When Meng arrived at the classroom, it was still early. There were only two people in the class, one was Class Monitor Guan Xiaoye, who was the first to open the classroom door. The other was Hong Hui, who was the hardest working student in the class. It is said that he had to stay up until 11 oclock every night to do his homework and read books, but his grades were always mediocre, hovering around the middle of the class.

  Meng Ting walked in when Guan Xiao Ye was the first to see her.

  Then the pen inadvertently drew a thick line on the paper, and his eyes stared blankly at Meng Ting.

  Meng Ting felt a bit uneasy, but still said warmly: "Good morning."

  She sat down in her seat, and Hong Hui noticed the person sitting next to him sit down, excitedly flipping open his chemistry book: "Meng Ting classmate youre here, I thought about this element reasoning question for a long time yesterday, after filling in sulfuric acid copper here, I couldnt figure it out, can you..."

  Meng listened and took over his chemistry book, on which black water-based pens had been repeatedly revised, proving that Hong Hui was careful.

  She lowered her eyelashes, hesitated for a moment, and had an answer in her mind. She pulled out a draft paper and said softly: "This is not copper sulfate. Look at the series of descriptive reactions mentioned earlier, which are different from those of copper sulfate."

  She used draft paper to deduce the chemical formula, her thinking was clear and logical, writing and explaining as she went along. She didnt want to disturb Guan Xiaoye who was copying behind her, so she spoke in a soft tone that was almost gentle. Before long, one problem of reasoning had been solved.

  "Did you hear that?" She raised her eyes and saw Honghuis face turn bright red, all the way to his ear roots.

  Meng Ting slightly furrowed his brow and hastily stuttered: "Understood, understood."

  However, Honghui, who loved learning and had a single-minded devotion to it, didnt even know what she was saying for the first time.

  He was also like Guan Xiaoye, stunned and bewildered by an unspeakable shock in his heart.

  Is this person... Meng Ting, his deskmate?

  Hong Hui still remembers that when he swapped seats with Meng Ting, the group of vicious and cheap-mouthed boys in the class teased: "Wow, Hong Hui, you want to sit together with her, what a blessing!" While saying this, they made a gesture imitating a blind person grabbing randomly.

  Hong Hui was somewhat angry: "Meng Ting is the first name."

  "The bookworms eyes only see the first place haha!"

  Before Hong Hui got angry, the girls threw a book over: "If you say Meng Ting again, Ill go tell Teacher Fan."

  "Cut it out, youre so big now, and yet you still tell on me!" But in the end, nothing more was said.

  Its always been like this, every class has a portion of students who are left behind. There are also students with poor conduct, but very few people in the class would speak ill of Meng Xiang, most are sympathetic and pitiful.

  But he didnt know why today, Hong Hui suddenly remembered that day when a group of people sarcastically teased " Yan Fu was not shallow".

  Good fortune is not shallow...

  Boys of this age are also sensitive in that aspect, no matter how rigid they appear.

  His face turned bright red, feeling like he was about to fall off his seat. He could only absent-mindedly pick up the paper and look at Meng Tings elegant handwriting as she explained her reasoning process. Fortunately, after waiting for a long time, he finally calmed down.

  But I didnt feel that way before, now sitting next to Meng Ting, its inexplicably awkward.

  Its not that its hard... its just easy to get distracted.

  Her eyes have recovered and theyre incredibly beautiful!

  Meng went to the classroom and started practicing genetic trait reasoning questions in biology. The test papers had not been nationalized yet, and the types of questions on the college entrance examination were relatively fixed and routine.

  The last big question on the exam paper must be a property inference question.

  She didnt take the college entrance exam in her previous life. She studied until the first semester of her third year, when an accident happened. She was burned and disfigured by a big fire, and had been recovering in the hospital. Just before the college entrance exam, Shus father passed away, and Meng missed the exam.

  Since shes been reborn, she wont let these things happen again and also wants to smoothly attend university.

  She also had the same expectations as her classmates for this sacred place called university.

  By 7:10, classmates started coming in one after another.

  Then everyone reacted like Guan Xiaoye and Hong Hui, for the first time in over a year of high school, the classroom was as quiet as a chicken.

  Everyone looked at Meng Ting with an incredible gaze.

  If Meng had been so beautiful from the start, everyone would have sneaked a peek, but they wouldnt be stunned like this. The key is that student ID photo taken in high school, looking at that spicy eyes for a year, and suddenly one day, discovering that shes a super beauty, the whole person was confused by the contrast.

