Chapter 30: Rumors and a Bold Confession
The addition of new first-year students seems to have injected a new energy into the school. Fu Guanxian discovers that there are more boys staying on the field to play basketball after school, and there are also a lot more girls.
Zheng Jie also sluggishly notices. He stops playing for a moment and looks at the girls' basketball court not far away. He says to his classmates, “I think the girls in this new first year class are quite high-profile.”
Although basketball is a required subject in PE, the girls are taught simpler content. It's the most basic dribbling and three-step layups. As for how to play a complete basketball game, I believe not many girls know the rules and tricks. So, unless it's an exam, there are only a few girls practicing shooting on the court.
Usually, except for girls watching the basketball or games, the number of girls on the court is not that many. But Zheng Jie finds it strange that there are quite a few girls playing basketball here for the past four days!
Hearing Zheng Jie's question, a guy who often hangs out with him answers, “You noticed too? But I think it's not just the girls being high-profile, the boys in this first year class are pretty bold too.”
Fu Guanxian calmly shoots and scores. Then he throws the ball to his classmates and is about to go back to the field to have a drink of water when he hears the guy talking to Zheng Jie, “Many students know this, most first-year boys, once they enter, the first thing they want to do is find out which girl is pretty. Last time, there was a first-year boy who went to give our class's entertainment committee member flowers. She reprimanded him, even directly asked him his name and class, and then reported him to their head teacher. The girls even applauded because they said it saved them a lot of trouble.”
Zheng Jie is amused, “Really? I didn't even know about this!”
“You weren't in class back then! I saw it with my own eyes. The scene, it was so funny!”
Zheng Jie feels a bit regretful, “These first-year kids, they deserve to fall on their faces. They don't study properly, they're reaching out to our class! They're so bold!”
“It's not just our class. Quite a few girls have been harassed. For example, the school flower in Year 2, Class 2, quite a few first-year kids chased after her to give her love letters.”
Fu Guanxian, who has just opened his mineral water bottle, stops his action and turns to look at the two who are chatting.
“I heard that even during break time, they often stand at the classroom window, whistling at the school flower. Several times, they even threw love letters onto her desk. But yesterday afternoon, their class monitor told their head teacher about this. The head teacher and the first-year head teachers talked about it, and it seems like they've toned it down.”
Zheng Jie wants to gossip about the details but hears Fu Guanxian ask coldly, “Year 2, Class 2, the class monitor, is it Xing Zhaoyan?”
The guy is surprised that Fu Guanxian is even interested and says with a smile, “Yeah, it's him! Do you know that school flower? Her name is Xiang Yang. She's quite innocent-looking, and she seems gentle and soft-spoken. She just doesn't talk to people much.”
“Heh.” Fu Guanxian scoffs. “It's truly foolhardy to be so bold.”
Zheng Jie mocks him, “Guanxian, I'm telling you, I think the girls who come to the basketball court to play are probably not really here for the game. Look, I've only been standing here for a short while, and they've looked over at me at least ten or twenty times.”
Of course, Zheng Jie knows that they're not focusing on him, but on Fu Guanxian next to him.
Fu Guanxian is too lazy to deal with irrelevant people. He's more concerned about, “Did Xiang Yang accept the letter?”
“How would I know, I didn't ask!”
Fu Guanxian imagines the scene: She's sitting at her desk doing her homework, and a bunch of mischievous boys push and shove each other, standing at the window, pointing at her and whispering. A small flame burns within him!
Who are they? Why are they daring to disrespect her!
Fu Guanxian is angry, he doesn't even want to play basketball anymore. He clutches his phone, hesitating whether to call and ask if she's gotten home yet! He hasn't even dialed the number, when five or six girls push a tall and skinny, dark-haired girl with long hair towards him.
Zheng Jie on the basketball court looks at them, exchanges a glance with his classmates, and looks like he's waiting to watch the show. A few of them even follow Zheng Jie directly to Fu Guanxian's side.
It's not often that girls dare to confess to Fu Guanxian so boldly in public!
Fu Guanxian is thinking about how to get rid of this problem for Xiang Yang when he sees a pair of white sneakers entering his field of vision. Then he lazily raises his head and takes a look.
Seeing the girl shyly looking at him, Fu Guanxian's disgusted expression slides past her sharp chin and then retracts.
When the girl sees him looking at her, she can't contain her excitement and says, “Hi, I'm Weiwei from Year 1, Class 22.”
Fu Guanxian doesn't even look at them and directly says, “I never talk to girls from classes in the double digits.”
