Meng Ting didn't expect it would turn out like this.

  Guan Xiaoye put away her schoolbag and walked over with a straight face: "This time it's the turn of the eight students in the fifth group to tidy up their seats. You guys pay attention when you leave school."

  She handed the exam admission ticket sticker to Fu Wenfei: "You take this one, I'm going home to study."

  "Some members of our group have asked for leave."

  "That can't be helped, let others share the burden. Or you see if others are willing to help."

  Fu Wenfei was a handsome boy and also the vice class monitor. His grades were much better than Guan Xiaoye's, he nodded slightly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes towards Guan Xiaoye.

  Guan Xiaoye is a thin and short old-fashioned girl, like she walked out of a book from the Republic of China era. She doesn't look very good either, after becoming class monitor, she always likes to give orders.

  Fen Wenfei was a boy who had many grievances in his heart.

  When most of his classmates had left, he asked the fifth group to clean up. There was a classmate in their group who was on sick leave, and cleaning the classroom and moving desks was originally hard work, so naturally the other classmates were not willing to help.

  There were seven people left, and Meng Ting was among them.

  There are also Zhao Nuancheng, Liu Xiaoyi, and Meng Ting's deskmate Hong Hui.

  A few people had to move the table upstairs first.

  "Good grief! Listen, there are thirty tables in total. We have seven people moving them, so at least four tables per person. From the second floor to the fifth floor, just thinking about it is driving me crazy."

  The desks in Class Seven were made of heavy wood and some of them had lost their varnish that year, with blotches here and there, looking very ugly.

  Meng Ting also felt a bit worried, she comfortingly smiled at Zhao Nuan and said: "It's okay, take your time."

  A group of people had just finished sweeping and dust was flying everywhere. Zhao Nuanju and Meng Ting came to fetch a watering can to sprinkle water.

  Liu Xiaoyi coughed a few times, fanned herself with her hand, and suddenly pulled Meng Ting's ear very brightly.

  Meng Ting turned his head back and Liu Xiao Yi excitedly said: "Meng Ting, look outside, isn't that Fu Wen Fei and Shen Yu Qing?"

  Fu Wenfei and Guan Xiaoye, who was facing the blackboard, were not alike. His clear face was full of blushes, he came back to take his laptop and handed it over to Shen Yuqing.

  Shen Yuqin smiled brightly like a flower, and didn't know what she said, but Fu Wenfei's face turned bright red.

  Liu Xiaoyi said with a smile, "Shen Yuqing is really charming, she even won over our class's bookworm. Fu Wenfei isn't usually so easy-going, right? But wasn't Shen Yuqing's ex-boyfriend Jiang Ren? Just the other day she was still stuck on him, and now she's already gotten together with Fu Wenfei."

  Meng listened with a smile and shook his head, the big move of desks in class had already begun.

  Every girl had to move four tables. Cop Liu Xiaoyi thought of this, and even the idea of gossiping was gone. She resignedly picked up a table and stumbled upstairs.

  The wooden table was heavy, and Meng Li was panting with exhaustion after moving one back and forth.

  His deskmate, Hong Hui, also looked unwell. It was too heavy and they still had to go up to the fifth floor. The boy felt particularly exhausted and couldn't help but complain about the absent team member.

  Zhao Nuan was sulking and didn't want to move the table, but there wasn't any rule that said girls shouldn't help. There was too much work, so everyone had to pitch in together.

  It was mid-November, forty minutes after school had let out at No. 7 Middle School. The campus was quiet except for the occasional bird calls, crisp and pleasant. The ginkgo trees had turned yellow, and a few leaves floated gently to the ground.

  Meng Ting moved the table up for the second time and when he put it down and caught his breath, he saw an unexpected person.

  Jiang Ren lazily leaned against the corridor of the third floor smoking.

  The wind blew through his silver hair, carrying a faint scent of smoke in the air.

  Meng Ting didn't know why he was here, so she pretended not to see him. She grunted with effort as she lifted the table and continued upwards.

  She has a slender figure, with a kind of pitiful frailty.

  He couldn't help but smile, extinguished the cigarette butt and casually threw it into the trash can. Then he walked a few steps to her front, single-handedly easily took over the heavy wooden table, Meng Ting's hand suddenly felt light.

  "Where are we moving to?"

  He shouldered the table with a relaxed expression, as if it had no weight.

  The young man with silver hair spoke loudly, with a somewhat arrogant tone: "Speak up, good student."

  Meng Ting had a few anxious thoughts: "I'll go myself."

