Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 200 Even Professors Confess—Female Protagonist's Perspective [Part 3] (46)

Chang Le is dark, vicious, and heartless.

She disliked her younger brother, finding him noisy, annoying, a habitual liar, and incorrigible.

Sometimes she really wanted to kill him.

But sometimes I would fall silent, feeling a pang of sympathy.

That was a child who was abandoned by his biological mother.

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With the vocational high school entrance exams approaching, many friends in Changle want to attend vocational high schools.

Her math teacher advised her to attend a vocational high school, and her English teacher also advised her, saying that she wouldn't be able to get into university.

A profound sense of inferiority and anxiety overwhelmed Chang Le.

The pain can only be relieved for a moment.

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Mom found a puppy, it's a little Teddy.

It's a girl, and her name is Diudiu.

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In her final year of junior high, all her friends went to vocational high school, and no one was there to keep her company anymore.

Chang Le is in a top class. He is excellent in Chinese and ranks first in the grade, but he is consistently ranked last in math and his science subjects are not much better.

Unfortunately, the math teacher was also the homeroom teacher of another top-performing class. Just like her mother, he was assertive, strict, and intolerant of anyone who made a mistake.

She couldn't tolerate Chang Le's poor performance. She would ridicule Chang Le in front of everyone in the class for being last in the class, hit her with a branch, and call Chang Le to the office to squat on the ground and rewrite her homework with other equally bad classmates.

"How rude! Don't you know how to greet people when you go out?"

Chang Le: "...Goodbye, teacher."

She and the other students bowed before taking the assignment and leaving the office.

Even though Chang Le put her heart and soul into writing that assignment, spending an entire afternoon on it.

But the result was wrong.

Everything is wrong.

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During that time, she was the only girl sitting at the podium.

In math class, she would always be called on to answer questions or go to the front of the class to solve problems.

If you answer incorrectly, you'll have to stand at the back of the class for the entire period.

Later, with the addition of English and Chemistry classes, she stood up more often than she sat down each day, feeling constantly anxious and uneasy.

I dread Mondays the most, and look forward to Fridays the most.

She had also seen her math teacher in the office, sighing as he held her 89-point test paper, frantically searching with the class representative for any possibility of adding another point.

"Sigh, it's already 89 points, one more point won't make a difference."

The math teacher muttered to himself.

Her chemistry teacher had also shown concern for her privately, as had all the science teachers.

Perhaps it is true that strict teachers produce outstanding students.

Perhaps all the science teachers wanted to give her a helping hand.

But the one who was pulled up at that time was Chang Le, who already had psychological problems.

Back then, Chang Le would have conversations with herself in her notebook, creating an imaginary friend. She would repeatedly carve scratches on her arms, pinch her thumb until it bled, and deliberately take detours on her way home from studying late at night. With her head full of stars, she would talk to herself, daydream, and hum songs she couldn't understand.

"Mom... I can't be happy."

"Could you take me to see a psychologist?"

She once mustered the courage to speak to a woman.

"Why so much happiness or unhappiness, depression? What could a young child possibly be depressed about?" the woman scoffed.

"You're working? Are you as tired as me? Huh? I cook for you every day, buy you clothes, and take you out to play. You're studying and sitting all day, what are you depressed about? I haven't even said I'm depressed!"

"..."

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I had a fight with my mom.

Her mother told her to go die.

That was the first time her mother had ever scolded her like that.

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Chang Le chose a regular high school and got into the top class there.

She met that dazzlingly sunny person again.

Is it Ji Ye...?

Chang Le silently watched the tall figure holding a basketball, chatting and laughing with others.

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During the Qingming Festival, Chang Le would return to his hometown to pay respects at his uncle's grave.

She is the only younger generation in the family, and her mother has also started menstruating.

According to the older generation, parents who have outlived their children should not visit their children's graves, as hell will punish unfilial children who die young. Therefore, maternal grandparents never visit their maternal uncles.

