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Silly Girl, Watch the Handsome Guys After School
墨書 Inktalez
Preface
Time flies, and before I knew it, I graduated.
On graduation day, Lu Weize and Qiao Qiran both came to attend my ceremony.
In the campus, Qiao Qiran kept taking pictures of me with his camera.
"Lin Chu, stand still, I'm about to take the picture."
I had no choice but to stand properly for him to take the photo.
After the photoshoot, Lu Weize went to buy some water.
Qiao Qiran pulled me along, saying, "Come on, I’ll take you to see some handsome guys."
"What handsome guys?"
"I don't know, but it seems like someone is proposing over there."
I was dragged along as we jogged, "Hey, slow down!"
"Hurry up, or we won't make it in time."
When we arrived at the proposal scene, a crowd had gathered, forming layers around it.
"That's the guy," Qiao Qiran pointed to the man in the center of the crowd. "He's proposing to his girlfriend."
I looked over.
The man had his back to me, and I couldn't see his face.
But the bouquet of white flowers in his hand was very familiar; it was my favorite Baby's Breath, pure and romantic.
At that moment, the man slowly turned around.
Our eyes met, and I was stunned. It turned out this handsome guy was...
Chapter 1
After completing the enrollment procedures at the Academic Affairs Office, my backpack was thrown off the balcony from the fifth floor.
I hurried downstairs and searched around, but I couldn't find any trace of my backpack.
"What are you looking for?"
I looked up and followed the direction of the voice, spotting a tall and thin boy near the basketball court not far away.
He was wearing a black sweatshirt, and his tousled bangs gave off an air of aloofness.
Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, he frowned impatiently and said, "I'm asking you a question."
"I... I'm looking for my backpack."
"Is that it?"
He pointed to the center of the basketball court, and only then did I see my backpack smashed to pieces by a basketball, with books and art supplies scattered everywhere.
The boy crossed his arms, looking nonchalant. "The wind was too strong earlier, I didn't see anyone, my hand slipped, and it hit it."
He held the basketball in one hand, flicked his wrist skillfully, and the ball traced a beautiful arc in the air before landing perfectly in the hoop.
I ran over to pick up my backpack and books one by one, then silently turned to walk towards the teaching building.
"Hey, what class are you in? What's your name?"
I instinctively wanted to answer but forced myself to hold back.
My mom had told me not to trust anyone at school, especially boys.
I couldn't help but think, "Hey, how cool is that?"
"Damn it! You dare to smash my backpack with a basketball?"
"My hand slipped."
"You damn it, you slip up eight hundred times a day..."
In English class, I was called on by the new teacher to answer a question.
But I stood there for a long time without saying a word, and the teacher mistakenly thought I was being deliberate, sounding somewhat displeased.
My deskmate, Gao Yu, helped explain, "Teacher, Lin Chu is a bit shy, please don't mind her."
Only then did the English teacher let me off the hook.
After class, Gao Yu leaned over to me and quietly reminded, "Next time in class, if the teacher calls on you again, just write the answer down on paper. That way, the teacher won't put you on the spot."
I smiled at her gratefully.
Gao Yu has a lively personality and is tall; sitting next to me, she acts like a bodyguard.
She propped her chin on her hand and asked me, "Do you know who in our class you shouldn't mess with?"
I shook my head.
"One is Qiao Qiran, and the other is Lu Weize."
She leaned over the desk, counting on her fingers: "Qiao Qiran's family is wealthy, and Lu Weize's family has connections. The two of them have been friends since childhood; they can practically walk all over this school."
"And they both especially love to beat people up, the really ruthless kind."
Just as I was saying this, a basketball suddenly flew in through the window, heading straight for the last row.
"Lu Weize, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"Slipped my hand."
Qiao Qiran was furious, but Lu Weize shut him down with just two words.
After school, I packed my things and followed Gao Yu downstairs.
As we reached the corner of the stairs, I suddenly felt someone bump into my back, causing me to stumble forward uncontrollably.
"Ah—"
I screamed in fright and instinctively closed my eyes, but the expected pain never came.
"Are you okay?"
I opened my eyes to see a familiar face.
It was the boy from this morning wearing a black sweatshirt.
He was holding my arm with one hand while gripping the shoulder strap of his backpack with the other. Water was dripping from the bottom of his backpack, soaking the front of his shirt.
"Thank you."
I steadied myself, wanting to take back my backpack, but he deliberately moved aside.
I looked up at him, somewhat puzzled.
Lu Weize pressed his lips together and said, "Your name is Lin Chu, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Lu Weize."
After saying that, he handed me the backpack and turned to head downstairs.
