Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

After that crisp click of the shutter.

Lu Wen and Lin Lu, who were still feeling dizzy from holding hands, almost subconsciously looked up at the only attic window above them.

The windows were already tightly shut, and only the stained glass that reflected light could be seen.

"Was there...something noise just now?" Lin Lu sniffed, staring suspiciously at the window. "Like someone was taking pictures?"

Lu Wen was still floating on air. He gripped Lin Lu's hand tightly, glanced up at her, and then stared at her flushed profile.

"Really? It's probably just a kitten passing by. Let's ignore it."

Lin Lu rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, but didn't pull her hand away. She just muttered "idiot" under her breath, but couldn't help but smile wildly.

In the attic, a group of people covered their mouths, laughing so hard they almost passed out.

……

In the following days, Class 1 of Senior Three

With the sports meet and the first mock exam in Jiangcheng approaching, the entire senior class (1) was in a state of extreme division.

During the ten-minute break between classes, everyone went out of the classroom to practice for the sports meet events;

As soon as the class bell rings, everyone instantly switches to study mode, burying themselves in mountains of test papers.

Xie Wang's life also became extremely regular.

During the day, he does practice problems at school, is occasionally called to the English teacher's office for extra help, or jogs two laps around the playground with Su Qinghe to maintain his physical fitness.

That evening, he and Su Qinghe walked home hand in hand, and then he memorized English words under her strict supervision.

Senior year of high school is exhausting, it's really exhausting.

[Sunday Evening - Genting Music Room]

For a miserable senior high school student who only gets one day off a week, Sunday is more precious than gold.

As evening fell, Xie Wang and Su Qinghe returned from the bookstore after buying review materials. As soon as they entered the underground parking garage, they saw the Barbie pink chopped pepper fish head car quietly parked between two black luxury cars.

The car door opened.

Lu Yi, carrying a bag of convenience store rice balls and still holding a book in her arms, slowly climbed out of the car.

"Oh, what a coincidence?"

Xie Wang led Su Qinghe over, glancing at the unappetizing cold rice ball in Lu Yi's hand:

"Is this all you're eating? We're going back to make hot pot. We bought too much ingredients, want to join us?"

Su Qinghe nodded and politely extended the invitation:

"We have the broth and sliced ​​beef ready at home, it's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks."

Lu Yi stopped in his tracks.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze shifting for a second between the cold rice ball and the shopping bags the two were carrying.

Then, he raised his head, a look of pity in his eyes:

"hot pot……"

"That's a noisy conspiracy, a means for humanity to try to cover up the emptiness of the soul with boiling red oil. Too noisy, too greasy."

Lu Yi shook her head, holding up the rice ball in her hand as if admiring a planet:

"And I prefer this kind of cold, hard, and restrained food."

"As Baudelaire said: 'Perhaps we will eventually disappear without a trace, but you should know that I once had feelings for you'... Oh no, wrong script."

Lu Yi cleared his throat and put on a serious expression again:

"It should be—'I want to love not only the body, but also the soul.' This rice ball may not have a body, but it possesses a lonely soul."

"You all go enjoy that vulgar festivities, I'm going back to recite poetry to my cactus, it's been in a bad mood lately."

After saying that, he nodded slightly to the two of them and floated into the elevator.

Xie Wang shrugged and pulled Su Qinghe toward the elevator:

"Who cares? Maybe he's just hallucinating from hunger. Let's hurry up and go home to cook some meat."

A steaming hot pot meal chased away the fatigue of the week.

After seeing Su Qinghe off, Xie Wang took a shower and walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair.

The room was quiet. He sat down and woke up the computer, which was in hibernation mode.

The screen lit up, and he skillfully switched to several encrypted interfaces, bringing up the latest cash flow chart of Tianlong Group and the internal progress schedules of several key projects.

Looking at the massive amount of data on the screen, which was operating exactly as he had expected, Xie Wang's eyes turned cold. His slender fingers tapped a few times on the keyboard, recording several abnormal fluctuations.

Then I opened the chat window.

X: [K, if Apocalypse needs any help with any of its programs, just let me know.]

The monitor was turned off, and the screen returned to darkness. The boy's eyes lit up for a moment in the darkness, but were then covered by a lazy drowsiness.

"sleep."

He yawned and flopped into the soft bed.

……

[Monday - Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School Stadium]

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

The playground of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School was packed with people that day.

The sound of morning reading was gone, replaced by the deafening strains of "The Athletes' March," colorful flags all over the playground, and the outlandish costumes prepared by each class for the opening ceremony.

In the rest area of ​​Senior Three (1) Class, the sports committee member Shen Hao was standing on a stool, sweating profusely and almost hoarse from shouting:

"Boys, two lines! Girls, two lines! Line up by height! Hey you, stop playing on your phone! We're about to enter!"

Su Qinghe, as the class monitor, was moving around the line with the roll call list, maintaining order with a cool and collected expression.

"Is everyone here, Shen Hao? Are the sign-holding personnel in position?"

"It's not decided yet!" Shen Hao scratched his head anxiously.

"Keep the change, please."

Old Li, who had been standing by with his hands behind his back observing the situation, suddenly spoke up.

He pushed up his glasses, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire class before finally settling precisely on the two most conspicuous figures in the group.

Old Li raised his hand and pointed:

"Xie Wang, Su Qinghe, you two come out here."

"Since it's a male-female pairing, we need to achieve the best effect. Xie Wang, hold up the sign; Qinghe, the team leader, you two stand at the front!"

The whole class immediately started making a fuss, letting out a series of strange "Oh—" cries.

Xie Wang raised an eyebrow and did not refuse. He straightened his crisp black Zhongshan suit, buttoning the collar meticulously, which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him stand tall and exuding an extremely captivating sense of refined scoundrel.

He walked to the front of the line and took the heavy class sign.

Today, Su Qinghe wore a matching light blue Republic-era short shirt and a black long skirt, with her hair pulled back, revealing a section of her slender, fair neck.

She glanced at Old Li with a hint of helplessness, but still walked over to Xie Wang and stood beside him. Her cool and aloof temperament and Xie Wang's passionate and flamboyant personality blended together in a strange way, making them so pleasing to the eye that it was hard to look away.

……

"Attention all classes! The opening ceremony is about to begin!"

As the stirring march music played, the formation of Class 1, Grade 12 slowly passed the rostrum.

Under the sunlight, Xie Wang held up a sign with one hand, his steps languid yet powerful, his posture as straight as a pine tree; Su Qinghe walked beside him, her steps light and her expression indifferent.

In that instant, the entire playground seemed to focus its attention on the two of them.

Over the radio, the host's passionate and deeply moving voice rang out:

"Now, marching in front of us is—the formation of Class 1, Grade 12!"

"Look! They stride confidently, full of energy! They are the sharpest blades in science, the pride of our school! Just as their class uniforms show, they possess the youthful spirit of 'just like young students, full of vigor and vitality,' and the lofty ambition of 'conquering the world with boundless enthusiasm'!"

"The two students leading the team demonstrated true excellence with their confidence and composure! Let's look forward to Class 1 of Senior Three achieving even greater success in this sports meet!"

On the platform, Director Yan looked at the couple walking at the front. He initially wanted to find fault with them, but seeing their confident demeanor and the applause that erupted around them, he could only touch his nose and snort.

"...These two troublemakers, once dealt with, actually look quite decent."