  The students came one by one, some of whom didnt notice Meng Ting at first and were nudged by their classmates with an elbow, following the gaze to look over. With a surprised face: "She... is that Meng Ting?"

  Zhao Nuanju was different from Hong Hui, she still overslept in the second year of high school, came very late, and waited until everyone in the class had arrived. She then rubbed her sleepy eyes and ate a bun on her way over, afraid that the smell of the bun would be too strong, so she finished eating it outside the classroom before coming in.

  Shes a bit silly, as soon as she went in and saw Meng Ting, a girls face suddenly turned red, then subconsciously thought she had walked into the wrong place.

  It wasnt until I saw Hong Hui and Liu Xiao Yi that I realized I hadnt gone the wrong way.

  She was quite familiar with Meng Ting, and naturally understood that it was Meng Ting. The oil on her mouth didnt even have time to be wiped off. Her bright eyes sparkled as she sat up straight in her seat: "Meng Ting! Your eyes are better!"

  Meng Ting nodded with a smile.

  She smiles beautifully, with bright and shiny big eyes slightly curved, eyelashes curled up, with a natural shyness and purity.

  Zhao Nuan was excited: "Wow, youre so beautiful! My god!" She used to be afraid of hurting Meng Ting, and never dared to stare directly into his eyes, fearing that it would bring up painful memories for him. Now she couldnt believe her good friend was such a stunning beauty.

  She was so excited that she didnt know what to say.

  My goodness, listen and see if shes even more beautiful than Shen Yuqing from Class 14!

  Shen Yuqing is recognized as the school flower!

  But listening to this tone, its simply the first love that every boy wants to have.

  It was Fan Huiyings morning self-study session. She walked into the classroom with an English book in her arms, frowning and looking stern: "Ive said it before! Dont whisper to each other in the morning, recite English vocabulary loudly! Youre all in your second year of high school now, you need to take responsibility for your own future."

  The sound of chatting immediately turned into the sound of reciting vocabulary in a rising and falling tone.

  Fan Huiying saw her own English class representative and was stunned for a moment, then said to Meng: "Come to the office with me."

  Meng Ting followed him back then.

  The class almost boiled over when Teacher Wei and Meng Ting walked in. Everyone was chattering excitedly about Meng Tings recovered eyesight.

  Mr. Fan poured himself a glass of water in his office and then gestured for Meng Ting to sit down.

  She looked at Meng Ting with an expression as stern as ever, but her tone was laced with a hint of concern: "Is your eye okay, Meng Ting?"

  Meng nodded slightly.

  Although Teacher Fan thought it wasnt right to judge people by their appearance, she still frowned and reminded him: "Today youre supposed to give a speech under the national flag, and you look like this..."

  Birds on the wutong tree jump onto the branch and use their beaks to preen their feathers.

  Meng Ting listened attentively to Teacher Fans words.

  Teacher Fan suddenly couldnt speak anymore, sighed and said: "Alas, you child, you look good anyway." Its not possible that just because someone looks better theyre not allowed to give a speech, right?... "Where is the speech draft?"

  Meng took it out and showed it to Teacher Fan.

  Teacher Fan nodded in satisfaction after reading it, Mengs writing was very positive and couldnt pick out any mistakes.

  Meng Ting wore his student ID around his neck and put on a blue and white school uniform. When Fan teacher saw the photo, she felt that this was some kind of bad technique. She waved her hand and let Meng Ting go back.

  In our schools tradition, every Monday during the flag-raising ceremony, a student representative is chosen to give a speech.

  And this student representative defaults to the first in class.

  When it was Meng Tings turn in the first year, the head teacher considered Meng Tings situation and hesitated: "Teacher Fan, why dont you change to someone else in your class?"

  Fan Huiying shook her head in disapproval: "Although Meng Tings eyesight is not good, she is excellent. If the school replaces her because of her eyesight, it will easily make students feel inferior."

  So every semester its one class at a time, and Meng is always the first to speak up.

  Fortunately, there are many classes in school, and each class has at most two opportunities to speak per semester. Moreover, people come and go, and students are not patient enough to listen to chicken soup, except for knowing that senior threes Lu Yue is very beautiful, few people pay attention to Meng Ting, at most because of her strange glasses, they take a second look.

  This day is November 20th.

  Winter has arrived quietly, and students are wearing thick winter clothes under their school uniforms, looking clumsy and bloated.

  At first glance, it looks like a big white cabbage from somewhere.

  The female teachers were so cold that they kept rubbing their hands and blowing air.