Qiao Qiran was standing at the corner of the stairs, arms crossed, looking at us with a smirk. "Well, well, Lu Weize, making moves on a new classmate on your first day of school."
Lu Weize ignored him and continued down the stairs.
Qiao Qiran's smile instantly faded as he shot me a fierce glare. "What are you looking at? Want to die?"
Gao Yu quickly pulled me down the stairs.
It wasn't until we walked out of the school gate that she finally let go of my hand and patted her chest in relief. "That scared me to death!"
"Qiao Qiran's gaze just now was like he wanted to kill someone."
"Lin Chu, you need to be careful in the future. Don't offend them."
I obediently nodded.
Chapter 2
I returned home after school.
Mom and my Stepfather were both on business trips, leaving only my sister Lin Xiu and me at home.
Lin Xiu was doing her nails in the living room. When she saw me come in, she casually asked, "Was school okay today?"
"Yeah."
"That's good."
She lowered her head and continued to fiddle with her crystal nails, not even glancing at me.
Suddenly, my stomach let out a loud growl.
After finishing one hand, Lin Xiu finally spoke up, as if it were a favor: "There are cookies in the kitchen. You can have some to tide you over."
"Oh."
I put down my backpack and went to the kitchen to grab a bag of cookies, squatting beside the coffee table and quietly munching.
Lin Xiu glanced at my school uniform and disdainfully curled her lips. "It's so outdated."
"Once Mom and Dad get married in a while, you'll have new clothes to wear."
I looked up and cautiously asked, "Will Mom buy me new clothes?"
"Of course."
Lin Xiu raised her freshly done crystal nails, her tone filled with contempt. "Otherwise, do you think my mom would let you come back from the orphanage? It's just to give Dad some face."
"But don't get too proud. Even if you're back, you'll never be better than me."
"I am my dad's biological daughter; you're just an adopted child."
I stared blankly at Lin Xiu, feeling a sudden pang of discomfort in my heart.
In fact, Lin Xiu is not Mom's biological daughter either; she was also adopted.
It's just that she was luckier than me, found by Stepfather three years ago and brought home.
Even so, she has never treated me as a sister.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the pitch-black night outside, unable to fall asleep.
My autism isn't very severe, but the doctor advised me to interact more with peers, which is why Mom transferred me to a new school.
This new school is indeed beautiful, but I feel an unprecedented loneliness.
Chapter 3
The next day at school, Gao Yu was late.
The homeroom teacher made her stand at the door and asked her why she was late.
Gao Yu stammered and couldn't say anything.
Suddenly, a mocking voice came from the back row: "Old teacher, Gao Yu's period came, can't you be a little lenient?"
The classroom erupted in laughter.
Gao Yu's face turned bright red, and she was on the verge of tears.
The homeroom teacher looked displeased: "Zhao Xinghai, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to the office."
Zhao Xinghai shrugged, noncommittal.
After class, Gao Yu lay on her desk crying, her shoulders shaking.
I took out a tissue and handed it to her. She took the tissue and choked out a thank you.
I awkwardly patted her back and clumsily comforted her: "Don't... don't cry."
Gao Yu wiped her tears and said with a sob, "How could Zhao Xinghai do this?"
"He just bullies people because he thinks he’s friends with Lu Weize."
I awkwardly patted her back, unsure of how to comfort her.
Lu Weize was the boy in the black sweatshirt from yesterday.
He was indeed someone like Qiao Qiran, both untouchable figures in our class.
But I always felt that he was somewhat different from Qiao Qiran.
I couldn't quite put my finger on what that difference was.
During lunch, Gao Yu took me to the cafeteria.
We found a corner table to sit down at, and just as I pulled out my meal card, two tall figures appeared in front of us.
"What a coincidence, we meet again."
It was Lu Weize and Qiao Qiran.
I instinctively wanted to avoid them, but Lu Weize pressed down on my shoulder and said, "Why do you run away as soon as you see me? Am I really that scary?"
I shook my head.
"What’s wrong with you?"
I opened my mouth but couldn't say a word.
Lu Weize tilted his head, waiting for my response, but after a long pause, he sighed helplessly.
"Forget it, asking you is pointless."
He lowered his head and transferred some sweet and sour ribs from his plate to mine. "Eat more; you look so thin."
Qiao Qiran stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth and mumbled, "Lu Weize, when did you become so considerate?"
Lu Weize didn’t answer; he just glanced at him indifferently.
Qiao Qiran immediately shut his mouth.
Lu Weize had a strange temperament; although he always smiled, he gave off an invisible sense of pressure.
Especially when he stopped smiling, even Qiao Qiran felt a bit intimidated by him.
