When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 120: Treasuring Liking Above All Else

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Treasuring Liking Above All Else

Jiang Shuyao walked quickly, heavily clad, and despite the freezing cold, her pale forehead was surprisingly covered with a fine layer of sweat.

During this time, it was Qi Middle School’s class hours, and most of the comings and goings at the school gate were students from other schools here to participate in the physics competition, bustling about but not overly crowded.

Almost at a glance, she spotted that tall figure standing outside the gatekeeper, wearing a military green down jacket with the zipper undone, the length just past the knees. He wore it even better than the models who sponsored the brand.

She hadn’t noticed how handsome that guy was before, but how come he seemed more pleasing to the eye with each passing day?

Jiang Shuyao was amused by her own silly inner world, and with a glowing smile on her face, she walked up to the boy from behind with light steps.

She just stood there without speaking, wanting to test how long it would take for him to notice her.

Pei Yan had just finished a phone call and turned around when his arm accidentally bumped into a head.

Facing the girl with her nose covered and eyes brimming with tears, he burst into laughter.

"When did you come out?" Pei Yan adoringly took her cold little hand and rubbed her nose bridge with his fingertip.

Jiang Shuyao looked up to see his black hair moist, the tips decorated with plenty of snowflakes and droplets; she frowned slightly. "I told you not to wait outside, why don’t you listen?"

Not only that, but when she reached out to touch the sweater underneath his jacket, it wasn’t warm either.

She became somewhat anxious and quickly took off her scarf, tiptoeing to wrap it securely around his neck.

The girl attempted to squat down to fix the zipper of his clothing, but Pei Yan gently caught her arm with his hand.

"The ground is wet; don’t get your clothes dirty," he said, his eyes calm and deep as he spoke, the rich blackness within them like the profound sea tenderly wrapping itself around her heart.

In this public space, it was the first time Jiang Shuyao had carried out such an unthought action.

She snapped back to reality, flushing as she stood up.

The cold wind swept over the empty expanse of her neck, invisibly reminding her that she had just put her own scarf around the boy’s neck.

Since it was done, she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Jiang Shuyao reassured herself, her recent actions already attracting curious glances from several passersby.

She cloaked her head and moved forward. "Let’s not stand here; it’s hard to hail a cab."

The girl fled in a hurry, while Pei Yan, wearing the scarf, stood in the cold wind, the faint fragrance of a young girl permeating every pore of his body.

He let out a silent chuckle.

If this weren’t outdoors, he probably would have lost his composure again.

Outside the snow-covered gate of Qi Middle School, the girl stood by the roadside hailing a cab, while the boy, with a lazy smile on his lips, leisurely strolled towards her.

In the bloom of their youth, they were beautiful and composed.

It was a scene worthy of causing countless eyes to pause and linger.

Lu Chen held his phone, his fingertips numbed to the point of losing feeling.

He had never believed in love at first sight until he met Jiang Shuyao.

The first time he saw her was also here, inside the stern classrooms of Qi Middle School.

An external student here for a physics competition.

And the girl who sat beside him, her first words to him were asking to borrow a pencil.

Lu Chen would never forget that moment, the naive and sincere smile on her face.

Nor had he ever met a girl who seemed to make even the air she breathed sweet and tender.

A mere fleeting encounter, and he considered Jiang Shuyao like a distant moonlight, thinking perhaps there would never be a second time.

Until this September when the school year started.

She transferred into Class Six under the guise of a new student.

Since then, the moonlight was no longer distant, even within reach.

It was just that he had barely mustered the courage to take a small step forward when that girl had already cheerfully put the scarf on another person.

People are always greedy, seeking just a little more after attaining something.

Lu Chen chuckled at himself in self-mockery, feeling like a madman.

In his teenage years, liking someone seemed more important than anything else.

Yet, compared to the unknown future, how much was a bittersweet, adolescent crush really worth?

Just like his father, who probably had wanted to live with his head held high, but... simply didn’t have the right to wish for it.

The day after the heavy snowfall, the last mock exam of the semester arrived.

The hot topic among everyone wasn’t the level of difficulty of the questions this time but rather a sudden notice from the academic affairs office.

Effective immediately, a class exchange program was to begin for the entire senior year.

The class exchange program, a term that sounded familiar yet foreign.

It had been continuously featured in various columns and publications in Yunzhong since last year, following a Board of Directors’ vote, a major educational reform implemented by the school.

The core concept of the class exchange program was – to improve the weaker by learning from the stronger, aiming for collective ’prosperity’.

This prosperity referred to the tripartite evaluation of academic achievements, moral character, and artistry, which were rated as excellent, good, or poor.

For convenience, these categories were replaced by the letters A, B, and C.

And the current primary goal of Yunzhong was to cultivate the top five 3A students of the year.

The specific measure was to select five outstanding students from the classes with the best academic and physical education scores to commence a one-month trial exchange.

If the approach proved effective, it would be formally implemented after New Year’s Day.

For the sciences, it was Class 6, and for the humanities, it was Class 8, while Classes 2 and 13 were chosen for the physical education groups.

Regarding this, the students had various opinions: "Isn’t Class 2 a science class, why did they switch it to the physical education side?"

A boy snorted.

"What kind of science class is Class 2, aside from housing a few sports students in the basketball team, their academic scores are truly dismal, aren’t they?"

Actually, each senior year (2) class was indeed classified as a science class.

It was just that this particular year was too exceptional; a bunch of spoiled brats concerned themselves with playing basketball all day instead of studying.

However, for individuals like Pei Yan and Chen Jin, putting aside their scores, they were indeed precision targets for the school’s future physical education student cultivation.

Jiang Shuyao listened silently to everyone’s discussions, her thoughts wandering far away.

She had never asked Pei Yan what he planned for the future, whether to attend a proper university or to take her advice and follow the path where he excelled.

Actually, attending a physical education college wouldn’t be a bad choice for him either.

Ever since returning from the hospital, Jiang Shuyao had gradually started to pay attention, intentionally or not, to the admissions information of various sports colleges across the country.

The pages saved on her home computer were mostly related to this information.

She sometimes wondered, if after the college entrance examination they went their separate ways to different cities, or even ended up very far apart, how long could their long-distance relationship last?

Jiang Shuyao felt melancholic, realizing that her mind these past few days had not been filled with studies, but rather fantasies of a future romance with that bastard.

He really had brainwashed her.

"Yaoyao, I’ve got some mind-blowing news, not sure if it’s true," Tang Xing said as he dashed inside, panting and leaning over her desk. "I heard that during the next math class, Class 2 is sending students to our class to audit, guess who they are."

Jiang Shuyao, already daydreaming, took a moment to gather her thoughts.

She asked hesitantly, "Who are they?"

Tang Xing beckoned her with a finger and whispered near her ear, "Xu Kanfeng, and... Boss Pei."

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