When the girl hears this, her face stiffens, then she immediately says, “It's just the number of the class, it doesn't mean anything!”
Fu Guanxian hums with a mocking laugh, unwilling to explain to her ignorance.
The guy next to him says deliberately, “Beauty, you probably don't know this. In Qinglin High School, the higher the class number, the worse the grades. Our Guanxian has been ranked first in his year every time!” He explains it so clearly, if she still doesn't understand, then there's nothing anyone can do.
The girl doesn't seem to mind. She argues, “First in his year? Does he have to be matched with a girl who's first in her year? You're so narrow-minded! You can't use grades to measure a person's worth.”
“But at least, in my opinion, a girl with good grades wouldn't have the gall to strike up a conversation with a boy she doesn't know like you.” Fu Guanxian says directly.
The girl replies with a red face, “Who said I don't know you? I know you! You're Fu Guanxian! The school heartthrob of Qinglin High School.”
“Since you know I'm the school heartthrob, please stay away from me! Only the school flower can match the school heartthrob's level. As for someone like you, a wild weed, I don't have eyes for you.”
“Fu Guanxian, don't try to trick me. I've done my research. You don't have a girlfriend at all. You've rejected many people who confessed to you. And, you don't interact with the school flower in Year 2, you…”
“Do I need to report to you when I interact with her?” Fu Guanxian looks at her coldly. “You're so presumptuous.” Having finished saying this, Fu Guanxian feels that his plan has been accomplished. He picks up his schoolbag and asks Zheng Jie, who's behind him, “Do you guys want to continue playing basketball? If not, we're leaving. I'll treat you to something.”
After so many classes in the afternoon and a game of basketball, everyone is starving. Hearing that they'll get something to eat, they come to their senses and immediately agree, “Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!”
The girls, seeing Fu Guanxian being so rude, are both surprised and relieved. They look at Weiwei, who has been leading the charge, with a mix of pity and schadenfreude.
After Fu Guanxian and the others walk away, a girl among them laughs, “Weiwei, didn't you say you were born with a star face, that you could definitely make an impression on Fu Guanxian? Now you've been slapped in the face!”
“Even if I've been slapped in the face, I'm better than all of you! Each of you wants to win over Fu Guanxian, but you're all sneaking around, not daring to take action. I'm just your scapegoat!”
One of the girls disagrees, “You're the one who wanted to go over and tell him how you feel. Who forced you? Weiwei, don't throw all the dirty water on us!”
“Haha, that's funny! As if you have no thoughts at all! There's only one Fu Guanxian, whoever has the guts gets him. I want to see who besides me has the guts to confess.”
Everyone looks at each other. After witnessing Fu Guanxian's lack of respect for girls, their courage to take a chance and try their luck fades.
It's just that the girls who haven't seen the so-called school flower are curious about what she looks like.
Zheng Jie and the others aren't curious about the school flower's appearance, but they're curious about when Fu Guanxian became related to the school flower! Why haven't they noticed any clues when they're with Fu Guanxian every day!
Zheng Jie, munching on his burger, looks at Fu Guanxian and asks, “Have you been secretly seeing the school flower?”
Although Qinglin High School prohibits students from dating, as long as they keep a low profile and don't affect their studies, even if the teachers have a feeling, they'll turn a blind eye.
Fu Guanxian lifts his foot and kicks Zheng Jie under the table, saying, “Go! Don't use idioms if you don't know how to use them. What's ‘secretly seeing'? Talk properly!”
Zheng Jie almost chokes on his food because he wasn't prepared for the kick, “Hey, take it easy!”
Fu Guanxian is too lazy to deal with his whining.
One of the guys suddenly understands, “So, you two really have something going on? No wonder! When you bought mineral water at the end of last semester, you brought back that letter from that guy with the surname Zhou in Class 2. I was wondering how that happened. Clearly I saw Xiang Yang accept it! So, you took the letter from Xiang Yang, didn't you?”
Although he's only got the last sentence right, Fu Guanxian doesn't plan on explaining.
Everyone takes it as a confirmation.
“Holy cow, Guanxian, you hide it well! For so long, I haven't seen you guys meet or talk at school! How did you manage that?!”
“I didn't meet her at school, it doesn't mean I didn't meet her outside of school.” Fu Guanxian replies.
“Aiyo, tell us about it!”
“Tell you what?”
“Your love story!”
Fu Guanxian lazily looks at him and replies, “Why should I tell you?”
His response is met with a burst of cheers from everyone.
Fu Guanxian knows that within two or three days, the rumors will spread rapidly.
Well, let it spread. It saves him the trouble of always having frogs trying to eat swan meat!
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