  Jiang Ren furrowed his brow: "Be honest with me, I see you've gone up to the fifth floor, haven't you?"

  Someone else's legs are long, carrying a table like holding a plastic bag, walking upstairs with ease.

  Meng Ting followed behind him.

  There was a faint smell of smoke on him. Due to his irascibility, it was difficult for him to quit smoking. Whenever he had mood swings, he would smoke to calm down.

  Meng Ting didn't know how Jiang Ren would end up moving a table for her. If someone saw them, she wouldn't be able to explain it even if she had eight mouths.

  When they reached the fifth floor, Jiang stopped and put down the table. The gentle breeze blew through her hair, Meng heard that he didn't say a word and had already moved everything up, so she softly said: "Thank you."

  She wanted to move into 508 herself, but before she could bend down, Jiang Nian sneered: "Men do the work, women watch. Go aside."

  He's clever and even though Meng can't hear or speak, he figured it out by looking at the empty tables piled up in which room.

  Jiang Ren moved one away, her breathing didn't become disordered, and asked her: "How many more are there?"

  Meng Ting felt a little flustered and would rather move herself.

  Can Jiang Nian stay away from her for a bit?

  She didn't speak, afraid of being seen, turned around and thought about going downstairs.

  Jiang endured the humiliation and smiled.

  Damn it, you don't know what's good for you.

  He grasped her wrist, his palm wrapping around her slender and soft wrist.

  "Afraid of being seen? Fine, I won't go to your class anymore. I'll wait for you at the staircase on the second floor, you move over there."

  He slightly raised his chin and pointed Meng to another road. From there, although it's a bit far, classmates in the class won't bump into each other.

  "Let me go, I can move it myself." Meng Ting's face turned red with a mix of shame and anger.

  November's gentle breeze lightly caresses her forehead, her soft and pale little face glowing with a faint cherry blossom color.

  He smiled and said rudely: "Don't mess with me, I'll be waiting for you there. If you don't show up, I'll come to your class to find you."

  Meng Ting was so angry she cried. She didn't do anything or provoke him at all.

  Meng Ting met Hong Hui when he went downstairs. Hong Hui's face was pale, and he put down the table heavily, rubbed his eyes, panted heavily, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

  Take a few steps and pant a few mouthfuls of air, panting like pulling a bellows.

  Zhao Nuanju followed behind him, saw Meng Ting, and cried with a sad face: "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! There are still two tables left. This is simply inhuman work. My legs are trembling. Are you okay?"

  Meng Ting: "......"

  She went to the classroom and moved out the desk, turned her head and saw Jiang Ren's figure at another staircase.

  Meng turned his head back, in the classroom, vice class monitor Fu Wenfei was chatting and laughing with Shen Yuhua, Shen Yuhua sat at the edge of Fu Wenfei's desk, flipping through his notes.

  Jiang Ren isn't joking, if she doesn't go, he really will come.

  If he comes...

  Tomorrow, school will spread rumors about Shen Yuqing, Jiang Ren, Fu Wenfei... and some messy things about myself.

  Meng Ting gritted her teeth and had no choice but to move the table to the stairs.

  Go ahead and move if you want, exhaust yourself to death, you unreasonable bastard.

  Jiang Ren let out a soft laugh and effortlessly carried the table away.

  The young man has plenty of energy.

  When he finished moving both of them, his expression didn't change. Zhao Nuanju and the others hadn't returned yet, the air was refreshing, on the balcony a black ant busily moved forward.

  Meng Ting sat on the stairs, his hands resting on his knees, feeling both ashamed and humiliated.

  Her classmates were working hard, while she...

  Jiang Ren stood in front of her: "Anything else?"

  Meng Ting shook her head, she raised her eyes and thought you'd better leave quickly. The corners of his mouth rose: "How can I thank you, good student."

  Meng Ting thought he was so shameless.

  "I didn't ask you to move it, I can do it myself."

  His eyebrows sank, and his sharp eyes gave off a fierce aura: "What, don't you admit it?"

  She thought of Jiang Ren who was chasing after her car and feared he would hit her.

  He was unreasonable from the start.

  Meng Ting stretched out his hand and touched into his own pocket.

  Then she took out a five-yuan note and said softly, "I'll treat you to a drink of water." She had always been very poor, with only this five yuan on her.

  He looked down at the five dollars with lowered eyes.

  The hand holding it was very beautiful, slender and fair, with faintly visible pale blue veins. It seemed so fragile that he could pinch it to death.