Chang Le thought it was ridiculous.

But most of the time, she was indeed alone when she went to the grave.

Holding a scimitar, he cut through the overgrown brambles and crossed the steep ground that could only accommodate one foot at a time. Chang Le saw the pile of stones buried under the leaves.

Chang Le played the Cantonese version of "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" on his phone while clearing weeds, burning incense, and setting off firecrackers.

"..." She looked at the pile of stones covered with moss.

“Uncle, everything is fine at home. My grandparents are healthy, my mother is doing well, and I’ve been accepted into high school.” “Remember to collect the things that need to be burned, and take good care of yourself.”

"I'll come see you again next time, Uncle."

Chang Le muttered to herself, she didn't know what she was saying, but she just wanted to say something.

The loss of loved ones is an eternal sorrow in life, one that no one can escape.

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In the first year of high school, students are not divided into arts and sciences classes; they are assigned to classes based on a placement test at the beginning of the semester.

She and Ji were in the same class, and the teacher assigned them seats.

"Ji Ye... um... sit next to Chang Le. One is good at humanities, and the other is good at science. They can help each other." The teacher said, pointing to Chang Le's seat.

The handsome young man looked over, and Chang Le met his eyes.

Then, the boy smiled.

He walked towards her, stood in front of her, and extended his hand: "Hello, classmate."

"..." Chang Le stared blankly, then hesitantly reached out her hand.

The boy held her hand tightly.

"Hello... my deskmate," Chang Le replied softly.

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"呲-"

The red pen kept drawing on the notebook, but left no trace.

Chang Le frowned.

Suddenly, Yu Guangzhong handed him a red pen.

That hand was beautiful, with distinct knuckles, even more vibrant than a red pen.

"Here you go." Ji Ye looked at her.

"..." Chang Le took it, pursed her lips, and said, "Thank you."

She held the pen, her hand trembling slightly.

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When Chang Le first entered high school, she was eager to integrate into a small group.

She forced herself to pretend to be cheerful.

She didn't want to walk alone;

I don't want to eat alone in the cafeteria;
I don't want to be alone.

Why would a classmate come up to her and ask, "Why do you always eat alone?"

Chang Le: "..."

I felt so awkward and uncomfortable being alone. I didn't know what to do with my hands or how to move my feet.

Let her integrate into a group of girls.

It's okay to be marginalized.

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She was always the one who couldn't fit in.

An invitation that you mustered up the courage to extend may be politely declined the next second.

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He gradually became familiar with Ji Ye, who was a real chatterbox.

No matter how much she said that ruined the atmosphere, he could always respond and even start a new topic.

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Ji also asked her to watch his basketball game.

There were so many people there, Chang Le didn't like it and wanted to refuse.

"Come on, come on, my good deskmate." Ji Ye lay on the table, looking at her with deep, smiling eyes.

Chang Le was sitting inside against the wall, and Ji Ye was being unreasonable: "If you don't go, I won't let you come out."

Chang Le: "..."

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She still went.

The boy shone brightly in the crowd, winning cheers from everyone.

Watching the boy lift his shirt to wipe his sweat, his abs undulating and eliciting screams from the girls, some of them were itching to offer him water.

Chang Le lowered her eyes and gradually retreated.

He shines like the sun.

He was not someone she could have.

Just a second before Chang Le completely disappeared into the crowd, the boy rushed over and grabbed her hand.

"Good deskmate."

Ji looked at her and smiled, "Where's my water?"

Chang Le was taken aback.

She came empty-handed.

"Never mind." Ji Ye laughed at her blank expression. "Go get my student card from that locker over there, go to the cafeteria and buy me a bottle of water, then wait for me in the classroom, okay?"

After a pause, Ji Ye glanced at the girls over there, then turned back to look at Chang Le seriously: "I only want what you give me."

Everyone around was looking this way. Chang Le's face turned bright red with a "bang," and she hurriedly shook off the boy's hand and ran away.

(End of this chapter)