Cultivation Shura Field

Gao Xuefei held the girl's table, leaned down and started to chat: "Hey, beautiful girl, are you listening to music? What song are you listening to?"

Song Xingye took off one of his headphones and raised his face: "Any questions?"

The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, but both her tone and expression showed undisguised indifference.

Gao Xuefei said with a smile: "Nothing, just looking... Are you using an MP3 player? Oh, sure!"

Song Xingye stared at him coldly.

After a few seconds of silence, Gao Xuefei took a half step back and said, "Okay, okay, don't glare at me. Just listen to what you say. I won't bother you anymore."

Song Xingye nodded, put his headphones back on without saying a word.

Gao Xuefei put his hands in his pockets and walked away humming a little tune.

Xu Zhe was about to continue reading when he heard his deskmate whispering:

"If you ask her, what will her attitude be? Will she tell you what she heard?"

"I don't know, let's try it."

So, under Tao Ying's expectant gaze, Xu Zhe gently touched Song Xingye's shoulder, waited for the girl to turn around, and asked:

"What song are you listening to?"

Song Xingye still took off one earphone to speak, but this time his attitude was much gentler: "By the Butterfly Spring. Do you want to listen?"

Xu Zhe was stunned for a moment, nodded, took the headphones, leaned forward, and listened to the same song with her.

"I sing the ballad my mother sang

Peonies embroidered on gold plaque

I hum the tune that my father used to sing

Cattle and sheep grazing on the green grassland..."

The music played a very gentle tune. While listening to the song, Xu Zhe accidentally caught a glimpse of the girl shaking her head gently to the tune. Her profile, immersed in the music, was much cuter than the song itself.

Xu Zhe suddenly had a feeling, as if he was appreciating a work of art.

After listening to a song, Song Xingye paused it and asked, "What do you think?"

Xu Zhe: "I've heard of it, it's really good."

He actually wanted to say that this song made him miss her a little, but he couldn't say such a weird thing.

Xu Zhe returned the headphones to her.

Song Xingye took the headphones, smiled at him, turned around, took out the teaching materials for the next English class, put away the MP3 and prepared for class.

Tao Ying behind her had turned into a sculpture, stunned on the spot.

After a long while, when the bell rang for class, Tao Ying said to her deskmate solemnly, "You are not an ordinary boy!"

Xu Zhe: "...You think too much. It's just a song."

Tao Ying: "Don't you see how different she is from you to Gao Xuefei?"

Xu Zhe: "If it were you, would you be willing to talk to Gao Xuefei?"

Tao Ying thought about it and shook her head decisively.

Xu Zhe: “That’s it.”

When the bell rang, his deskmate stopped talking to him. But Xu Zhe looked at Song Xingye's back, her long black hair tied into a smooth ponytail, and the song "By the Butterfly Spring" was still echoing in his mind.

Just like the tragedy of the tour group during the summer vacation was changed, he knew that the tragedy that happened to Song Xingye would never happen again because he was here.

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Chapter 11 The best future

2023-09-06

The first monthly exam after entering junior high school is approaching in a blink of an eye.

The exam started on Monday, and on the Sunday before that, Xu Zhe sat in his bedroom and went through all the textbooks and exercise books for each subject - only those covered by the monthly exam.

He took this exam very seriously. After all, if his parents found his laptop in the future, he could get out of trouble by showing outstanding results. In his previous life, he never got the top scores in the class during junior high school. In this life, he wanted to at least get the top three in the class.

But on this Sunday morning, Tang Lingfei came to the door again.

After saying hello to Xu Zhe's parents, the girl barged into his bedroom and said bluntly, "It's over, it's over. I just realized that there are two or three courses that I still don't understand. Aren't you a good student? Teach me!"

"The exam is tomorrow. Isn't it a bit late to ask now?"

"It doesn't matter, just learn as much as you can!"