  Other classes found that the people in Class 1 of High School today were particularly strange, basically everyone stretched their necks to look at the stage, revealing an inexplicable excitement.

  The hosts clear voice said: "Next, we have invited the student representative Meng Ting from Class 2 of Grade 10 to give a speech under the national flag."

  A lukewarm and scattered applause slowly rose from below.

  Meng Ting walked up to the stage with her speech notebook, grasped the microphone and began in a clear, sweet voice: "Hello everyone, Im Meng Ting from Class 2 of Senior Grade 2. Today my speech is titled Cherish Time, Dont Disappoint Our Country."

  The kind of clichéd school-standard chicken soup that makes you feel drowsy just by listening to it.

  But some people looked over because of this pleasant sound and standard Mandarin.

  Dew on the branches condenses and drips down, every breath exhaled turns into white mist in the cold air.

  The girl on the stage wore a simple school uniform, blue and white jacket, black trousers. Her ponytail was tied up with a hair tie, her long hair was refreshing. The air bangs had a few points of gentle and peaceful meaning.

  She has great temperament, however... her face is even better!

  No matter in which era, people have always been powerless against beautiful things. Before long, a flurry of chatter and discussion erupted from the front.

  The balding headmaster with a beer belly shouted: "All of you be quiet, any class that makes noise again will have their conduct points deducted!"

  Finally calmed down.

  Those in the back couldnt see but sensed something was amiss, knowing that something must have happened. They couldnt clearly see the people on stage and felt somewhat stifled inside.

  However, everyone was curious and tried every means to investigate, and finally got a shocking message - Meng Ting in Class 1, who was said to have poor eyesight, is now better than Shen Yuqing, the school flower of Class 22!

  Goodness gracious, this is terrible!

  Shen Yuqing is so proud because of her good looks, and everyone acknowledges that she is one of the most beautiful school flowers in the history of No. 7 Middle School.

  Shes even more beautiful than the school flower, doesnt that mean the title of school flower should be passed on?!

  Then a magical chicken soup theory was given, and everyone listened with great enthusiasm.

  Lu Yue was shocked, of course she remembered Meng Ting, Meng Ting had defeated her in the Olympic math competition, but at that time she comforted herself that Meng Ting was just a classmate with eye problems, now the whole person is almost dizzy.

  What if Meng listened to her, would she be more than just good grades?

  She remembered that day when Jiang Ren was impatient and told her to leave, but then smiled and asked Meng Ting to buy water. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists. The third-year students standing behind couldnt see them, but the gossip about changing the school flower spread like autumn wind, quietly and quickly reaching here.

  Shen Yuqing of Class Twelve felt even more unbearable, her face turning pale and then flushing again.

  When Meng heard that he was going down, he also felt the change that had taken place. However, after living for two lifetimes, her mentality became more tenacious and she didnt care about these things anymore.

  On Monday after school, Fan Huaiying occupied a physics teachers class.

  Mr. Deng, who teaches physics, said discontentedly: "My class is also in a hurry, cant Mr. Fan discuss with other teachers?"

  Some students also felt annoyed: "Teacher Deng will definitely not last for two minutes, Teacher Fan is too overbearing."

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, Mr. Deng left after a while, and Ms. Fan came in, asking everyone to take out their English books.

  Classmates in the class were secretly grieving.

  When school was over, an unbelievable good news came.

  Teacher Fan said: "The school organized a batch of Warm Winter Mountain Climbing activities, hoping everyone to pay attention to exercise, just this Wednesday, we will go climbing Wangu Mountain."

  The class erupted in cheers.

  Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, she remembered that there was such a thing in her memory, that year their class went to climb Wangu Mountain.

  Jiang Ren also followed.

  At that time she was already the school flower of No. 7 Middle School, but at that time Jiang Nian came over to talk to her, and she didnt respond to a single sentence.

  "Listen, dont mind him, hes definitely here to flirt with Shen Yuqing. He sees you looking good and comes over to chat you up. People like that...hmmph, uneducated and uncouth, not a good person at all, just likes to play around with pretty girls."

  Meng nodded solemnly.

  To the extent that in her previous life, she thought Jiang Chen was just playing around.

  Perhaps it was a pursuit of something unattainable that led him to chase after himself for an entire year, doing many crazy things.

  Meng Ting felt a little worried at this thought.

  Kouga wont come this time... she thought uncertainly.

  ~

  Jiang Ren fell asleep in Li Cais classroom.

  The teacher looked at him several times, but didnt say anything. Forget it, this kind of rich second generation, loves to study or not, doesnt matter.

