything valuable."

Pan Zhilin waved her hand.

Su Wei didn't refuse again, and thanked her once more, saying, "Then I'll be going now."

"Um."

Su Wei turned around and walked quickly towards the playground. After walking a few steps, she stuffed the sanitary napkin into her pocket.

He felt quite at ease throughout the journey.

He did run into a few boys from his class on the way, and they looked at him strangely, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

When we arrived at the playground, it was already packed with people.

As soon as Su Wei entered the group, she noticed that the atmosphere was a bit off.

Almost everyone was staring at him; those looks were clear to everyone.

Some people were winking and making faces, some were whispering to each other, and a few girls covered their mouths and glanced in his direction.

Su Wei glanced at Dou Xiao, who was sitting on the ground.

The kid was grinning at him mischievously, his smile looking incredibly irritating.

Su Wei immediately understood—the loudspeaker had already broadcast what had just happened.

He walked over, sat down next to Dou Xiao, and lightly punched his shoulder: "Are you talking nonsense again?"

Dou Xiao chuckled twice but didn't refute.

Zhang Zhuoran and Chen Mo, who were standing nearby, also joined in the commotion.

The two of them simultaneously gave Su Wei a thumbs up, and Zhang Zhuoran even said, "Su Wei, awesome."

Su Wei ignored them.

He lowered his head, took off his canvas shoes, and put all four pads that Pan Zhilin had given him inside.

He had originally planned to give Dou Xiao two pieces on the way here.

Now?

forget it.

That kid has such a big mouth, he deserves to suffer.

All four pads are placed inside the shoe, making it even more comfortable.

After a full day of military training, including standing at attention, marching, and practicing drills...

Although Su Wei's feet also hurt, the padding did help, at least it wasn't so uncomfortable.

Dou Xiao was different.

He started complaining of foot pain at noon, and his complexion was off during afternoon training. He swayed back and forth while standing at attention, and Instructor Zhou called him out several times.

When it was time to finish morning exercises, he limped back to his dormitory from the playground, muttering to himself, "My legs are going to be ruined."

When Dou Xiao returned to the dormitory, he looked at Su Weiyi with a bitter face, his eyes filled with regret.

Su Wei thought to herself, "It's too late for you to regret it now; you've already suffered enough for today."

After washing up in the evening, Su Wei went to the school supermarket alone.

He stood in front of the shelf for a while, picked out a few packs, some for nighttime use and some for daytime use.

When I checked out, there were seven or eight bags piled up in the basket.

It's not that he's picky about brands when he's just standing on his toes, but rather that he's thinking about giving it to a girl.

The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his fifties. When he saw what Su Wei had bought, he looked up at him.

His gaze lingered on Su Wei's face for about two seconds, his expression unreadable.

Anyway, it's not very proper.