Seeing the girl's pitiful expression, Xu Zhe sighed: "Fortunately, this is only the monthly exam, and the test scope is very narrow... But you can't do this in the future."

"I must study hard in the future!"

Tang Lingfei raised her hand and swore an oath, but not only Xu Zhe, she herself didn't dare to believe it.

Xu Zhe: "Then tell me now, which parts do you not know?"

Tang Lingfei took out the exercise book and started to point. Xu Zhe explained the questions to her one by one...

Nearly half an hour passed like this, and he had finished explaining many questions.

Tang Lingfei suddenly said: "Your temper seems to have improved. But you still can't catch up with me in one aspect."

Xu Zhe: "What can't catch up with you?"

The girl raised her hands and gestured above their heads, grinning and saying, "For example, height!"

Xu Zhe sneered, "You'll only be proud of this for a year or two."

He decided to go to bed early tonight and drink a whole bottle of fresh milk before going to bed.

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In the examination room on Tuesday afternoon, after Xu Zhe checked his math test paper for the second time, he put down his pen and closed his eyes to rest.

As he expected, the difficulty of the monthly exam was not a challenge for him. It felt like taking a level 90 character back to the novice village to challenge a level 10 BOSS. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was to avoid being careless and making low-level mistakes. Even for the last big question, he knew how to answer it after just a few glances.

But the other students beside him certainly didn’t have it as easy as him. When Xu Zhe finished, most of the students were only halfway through writing. And when most of the students were almost done, he had already checked it twice.

He felt that there was really no need to check it a third time, so he let his mind go and thought about his next money-making plan...

Finally, the bell rang.

After the invigilator collected the test papers, Xu Zhe stood up and walked out of the examination room. It was called an examination room, but it was actually the classroom of Class 3 of the same grade.

When he walked out of the school gate, he faintly heard some girls quarreling behind him. Turning around, he saw Song Xingye and two other girls in the same class, who seemed to be confronting each other face to face.

How is this going?

Xu Zhe stopped in confusion, stood outside the school gate for a while, and waited for his deskmate Tao Ying to come.

He asked, "Is there a quarrel over there?"

Tao Ying's face was a little solemn: "Yes, I heard it when I passed by just now. It seems that Jiang Wenyi wanted to copy Song Xingye's paper, and she reported it."

Xu Zhe: "Is Jiang Wenyi the one sitting diagonally behind us who is particularly popular?"

Tao Ying nodded.

Xu Zhe suddenly understood something - if the same thing happened in his previous life, then he would understand why Song Xingye was not popular.

The feeling of being isolated and alienated by classmates is infinitely magnified during the sensitive and fragile adolescence. If the person is also aloof and does not take the initiative to communicate with others, she will fall into a vicious cycle of becoming more and more autistic. Because others will slander her, and she cannot defend herself, her image in the eyes of other classmates will naturally continue to be tarnished.

Of course, everything has just happened now, so there is no need to rush. After all, the jumping incident happened more than two and a half years later, so there is more than enough time to do something.

Xu Zhe already has several different plans.

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On the morning of the third day after the monthly exam, the art class of Class 7 was occupied by the head teacher to announce the monthly exam results and arrange parent-teacher meetings.

Teacher Sun stood on the podium, looked around a few times, and then sat on the seat against the wall.

Xu Zhe was a low-key student in this group of students. He was not active at all and was often found absent-minded in class. However, the magnitude of his absence was very small, making it difficult for the teacher to find an example... He did not look like a top student, but he turned out to be one in the exam.

Teacher Sun didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, she could only read directly from the total score statistics table:

"The first place in our class this time, fourth in the grade, is Xu Zhe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the crowd around him were focused on the spot against the wall. The students who were a little further away were confused, because the school had only been open for a little over a month, and the person almost never took the initiative to look for others to play with, so some students couldn't match this name with the handsome boy.

