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I have actually always wanted to repay Si Nian, but it seems she doesn't need me to do anything. Whenever I'm with Si Nian, I can't help but smile. She is truly a special person.
"By the way, can I take a look at your notes?" Si Nian suddenly asked.
I was a bit taken aback. "Why do you want to see my notes?"
"Of course, to study," she replied, rolling her eyes at me. "Even if you're a delinquent now, you still need some education; otherwise, you'll be laughed at when you go out."
I chuckled, "Are you really worried about being laughed at?"
"Of course," Si Nian huffed lightly. "I don't want my girls to be called 'ignorant' or 'muscular but simple-minded' in the future."
I couldn't help but laugh. "You really care about them."
"Of course! I'm their leader," Si Nian said proudly, patting her chest.
I lent her my notes, and she actually showed them to her friends.
"You all better study hard; we have to take the college entrance exam in the future," she told them.
Her friends looked confused. "The college entrance exam? Isn't that for good students only?"
"Who said that?" Si Nian shot them a glare. "As long as you want to take it, no one can stop you."
Her friends nodded vigorously.
Watching this scene made me feel a bit sour inside. After all, Si Nian probably wants to go to school too, right?
Suddenly, she turned to me and asked, "Gao Ming, have you thought about which university you want to apply to?"
"I..." I was stunned. I hadn't really thought about that question.
"Forget it if you haven't," Si Nian waved her hand dismissively. "There's still a year and a half left anyway."
"Yeah." I nodded and didn't say anything further.
That night, when I got home, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I kept thinking about Si Nian's words. Why did she ask me that question? Did she want to go to college with me? The thought made my heart race uncontrollably.
Half a month later, I received the notes that Si Nian had organized for me. "How is it? My handwriting is pretty good, right?" she asked with a smile. I looked at the neat handwriting in the notebook and was somewhat surprised. "Did you write this?" "Of course," Si Nian said proudly, "I have practiced calligraphy."
Looking at her beautiful characters, I felt a bit envious. "It's really nice." "If you like it, I'll give you this notebook." "Really?" I was a little excited. Si Nian paused, "Can you not be so excited? It's a bit scary." I quickly composed myself, but I couldn't help feeling happy inside.
During the end-of-month test, my notes helped many people. They all came to thank me and asked if I had hired a tutor. "No, a friend helped me organize them," I answered honestly. "A friend?" They seemed surprised. "Who is it?" "It's..." Just as I was about to say Si Nian's name, a classmate suddenly sneered. "It's Si Nian, right?"
I was taken aback. "How do you know?" "Who else could it be?" That classmate looked disgusted. "She's the kind of person I hate the most." "What kind of person is she?"
My heart tightened.
"What kind of person could it be? Just someone who studies well and comes from a wealthy family, thinking they are above everyone else..."
At school, I had a conflict with them.
My mom wouldn't come, and the homeroom teacher, Old Zhang, was on a business trip.
It was Si Nian who helped me find someone to handle this matter.
While applying medicine to my wounds, she scolded me, "Gao Ming, do you think you can act recklessly just because you have me backing you up?"
I lowered my head and said nothing.
I was nine years older than Si Nian.
But in front of Si Nian, I could only act like an elementary school student.
Seeing that I didn't respond, she became even angrier: "Gao Ming, all you do is get into trouble. No wonder your mom doesn't care about you."
I sat awkwardly on the sofa.
Si Nian treated me well but never gave me any face.
"She can't fight."
A familiar voice rang out, and when I looked up, I saw Si Xiang.
She stood beside Si Nian, watching as Si Nian treated my wounds.
Si Nian temporarily left for something.
Si Xiang stared at me and scoffed, "Gao Ming, you used to be timid; you couldn't even fight."
I suddenly looked up.
What did Si Xiang mean? What did she mean by saying I used to be timid?
She slowly walked in front of me, crouched down, and looked up at me.
Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled: "At twenty-five years old, you dare to fight; you dare to wield a knife."
She was emotionally charged and finally choked up: "Gao Ming, are you really back?"
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