Chapter 4
On the way home from school, I took out my phone as I passed a street corner.
I opened Weibo.
【69: I ran into him.】
I posted a Weibo update, put my phone away, and touched my face.
It felt a bit hot.
I walked to the bus stop and waited for a few minutes until the bus arrived.
I paid my fare and found a window seat.
After about ten minutes of driving, the bus stopped at a platform in front of a high-end residential community.
I got off and walked into the community.
As soon as I entered, I saw Lin Yun organizing her luggage.
"You're back?"
She didn't look up, continuing to hang clothes from her suitcase into the wardrobe.
"How's the new school?"
I lowered my head and replied softly, "It's pretty good."
"What's so good about it? I can't see it," Lin Yun finally looked up at me, sizing me up with a hint of disappointment. "Look at you, getting bullied on your first day at school."
"Didn't Mom tell you? Don't cause trouble during school, especially don't offend those rich second-generation kids. What if you provoke them? How will you deal with their retaliation?"
I kept my head down, staring at my toes in silence.
Lin Yun sighed, "Forget it, talking to you about this is pointless."
"Anyway, you won't come into contact with anyone valuable."
"When Mom marries into the Qiao Family and becomes the mistress of the Qiao Group, you'll naturally meet those wealthy young men."
"At that time, you better make a name for yourself, got it?"
I continued to walk towards my room without saying a word.
Lin Yun cursed me from behind, "You're both cowardly and stupid; it's really a waste raising you!"
I returned to my room, took out my paintbrush, and stared blankly at the empty canvas.
I wasn't very interested in anything outside.
Painting was my only hobby and the only thing I was good at.
In the living room, Lin Yun was still humming Kunqu opera while packing her things.
She was about to move in with Qiao Qiran, and soon this home would be left with just me.
I inexplicably felt a bit restless, so I opened the drawer and took out a newspaper.
The newspaper had a large article reporting the suicide of the young lady of the Qiao Group.
It was said that she took her own life due to embezzlement of public funds and was unable to repay, fearing punishment.
But I knew that things were not that simple.
I took the newspaper and placed it on Lin Yun's suitcase, hoping she would see it.
However, Lin Yun seemed to be in a good mood; she was humming Kunqu opera and continued to hum until midnight.
Chapter 5
The next morning, I walked into the classroom and found everyone looking at me with strange eyes, whispering among themselves.
"Is she Lin Chu?"
"She’s quite pretty, what a pity..."
"What’s there to pity? Her mother is a prostitute; she must be one too!"
I followed their gazes and looked at the blackboard at the back of the classroom.
On the blackboard, it read: "The Lin family, her mother is a prostitute!"
It’s obvious that this is definitely a prank by Qiao Qiran.
I clenched my fists tightly, holding back the tears in my eyes, and picked up the eraser to wipe the blackboard.
But the blackboard was just too high; no matter how high I stood on my tiptoes, I couldn’t reach it.
Suddenly, a stool appeared in front of me.
I turned around in surprise and found it was Lu Weize.
He held out a stool and said expressionlessly, “Use this.”
After saying that, he shoved the stool into my hands and walked straight back to his seat.
I glanced gratefully at his back, placed the stool on the ground, stepped up, and wiped the words off the blackboard with all my might.
The classroom was extremely quiet, with everyone watching me and Lu Weize, whispering among themselves.
“What does Lu Weize mean by this? Doesn’t he know that Qiao Qiran doesn’t like anyone with the surname Lin?”
“Who knows? Maybe Lu Weize wants to get back at Qiao Qiran.”
“Really? From Lu Weize’s expression just now, he didn’t seem like someone who wanted to get back at anyone.”
“Alright, enough talking. We’ll find out when Qiao Qiran gets here.”
I finished wiping the blackboard, put the stool back in place, and walked to my seat to sit down.
As soon as I settled in, Gao Yu leaned over and whispered, "Are you okay?"
I shook my head.
Gao Yu patted his chest and said, "You scared me! I thought Lu Weize was going to hit you."
"I can't believe Lu Weize actually helped you; that's really surprising."
I instinctively glanced in Lu Weize's direction.
He was sitting sideways at his desk, resting his chin on one hand. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on his perfect profile.
Noticing my gaze, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What are you looking at?"
I quickly lowered my head, my heart racing.
Lu Weize might have a strange temperament, but he didn't seem as difficult to get along with as Qiao Qiran.
At least he saved me twice yesterday.
During the morning class, Qiao Qiran arrived.
He was wearing a school uniform with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking quite nonchalant.
As he walked into the classroom, he first threatened everyone with a glare before taking his seat.
