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

Chapter 164 February

[Monday - Classroom of Senior 3 (1)]

Xie Wang walked in slowly, carrying a black backpack on one shoulder.

Her neat, short hair revealed her strikingly handsome face, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a sculpted jawline.

"Holy crap?"

Shen Hao rubbed his eyes, staring at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Wang, Wang-ge? Did you secretly go to South Korea for further studies this weekend without us knowing? Who did this haircut for you? It's amazing!"

Ah, mortals.

This is a custom-made piece personally designed by your Su Shen. Can you get this soulful cut in Korea?

He was just about to give Shen Hao a perfunctory reply when a roar suddenly erupted from the front door.

"Big brother!!!"

Zhao Zixuan had somehow sneaked to the door of Class 1 again:

"Dude! Your hairstyle is the pinnacle of human beauty! You're so handsome! It makes me want to date you."

The commotion was so loud that even several younger girls passing by in the corridor stopped in their tracks.

Their whispers could be heard clearly.

"Oh my god, is that Xie Wang from Class 1? He got a haircut?!"

"He's so handsome, help... I thought he was handsome even before he cut his hair, but now he's absolutely stunning..."

Xie Wang ignored Zhao Zixuan's madness and the commotion outside the window.

He walked straight to the last row, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Su Qinghe, sitting at the desk in front of me, was holding a red pen and seemed to be focused on reading an English book.

But if you look closely, you'll see that she's been staring at the word "abandon" for a full three minutes.

Xie Wang chuckled softly and leaned close to her ear:

"Teacher Su, did you hear the noise outside?"

Su Qinghe, who had always been indifferent to everything, suddenly felt a sour feeling of displeasure rising in his heart for no reason.

She didn't speak, but suddenly turned around to face Xie Wang.

To Xie Wang's somewhat astonishment, Su Qinghe reached out her fair hand and grabbed his collar.

She gently pulled him down a little.

The distance between them instantly closed. She pulled his collar closer and smoothed out a wrinkle on his turtleneck sweater.

Their actions were intimate and they were very possessive.

After making this gesture, she slightly raised her eyes and coldly glanced at the girls outside the window.

[Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! This beauty is already taken; unauthorized personnel are not permitted.]

The girls outside the window were frozen by that gaze, instantly feeling the absolute pressure of the Empress, and they quickly grabbed each other and ran away in fright.

"Let me read your book."

Su Qinghe loosened his collar and said coldly:

"Believe it or not, I'll shave your head bald next time."

Looking at her possessive little face, Xie Wang felt as if his heart had been bumped by something soft and yielding.

Who could resist this? I really want to stuff her into a sack and take her away.

……

The cold winter wind blew away all the withered leaves from the sycamore trees, and time seemed to fast forward.

In December, the days in Jiangcheng were divided into three distinct fragments.

The first fragment is the suffocating sea of practice questions.

After the first mock exam, Mr. Li and the teachers of all subjects were like they were on steroids, handing out as many test papers as snowflakes every day.

Xie Wang's wails in room 1602 never stopped every night.

Su Qinghe's red pen transformed into the Sword of Damocles, mercilessly severing all sorts of grammatical errors in his English essays.

"Xie Wang, the verb in the subjunctive mood should be 'were.' If you get it wrong, you'll have to memorize thirty more words tonight."

"...Teacher Su, if I keep memorizing like this, my brain is going to overflow."

The second fragment is Spark Network.

Lu Wen finally realized he was going to be a boss. Zhou Zixu, the network manager he had hired, was staring at a low-level vulnerability in an outsourced defense project in that converted office, and he plucked out the few hairs he already had.

"President Lu, the underlying logic of this firewall is too convoluted. I've been investigating for two days and still haven't found the overflow point!" Zhou Zixu shouted in despair.

Then, Xie Wang, who had just finished school, pushed open the door and came in wearing his school uniform. Without even putting down his schoolbag, he walked to the computer and his fingers flew through the air.

Three minutes later, I pressed Enter, and the vulnerability was fixed.

"All done. Lu Wen, remember to follow up on the final payment for this order."

Xie Wang picked up his schoolbag with one hand, glanced at his watch, and said, "I have to go. Teacher Su is still waiting for me to go back and do my science test."

Zhou Zixu was left standing there, completely awestruck by the screen full of perfectly crafted lexical language.

The third fragment is the chaotic New Year's Day rehearsal of Class 1, Grade 12.

[December 30th, 6:30 PM, Small Piano Room in the Art Building]

Only one day left until the New Year's Eve party.

The corridor was filled with the noise of people practicing their singing and rehearsals, while a heated argument was breaking out in the small music room at the end of the corridor.

Ah, youth! You are a bright and beautiful sorrow!

Lu Yi was wearing a black retro long trench coat that he had borrowed from some film crew.

He held a roll of aged parchment in his hand, his voice ethereal:

"We met here, in this prison called Senior Year, trying to fold wings from scrap paper. Look at the wind outside the window, blowing away the exam papers, scattering the vows, blowing us away, leaving no trace of our bones—"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!!"

The literature and art committee member, Qiao Yue, frantically grabbed her hair, rushed over, and slammed down on Lu Yi's parchment, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Master Lu! Ancestor Lu! Tomorrow is New Year's Day! It's time to welcome the new year! Not to visit graves! Can't you use a more positive term? What do you mean by 'no trace of the remains'?! Old Li would throw us off the third floor right then and there if he heard that!"

Lu Yi pushed up his glasses, looking at Qiao Yue with a pitying gaze:

"Qiao Yue, your understanding of art is too shallow. This is the most realistic portrayal of senior year of high school. It is recognizing the nature of destruction in the midst of revelry."

"I'll destroy your grandpa!" Qiao Yue was so angry she wanted to hit someone.

"Alright, let him read it."

A languid voice came from the center of the music room.

Xie Wang leaned against a black grand piano.

He tried on his costume for tomorrow's performance today—a minimalist black shirt with a subtle pattern.

"Anyway, everyone in the school knows about his shady ways, so two negatives make a positive, and maybe the contrast will be even stronger."

After saying that, Xie Wang ignored the argument in the corner.

His gaze remained fixed on the girl sitting at the piano.

Su Qinghe has already changed into his performance outfit for tomorrow.

It was a long, champagne-colored starry dress, with layers upon layers of skirt that shimmered with tiny sparkles under the dim light of the music room.

Her long hair was casually tied up with a pearl hairpin, revealing her graceful shoulder and neck lines.

Xie Wang's inner thoughts: Oh no, I'm starting to have second thoughts.

Ms. Su is so beautiful. If all the boys in the school stare at her tomorrow, we're doomed.

"Should we go over the intro's entry point one last time?"

"it is good."

Xie Wang put down the water bottle and walked to the standing microphone.

Su Qinghe took a deep breath and her fingertips fell lightly.

"Zheng—"

The clear and ethereal sound of the piano flowed through the practice room.

The iconic prelude to "The Wind Rises" was performed cleanly and grandly by her fingertips.

Xie Wang lowered his eyes and looked at her under the lamplight.

He stepped to the rhythm of the piano, and at the very moment the last accented note fell, his thin lips parted slightly.