  He Junming found that Nige came especially early today and fell asleep on the table as soon as he arrived.

  He Junming said in a low voice: "Whats wrong with Brother Nian?" Even playing games all night didnt make him this tired.

  He Han pointed at Jiang Rens pants leg.

  On the young cowboys jeans, was winters icy mud.

  He Junmings mouth twitched: "He went to plant at midnight." As he thought about it, he found it more and more funny, and finally couldnt help but burst out laughing. The teacher glared at him: "He Junming."

  "Wow, wow!" He forgot he was still in class and responded with poor English.

  Jiang Nian woke up from his nap and found that school was already over. He lazily leaned back in his chair, stretching his waist.

  "What time is it?"

  He Junming reported the time and asked him: "Nige is going to play billiards this afternoon?"

  Jiang Ren nodded casually.

  "Where did you go last night, Brother Nian?"

  "Mind your own business."

  He Junming touched his nose, he was also curious.

  At noon, when a group of people went to the restaurant for lunch, they met several people from No. 7 Middle School.

  They are a group of rich second-generation kids from vocational school who have money, and basically dont eat at school. The food street outside has been eaten through by them, even the bosses know that these young masters are big spenders.

  Those people from Class 7 were discussing the morning flag-raising ceremony.

  Jiang Ning paused for a moment when she heard the two words "Meng Ting" as she was going upstairs.

  He Junming also heard, and clicked his tongue: "Its really different when youre good-looking. Its only been a day, I reckon shes already famous at No. 7 Middle School. The school flower must be replaced, this girl is so beautiful, there must be many people chasing her. However, that kind of person, Ive seen many since childhood, very cold and aloof. When I used to chat up girls like that, they would always ignore me. I dont know who can..."

  Fang Tan covered his forehead and looked at Jiang Ren who was silent. He felt a sense of despair about He Junmings intelligence.

  Pigs are smarter than him, this idiot!

  The floors in this building are not soundproof, and if you listen carefully, you can hear people talking.

  They were halfway through dinner when Jiang Ren suddenly went downstairs.

  He Han said: "Where is Nige going?"

  Fang Tan shook his head, he didnt know either.

  Jiang Ren went over to the table of students from Class 7, and as soon as they saw him, they immediately fell silent.

  The reason is none other than this young mans arrogant and intimidating demeanor, with his silver hair and earrings. Everyone guessed that he might be Jiang Ren, the one who was expelled from a wealthy family next door to their vocational school.

  Jiang endured a smile, with a few parts of lazy and unrestrained: "Boss come over, this table Ive got it."

  He turned his head and looked at the nervous "good students" of Class 7, clicking his tongue: "Dont be tense, classmates, just want to ask you something."

  He handed over the money to the boss while casually asking, "Are you guys from No. 7 Middle School going hiking?"

  The boy at the table was a bit pale, after all, he had heard rumors, and quickly nodded: "Right, from Wednesday to weekend, several classes will go separately. Climb the Wangu Mountain behind the school." He saw Jiang Nu listening seriously, almost subconsciously telling him all the news he knew, "It seems that the third year wont go, the first and second years will go, starting from the second year, twelve classes will form a large group to climb the mountain, and make wishes to the hundred-year-old tree at the top of the mountain."

  "Thank you."

  Jiang Ren and his friends were originally going to play pool in the afternoon. A group of young people rode their bikes and skipped class, heading to the most prosperous commercial street.

  At that time, the young mans collar was blowing in the wind, and the motorcycle engine roared loudly, causing passersby to stop and watch or dodge, or secretly scold him as a little rascal.

  The cold wind was blocked by her helmet, but Jiang Nians mind was filled with He Junmings unintentional words.

  She must be the school belle of Class 7.

  She originally disliked herself and didnt like to talk to him when she had eye problems. Now that shes white, obedient, and beautiful, who knows how many people like her?

  He felt uncomfortable for the first time in his life under the disdainful and contemptuous glances cast by passersby.

  As he passed by the clothing store, Jiang Ren suddenly stopped.

  He Junming said: "Whats wrong with Brother Nian?"

  Jiang Ren turned his head, took off his helmet and examined himself in the glass cabinet.

  That year his silver hair was disheveled, barely covering his eyebrows.

  Ripped jeans.

  Hes clearly not a good student, with an air of inherent badness about him. He and she are from different worlds.

  Jiang Ren pursed his lips and put on his helmet.

  "Im not going to play pool anymore."

  "Huh? Where are you going?"

  "Barber shop, dont follow me."