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

Monday morning, Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

"They're here! They're here!"

Someone shouted in the corridor, and everyone in the senior class (1) turned to look at the back door of the classroom.

Xie Wang and Su Qinghe walked into the classroom side by side.

"Bang!" Shen Hao was the first to spring up from his chair, and Xu You couldn't stop him. He sprinted to Xie Wang at top speed and, with a "thump," dramatically waved his hands in mid-air.

"Welcome back, God of Delusion!!!"

That deafening shout seemed to have unlocked some kind of sealed switch. The classroom erupted in cheers and applause that nearly lifted the ceiling.

Xie Wang helplessly reached out and rubbed his ears, which were aching from the noise.

Lin Lu and Xu You also came over, excitedly grabbing Su Qinghe's hands, "Qinghe, you don't know, all the girls in the school are asking about Xie Wang now, saying he's a once-in-a-century roguish and handsome geek!"

Su Qinghe internally ranted: What does "badass geek" even mean? Did they learn these terms from some old-fashioned domineering CEO novels? How embarrassing.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she coughed a little awkwardly, trying to intimidate the room with her academic genius aura: "Go back to your seats, morning reading is about to start."

The naive teacher Su thought that bringing out early morning reading would suppress this group of restless adolescent primates.

But she forgot that No. 1 High School not only has top students, but also... geniuses.

She had barely finished speaking.

"Bang—!!!" The front door of the classroom was kicked open violently from the outside.

"Big brother!!! Big sister-in-law!!!"

A powerful roar, as if Zhang Fei himself had been reborn, came from the doorway.

The whole class turned to look.

There stood Zhao Zixuan, a student in the second year of high school with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Despite the freezing weather and a temperature of five degrees Celsius, he wore only a tight-fitting black sports vest, as if showing off his proud biceps to the world.

He was carrying a huge cardboard box and strode over to Xie Wang's desk.

"Thump!" The cardboard box was placed heavily on the ground, and the sound of glass bottles colliding came from inside.

Zhao Zixuan clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to Xie Wang at a perfect 90-degree angle, his eyes filled with fervor.

"Brother! I've watched the video of your battle in Beijing yesterday eight hundred times! That speed! That spirit! You really made all the men of Jiangcheng proud!"

He pointed to the box on the ground, his face full of ingratiating praise:

"I have no way to repay you! Here's a case of Tesco and Red Bull! Brother and Sister-in-law, take some to nourish yourselves!"

Xie Wang looked at his classmates around him, who were trembling from trying not to laugh, and felt the veins on his forehead throbbing excitedly.

Damn, this is a hundred times worse than being attacked by hackers.

"Zhao Zixuan." Xie Wang took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he squeezed out the words, "How is this any different from gangsters paying homage to their superiors?"

"Big brother is right! I didn't think it through! Next time I'll put it in a black plastic bag and deliver it privately!" Zhao Zixuan chuckled foolishly.

Su Qinghe couldn't hold back any longer.

Just as the demons were dancing wildly, a faint voice drifted from the corner.

"Noise..." Lu Yi sat in his seat, holding the same foreign poetry collection that never changed.

He pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Zixuan and Shen Hao through the lenses with a look of compassion for all living beings: "Humans always like to use this kind of vulgar clamor to cover up the emptiness of their souls and the lack of intelligence."

Lu Yi unusually gave a very high evaluation: "However, just for the fact that you burned that arrogant blond's motherboard, you deserve this carton of pure milk, Amen."

"..." Xie Wang looked at Lu Yi, his lips twitching twice.

"Ring ring—" The bell for morning reading finally rang, like heavenly music saving Xie Wang.

Old Li, carrying his lesson plan and beaming, walked into the classroom and kicked Zhao Zixuan out. Class 1 of Senior Three finally returned to its usual order.

Time flew by and it was already late at night. In room 1601 of the Cloud Top Piano Room, only a warm yellow table lamp was on in the bedroom.

After taking a shower, Su Qinghe's long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.

She sat at her desk, in front of her a set of mock science papers she had just finished, and under the papers was a dark blue velvet diary.

With a gentle smile on her lips, Su Qinghe turned to the latest page of her diary.

[November 10, Sunny turning cloudy] I'm back from Beijing.

He won, won brilliantly, and won the spotlight.

Watching him stand under the spotlight, trampling those arrogant prejudices underfoot, I suddenly felt that my youth should belong to such a vast world.

Su Qinghe paused for a moment as he wrote this.

Her gaze swept across the desk calendar and landed on a date for next week—November 18th.

Xie Wang's birthday is in eight days.

Su Qinghe put down his pen, his fingers unconsciously stroking the deep Czech meteorite necklace on his collarbone.

This is a star that Xie Wang personally crafted for her on her eighteenth birthday.

"Then... what should I give him?" Su Qinghe leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.

"Buzz—" The phone suddenly vibrated, and a message with the number [X] popped up at the top of the screen.

[X: Ms. Su, have you finished the science test? Aren't you going to sleep yet?]

[X: Don't stay up late, or you'll be lying in bed pretending to be dead again tomorrow.]

Seeing the message with such an irritating tone, she quickly typed a reply:

Y: I'm done, I'm going to sleep now.

[Y: Goodnight, Xie.]