话音刚落,一阵低语声传遍了九班.
那个嘟的男生坐到座位上,拿了一本书,戳了戳许耀光的后背."真巧,她居然被分配到了我们班?"
许耀光靠在椅子上,双臂交叉.
他的五官非常英俊,但他的眉头却皱了起来,表情中带着明显的不悦.
"那么,乔生,你认识新生吗?她是男的还是女的?乔生的同桌凑了过来,心里充满了好奇.
在高中最后一年开始时,老师们紧紧抓住他们的科目,这是他们唯一能获得的乐趣.
听到这话,后排的一群学生聚集在一起.
"她是女性,但不要抱太大希望."乔生双手放在桌子上,嘴角勾起淡淡的笑意.
他没有提到新生是秦宇的姐姐,也没有提到许耀光邀请秦宇进入他们的圈子,徐对她的感情并不是秘密.
"告诉我们更多,"后排的一个男孩急切地问道,现在明显更感兴趣了.
"她是宁海村的复读生,"乔生摇了摇头."你们都知道宁海村吧?它是该省三大贫困地区之一.
听到这句话,这群男生的热情顿时减弱了.
新闻中消瘦的孩子们的画面在他们的脑海中闪过.
他们对新生的期待瞬间烟消云散.
"该死的,乔生,你别这样对我.你夺走了我所有的想象空间.旁边的男孩把大长腿伸到过道上.
高阳嘟囔了一句,但见秦然还没有进来,一脸温柔地转过头来."秦然,进来吧."
教室外,秦然拿着一套校服和几本书站着.
一只手搂着书本,校服披在书本上.
她用另一只手查看手机.她的联系人列表很少.
是顾锡池发来的消息.秦然看了一眼,随手将手机塞回了口袋里.听到高阳的呼唤,她走进了教室,抓着书本和校服.
乔生转了转笔,压低了声音,"徐少,你以为她只是害怕吗?我查了一下,宁海的教育体系不太好.她来到这所学校真的很大胆.
许耀光低头看了一眼手机,然后站起身来,拉出椅子."秦宇的小提琴训练要开始了.我要去礼堂.
最先吸引许耀光对秦羽的,是她在开幕式上的小提琴演奏.一个能把小提琴弹得这么动听的人,简直让人无法抗拒.
他从后门出去.
就在这时,秦染正从前面进入.
"妈的,一个人能有多幸运,"乔生羡慕地嘟囔道."我也想去看秦羽拉小提琴.这个新女孩有什么特别之处?
他轻推了推他的同桌,希望能团结起来.
同桌没有回答,教室里陷入了诡异的寂静,窃窃私语瞬间消失了.
每个人都呆呆地盯着黑板,突如其来的安静反映了他们的震惊.
"我是秦然."秦然把书换到一只手上,左手拿着一支粉笔,在黑板上写下了自己的名字.
她的语气彬彬有礼,但又带着一丝不可否认的克制.
然而,她漫不经心的动作虽然随意,却传达出一种潜在的傲慢.
九班保持沉默,空气中弥漫着紧张的气氛.
高阳指了指一个空位,笑了笑."你可以坐在那里,林思然.下课后,带新生参观校园.
扎着马尾辫的女孩猛地回过神来,站起身来时脸色微微通红,示意秦然坐下.
乔生和后排的几个男生对这个新生并没有抱太大期望,但还是在脑海中形成了一些对她的印象.
从新闻来看,那些农村的孩子无疑是营养不良,皮肤粗糙暗沉,气质与秦羽相去甚远.
但现在,他们形成的每一个期望都破灭了.
Class Nine remained quiet for two minutes before a surge of gasps and murmurs erupted.
The handwriting on the blackboard was crooked, yet each stroke was full of personality, not beautiful but undeniably distinctive.
Much like the girl herself.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin pale as porcelain, her legs long and slender. Her almond-shaped eyes were half-lidded, dark and bright.
There was an air of indifferent nonchalance about her.
And a subtle coldness that lingered in the room.
Everyone in the classroom was watching her.
Her exquisite features carried a faint air of mischief, with the corners of her mouth curling into a careless smile—one that felt so confident, almost rebellious.
Her presence was commanding, so much so that the boys who had carelessly extended their feet into the aisle quickly drew them back.
"Damn, this girl is wild, and she's insanely beautiful. Qiao Sheng, your information's wrong!"
"Bet on it: new campus queen incoming."
"…"
Lin Siran had wanted to talk to the new student and show her around, but the other girl simply rested one hand on the desk, her gaze slightly averted, sitting with an air of defiance.
She carried the aura of someone untouchable.
Not a single word was spoken by Qin Ran until the class ended.
After the lesson, she casually draped the school uniform over herself, went to Gao Yang to get a boarding form, and asked for a leave of absence.
**
Forty minutes later, at the Lin residence.
"Miss Qin, what brings you back again? Isn't school still in session?" The housekeeper, Zhang, opened the door and, upon seeing Qin Ran, furrowed her brows. Her gaze was assessing, even stern.
Qin Ran replied succinctly, lifting her eyes. "Move."
Her eyes, far from merely black and white, glimmered with subtle veins, the once cold and indifferent gaze now tinged with a touch of rebelliousness and defiance.
Zhang's heart tightened, and she instinctively took a step back.
Qin Ran strode upstairs.
Downstairs, Zhang reacted, pursing her lips.
Had it not been for Qin Yu, would Mr. Lin have allowed her to come here? She truly thought too highly of herself.
Upstairs, Qin Ran found Ning Qing's door.
The door was ajar, and voices from within were audible.
Qin Ran paused in her steps.
It was Ning Qing, her voice tinged with frustration and distress. "You say I'm biased, but what can I do? When the Lin family's other relatives come over in a few days and ask, how am I supposed to explain this?"
Chen Shulan, weak from illness, responded in a feeble voice. "What?"
"Should I tell them that Qin Ran was expelled for fighting and is now borrowing a place at Yun City High?" Ning Qing almost spat the words, her voice laced with resentment. "Should I tell them she's nineteen and still in her third year, in the same grade as Yu'er? How can I explain such embarrassing things? The Lin family's relatives already look down on me. Do you think it's easy to be a rich wife?"
Ning Qing openly admitted her favoritism toward Qin Yu. Qin Yu had been clever since childhood and brought her pride.
Her life in the wealthy family was far from easy. Lin Qiyan had made it clear there would be no second child, and she had poured all her hopes and energy into Qin Yu.
Qin Yu lived up to those expectations, excelling and earning Lin Qiyan's deep affection.
Qin Yu was her hope, and to deny any favoritism would be unrealistic.
Outside, Qin Ran lifted her foot and kicked the door open with a sharp, violent motion.