Teacher Sun said with emotion: "As the old saying goes, a half-full bottle of water sways, but a full bottle of water makes no sound. Do you know what this means? The better students are at studying, the less they talk. They just watch you guys quarreling silently. Look at him, he didn't say a word, but he got the first place in the class in no time. How amazing! But Xu Zhe, you can't be complacent. You have to keep working hard and keep up the performance."

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "I understand."

Teacher Sun nodded and looked at the form in her hand. The second place in the class was in line with her expectations. This girl's usual performance was very consistent with the word "good student". She was meticulous in class and always looked serious and rigorous. Coupled with that delicate little face, it was difficult for teachers of all subjects not to be partial to her.

"The second in our class, eleventh in grade, Song Xingye."

After Teacher Sun finished reading, the students' attention turned to the quiet girl again. However, there were six or seven female students looking at her with undisguised disgust and contempt.

Xu Zhe observed the expressions of these children calmly. Right now, the news that Song Xingye reported Jiang Wenyi in the examination room has not spread completely, but after that, with the collective propaganda of Jiang Wenyi and others, more and more people will isolate Song Xingye, even including some boys.

He glanced at Song Xingye diagonally in front of him again.

Compared to her previous sitting upright, her back is now slightly bent and her head is lowered a little.

Teacher Sun praised: "Student Song Xingye usually performs well, everyone should learn more from her..."

Before he finished speaking, a girl whispered, "Are you learning from her to tell tales?"

Teacher Sun seemed to have heard nothing and continued, "Do your homework carefully, listen carefully in class, and ask the teacher if you don't understand something. The eight words "study hard and make progress every day" are posted on the blackboard. If you work hard, everyone will see the results. Okay, after I read out everyone's grades, I will rearrange the seats according to their rankings."

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Chapter 12 Stubborn

2023-09-06

In Xu Zhe's opinion, the seats arranged by the teacher were not as comfortable as before.

The new seat was right in the first row in front of the podium. This was a position that many good students liked, but he didn't like being the focus of the teacher's attention, and he didn't like being surrounded by people on both sides and behind him. If he did something else during class, he would be easily discovered. Besides, this position was not convenient to enter and exit.

His new deskmate is Song Xingye, whose grades are closest to his.

This saved a lot of effort. Since we were sitting at the same table, there were naturally plenty of opportunities for communication.

But at the beginning, Xu Zhe didn't talk to Song Xingye.He found that his new deskmate was in a very depressed mood and seemed unsuitable for conversation.

During the first break, an old friend came over and started talking to me.

Wenhao ran to his desk, holding onto it with both hands, still with a look of disbelief on his face: "When did you become so good? When you were in elementary school, you never ranked first in the class!"

Xu Zhe: "Brother has evolved, okay?"

Wenhao: "Isn't this cheating?"

Xu Zhe: "Don't talk nonsense. How about I explain the questions to you? Pick the ones you don't understand and the most difficult ones, and I'll be your teacher."

"Wait a minute..."

Wenhao quickly took a math workbook, turned to the back, and found a question that looked very complicated at first glance.

At this time, Song Xingye, who was sitting next to them, was attracted by the two people. But she just watched and didn't say anything.

Xu Zhe picked up the pen and started solving the problem on the spot. He had actually done this problem as an intelligence exercise before, and now he was doing it again in front of others, deliberately slowing down his speed to pretend to be thinking seriously.

It only took him two or three minutes to write down the solution process and the answer.

Wenhao: "It looks like that, but I don't know if what you wrote is correct."

Xu Zhe: "Just ask the teacher and you'll know."

Wenhao: "Then I'll go ask?"

Xu Zhe: "Don't just stand there, go now."

Wenhao hurriedly left the classroom and trotted towards the math teacher's office.

When he was doing the questions just now, the eyes of other students around him were no longer focused on him. The classroom was a little noisy at this time, but Xu Zhe felt that this environment seemed more suitable for chatting. And coincidentally, he also noticed that Song Xingye was looking at him just now.