  "Are you trying to get rid of me with just five bucks?"

  Meng Ting felt a bit wronged.

  Five yuan is a lot, it can buy five one-yuan ice creams in a year. You can also eat a portion of dumplings.

  He snorted and squatted down in front of her, shouting with a smile: "Meng Ting."

  "Hmm?" She raised her eyes to look at him.

  "Keep your money, come watch me play ball on Friday after school," he said. "Did you hear that?"

  On Friday, there was a basketball league match, and all high schools in H City participated. Because Licheng Vocational High School is the largest and newest, the competition venue was set up there.

  Meng listened tightly to his five dollars, did Jiang Nian lack powder and go crazy?

  She doesn't like watching basketball either.

  "I have an exam on Friday."

  The smile in his eyes faded away, and his tone turned cold: "You're done with the exam, but the competition isn't over yet. Your school is also participating."

  She looked at him with suspicion.

  "He said: 'So you have to come.'"

  No matter who you want to cheer up for, just come.

  He's come to take on those bookworms from Qi Middle School and see how they'll fare against him.

  "How about Shulan?"

  Shu Yang turned back, a hint of surprise appeared on his cold face. In fact, he had also discovered recently that Meng Ting's attitude towards Shu Lan had undergone a subtle change. Previously, she was very good to Shu Lan and even called her "Little Lan" along with their father, but lately, Meng Ting kept her distance from Shu Lan, as if they were strangers.

  "In the room."

  Meng Ting pursed her lips, she didn't go find Shu Lan first, but instead went back to her own room and took out the box.

  As soon as she opened it, she found that the box had been rummaged through.

  The ballet skirt was crumpled into a ball, and the small gold medal was gone. Meng Ting moved away the wrinkled skirt, and the white feathered long dress was also nowhere to be seen.

  Shulan really has good eyesight.

  The white feathered long dress in her trunk is the most precious.

  That was a skirt made by her mother after half a year, Zeng Yujie looked good but had a poor family background, she was born in a small village. Meng Ting's grandparents taught in the village, and Zeng Yujie fell in love with the wrong person when she was young.

  She did not accept the blind date arranged by her family and eloped with a man from another place.

  Zeng Yujie didn't have a good life after leaving her hometown, working as a female worker in a textile factory. Later, the man abandoned her when she was still pregnant with Meng Ting. She was a strong woman who never thought of committing suicide, but instead focused on raising her daughter well.

  Meng listened at the age of ten, she made this skirt with her own hands.

  Zeng Yujie was skilled with her hands, and in that era, many rich ladies took pride in wearing the clothes she made. Later on, she stopped making clothes, just as she told Meng, she didn't love that man anymore.

  Zeng Yujie's last piece of clothing was this white feathered cheongsam.

  She poured out all her love as a mother, embroidering the colorful feathers one by one, and with every movement of the white skirt, it was full of flowing beauty.

  That's a skirt with a strong national style.

  Even in modern times, it is still very valuable and beautiful.

  Zeng Yujie doted on Meng Ting, her daughter was an angel sent by heaven, and she made a dress for her to wear when she grew up. It was originally intended as a gift for Meng Ting's coming of age, but after Zeng Yujie passed away, Meng Ting pressed it to the bottom of the trunk, until the fire last time.

  Not only was this skirt burned, but Meng Ting's face was also ruined.

  Meng Ting closed the trunk and got up to knock on Shu Lan's door.

  Shulan opened the door and saw it was her, somewhat uncomfortably shifting her gaze: "Sister."

  "My skirt and gold medal."

  Shulan widened her eyes: "Sister, how can you wrong me like this? Although you are my sister, if you continue like this, I will get angry."

  Meng Ting looked at her.

  The girl in front of me is seventeen years old, and she is as old as I am, only one month younger than me.

  Meng Ting had been good to her for a lifetime, doing his best to protect her. If it weren't for saving Shu Lan, she wouldn't have disfigured herself in her previous life. Shu Lan was very good at flattering people. The year Meng Ting lost his mother, Shu's father was tongue-tied and didn't know how to comfort her. As for Shu Yang, there was no need to mention it, only Shu Lan called out sweetly "Sister".

  She said: "We will always be sisters."

  Meng Ting never got a clear look at her, but treated her well for the rest of his life.

  But she would never again interfere with Shulan's life.

  Meng Ting's eyes sank calmly: "You like Jiang Ren, so you took my gold medal to curry favor with him."

  "Shulan angrily said: 'What are you talking nonsense!'"