After sitting down, he turned to glance at the blackboard and then shot a fierce glare at Lu Weize.
However, Lu Weize completely ignored him.
Qiao Qiran nudged Lu Weize's arm with his elbow. "What do you mean by that?"
Lu Weize didn't even look up. "What do you mean?"
"Are you playing dumb with me?"
Qiao Qiran's tone was somewhat displeased. "You know very well that girl was brought in by me, yet you still helped her?"
Lu Weize flipped a page of his book and replied nonchalantly, "I didn't help her."
"Then why did you give her a chair?"
"Just a casual gesture."
Lu Weize's tone was flat, as if he were discussing something trivial.
He paused for a moment and added, "Also, don't do such childish things in the future."
Qiao Qiran snorted coldly. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"I just don't want you to get into trouble."
Lu Weize lifted his eyelids and glanced at Qiao Qiran. "Lin Yun is about to marry into the Qiao Family. If you cause trouble at this critical moment, be careful your dad doesn't deal with you."
Hearing this, Qiao Qiran reluctantly hummed, "Got it."
"How boring."
After saying that, he lazily leaned back in his chair and yawned.
In the front row, Zhao Xinghai leaned over with a grin, "Qiao Bro, since you brought that girl in, can we..."
He made a lewd gesture, laughing meaningfully.
Qiao Qiran looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Are you out of your mind?"
"That girl has autism. If anything happens to her, my dad will kill me."
Zhao Xinghai felt a bit embarrassed after being scolded. "I was just trying to lighten the mood for you, Qiao Bro."
"Get lost!"
Qiao Qiran cursed and suddenly seemed to remember something. "Hey, do you think Lu Weize might have taken a liking to that girl?"
Zhao Xinghai immediately denied it. "Impossible!"
"What status does Lu Weize have? He's the heir of the Lu family, the top of the four great families. What woman does he not want?"
"How could I possibly be interested in someone like him?"
Qiao Qiran stroked his chin, deep in thought. "That's true."
After school in the evening, I was the only one left at home.
I returned to my room, took out my drawing board, and began to sketch the view outside the window.
This is my daily routine.
I can only draw; it's the only thing I'm good at.
When I draw, I can temporarily forget about the unpleasant things.
But today, no matter what, I couldn't calm my mind.
Lu Weize's handsome face kept appearing before me.
He held a basketball in one hand, skillfully flicking his wrist as the ball arced beautifully through the air,
landing perfectly in the hoop.
He had one hand resting on my arm while the other gripped the strap of his backpack, droplets of water
falling from the bottom and soaking his shirt.
He shoved a bench into my hands and said expressionlessly, "Use this."
I slapped my forehead, trying hard to push Lu Weize's face out of my mind before continuing to draw.
I had only painted a few strokes when suddenly, I heard the sound of the door opening outside.
I put down my paintbrush and walked to the living room.
Lin Yun was humming a tune as she dragged her precious suitcase inside.
"Mom, are you going out again?" I asked.
Lin Yun shot me a glare. "What do you mean 'going out again'? I'm moving in with your dad!"
She proudly opened the suitcase and started pulling things out.
Designer clothes, designer bags, designer cosmetics...
With each item she took out, she had to show off for a long time.
"Did you see this? This is the bag your dad bought for me, it cost a hundred thousand!"
"And this one, this is the sapphire ring your dad gave me, it's worth a fortune!"
I stared at her in a daze, feeling a bit upset inside.
Since childhood, Mom had always favored my sister more.
She bought my sister beautiful clothes, toys, and took her on trips...
While I could only hide in the corner and watch my sister with envy.
As I grew up, Mom became the mistress of the young master of the Qiao family. She moved out to live with him and only came back to see me during the New Year.
During the New Year, she would buy many gifts for her sister, while my gift was a medication used to treat autism.
After Lin Yun finished showing off her treasures, she finally remembered me.
"By the way, in a couple of days it's the weekend. Clean up your room; I'm bringing friends over."
"Oh."
"Tsk, you're really hopelessly stupid."
Lin Yun looked at me with impatience as I fumbled around and frowned. "If it weren't for your dad insisting that I take you along, I really wouldn't want to deal with you."
"I really don't know whose genes you inherited, being both stupid and clumsy, just like your short-lived dad!"
After saying that, she strutted back to her room in her high heels.
I stood there dazed, my eyes slowly turning red.
Since I was little, my mom has always hated me.
She said I was a jinx who caused my dad's death.
She forbade me from calling her mom, saying I didn't deserve to be her daughter.
But I was only six years old when dad died.
I wiped my tears and quietly returned to my room.
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