Chapter 171: Chapter 170: For Anitaqing - Celestial Blossom Fate + Update 8
That evening, Shi Yang and Zhao Meimei, wearing their couple rings, drove home together.
Zhao Meimei kept glancing at her own hand and then at the ring on Shi Yang’s hand, unable to contain the joy that surged from her heart, resulting in a silly grin on her face.
Shi Yang parked the car in the basement parking lot and took out the velvet box again, removing the ring from his hand.
Seeing this, Zhao Meimei’s eyes almost popped out: "Brother! What are you doing!"
Shi Yang glanced at the ring on her hand and reminded her, "Are you planning to wear it home just like that?"
Only then did Zhao Meimei come to her senses. Reluctantly, with a pout, she took off the ring and carefully placed it in her pocket, her lowered eyelashes casting a thick shadow over her eyelids.
Shi Yang suddenly felt a twinge of regret, beneath his calm exterior a surge of passion arose. He reached out to ruffle Zhao Meimei’s hair as if coaxing a child, his large hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her hair tenderly.
Zhao Meimei pursed her lips, a silent warmth spreading in her heart, dispelling the previous gloominess with his one kiss.
A feeling she couldn’t describe, it made her heart particularly soft and tender.
Zhao Meimei couldn’t help but stretch her neck forward, gently kissing Shi Yang’s Adam’s apple: "Bro, I love you."
Shi Yang was stunned for a moment, but his heart completely settled, finding its place. He opened his arms and embraced Zhao Meimei: "I love you too, only you."
The final exam dates were set for next Monday and Tuesday, spanning two days.
Robber Hao listed the specific subjects and times of the exams on the blackboard, earnestly advising, "Sharpening your sword just before battle is better than not sharpening it at all. Including the weekend, we only have four days left before the exams. You all should focus and quickly grasp the concepts you don’t understand. If you absolutely can’t understand, then memorize it by rote and engrain it in your minds. During the exams, even if you can’t write the solution steps, getting the formula right can earn you two points!"
At the mention of having classes over the weekend, a wave of sighs arose from the students below.
Robber Hao knocked on the blackboard, sending a shower of chalk dust: "I don’t need to emphasize the importance of the final exams repeatedly. You all know it well in your hearts. I’ll just reiterate one point: whether it’s the science class or arts class, there will be a gap between Class 1 and Class 2. Although the teachers are the same, their focus and prioritization are not something I need to explain; you all can figure it out."
Robber Hao poured his heart out, saying, "Once you’re in Class 1, even if you’re in last place, you’ll get attention from all the teachers and naturally have an advantage over being first in Class 2. Just remember one phrase: It’s better to be a tail of a phoenix than a head of a chicken!"
Just as Robber Hao finished speaking, the end-of-class bell rang. He walked steadily with his lesson plan, leaving behind a class of students unwilling to be "little chickens," looking at each other.
The silence didn’t last long. It was as if Robber Hao’s words had activated some secret part of them, each with flushed faces and necks, becoming animated and motivated. They didn’t need the teachers to push them; they started studying diligently on their own. Even students who usually ranked lower were filled with rare determination to strive for success.
However, the time was too tight, with less than four days left. Many who suddenly wanted to sprint forward realized they had no idea where to start, resembling refugees in a besieged city seeking help everywhere, chasing after top-performing students, asking questions, copying answers.
Good students had always prioritized test scores highly. At first, they patiently answered questions, but over time, everyone found it overwhelming.
Amidst a pile of good student class representatives who dismissed those who came with questions to the teachers immediately, Zhao Meimei, who greeted everyone with a smiling face, enthusiastically helped explain questions and always answered them, stood out and became incredibly popular.
Zhang Zhao leaned over his desk, tired from studying, propping his chin up to watch Zhao Meimei explaining questions to others.
He could only see her back but could see the look of gratitude and admiration on the faces of those asking questions.
It wasn’t until just before class started that Zhao Meimei let out an exclamation, left the person, and sprinted out of the classroom.
After observing a few times, Zhang Zhao discovered that Zhao Meimei usually got stopped by students with questions as soon as class ended. Then, just before class started, she would remember and rush to the bathroom, often making it back just as the bell rang.
Zhang Zhao watched Zhao Meimei’s retreating figure for a long time, as she ran from her seat to the front of the class, around the podium, eventually disappearing in a flash at the doorway.
From then on, Zhang Zhao saw Zhao Meimei in a new light, feeling that she was different from other girls, kind-hearted, incredibly human, impulsive, and pure.
Zhang Zhao had never had friends since childhood, and the first person he acknowledged as a friend in his life was Zhao Meimei. Once the idea took root, his thoughts became simple and straightforward.
He lazily stretched his arms, buried his head in his notes, and after a while, reached into his desk to pull out his phone, flipping through the album and enlarging a photo to stare at.
The photo was dimly lit, taken in the living room at home, Zhang Xin lying lazily on the sofa, outerwear opened to reveal a tight white top beneath, its texture particularly delicate in the dim light.
She had an excellent figure, a slim, flat waist, a prominent chest, with long legs crossed, sleek high heels sunk deep into the plush upscale carpet, black boots contouring with a fierce curve around her calves.
Long curly hair fell on either side, setting off her fair and beautiful face as if glowing with moonlight.
Her eyes were closed, wearing a look of languor from intoxication.
Staring at the photo through his phone, Zhang Zhao felt as if he had returned to that night.
The ambiguous scents of wine and perfume intoxicated him that evening.
"Hey! The teacher’s here!"
Zhang Zhao suddenly snapped back to reality, skillfully hitting the back button, slipping his phone back into his backpack, looking up at the girl in the front seat who had turned around to smile at him.
The girl asked with a grin, "What were you looking at so intently?"
Zhang Zhao glanced at her face; her features were quite delicate, with a cute smile.
He pursed his lips, giving her a sideways look, his thin lips parting lightly, voice carrying a unique huskiness of smoke and alcohol: "None of your damn business!"
The girl was dumbfounded for a moment but didn’t get angry, with a look as if used to it, shrugged her shoulders, and turned back around.
Zhang Zhao’s deskmate gently nudged him, mouthing: Are you okay?
Zhang Zhao didn’t make a sound, lifting his head to watch Zhao Meimei burst into the room like a gust of wind, suddenly having the urge for a cigarette.