Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 6 Different people have different tastes

"Uh……"

Zhao Zixuan stood up and was embarrassed for a moment. He tried hard to recall the teacher's questions, but his mind was in a mess.

He scratched the back of his head gently, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Just then, he felt his deskmate's hand gently touching his arm.

Then, a tiny movement happened quietly under the desk.

He Jieyu quietly moved her textbook in front of Zhao Zixuan, on which a passage was prominently marked in red pen.

——The oars are made of cinnamon and the paddles are made of orchid. I row the boat against the clear sky and follow the flowing light. My thoughts are filled with longing, as I look at the beauty in the sky.

Zhao Zixuan lowered his eyes slightly and understood everything in an instant.

His voice was indifferent, his narrow eyes were slightly shining, and his gaze intertwined with that of the Chinese teacher on the podium.

"Under the faint moonlight, I saw a small boat. It was a noble oar made of laurel wood and an elegant paddle woven from orchid grass. It cut through the clear night sky, breaking the tranquil surface of the water and creating ripples."

"A lone traveler drifting in the night, he paddles a laurel-lined oar upstream, as if racing against time and fighting against fate."

"The bright moonlight shone on him, reflecting his firm eyes and resolute expression. His heart, like the bright moon in the sky, was clear and deep, illuminating the way forward for him."

"I have no idea what he is thinking. But I feel that his heart is filled with longing for beauty and longing for the distant horizon. That beauty may be his beloved, his ideal, or the endless longing in his heart."

"I watched him silently, watching him walk away in the moonlight. I knew that he would continue his journey, towards the unknown horizon, towards the uncertain future. And I will also continue my journey, towards the unknown distance, towards the uncertain future."

"Clap clap clap..."

The applause rang out like thunder and lasted for a long time.

It took a long time for the classroom to return to silence.

The Chinese teacher on the podium looked at Zhao Zixuan with a hint of surprise.

"Your story is very creative and it is interpreted from another unique perspective. But next time in class, I hope you can concentrate on the class and not be distracted."

The teacher's admonition was like a breeze passing over the lake, neither too harsh nor too light, as if he had deliberately left enough face for Zhao Zixuan.

Zhao Zixuan was naturally a smart man. He did not take the opportunity to be pretentious or provocative. He just nodded slightly and then quietly sat back in his seat.

There was a murmur in the classroom, a mixture of admiration, envy, and all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined.

Song Qiuya and Wei Xiaoyao in the front row also turned around and gave complicated looks.

Zhao Zixuan turned a blind eye to this, his mind was completely on his little deskmate.

While the teacher was lecturing, he quietly reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his deskmate's sleeve, as if he was afraid of disturbing the quiet classroom.

He leaned close to her ear and said in a low and gentle voice: "Thank you."

That sincerity and gratitude are as pure as clear stream water.

He Jieyu raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and that smile was as bright as the warm spring sun.

This touching scene happened to be captured by a careful audience member in the front row.

Song Qiuya suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, as if something was blocking her breathing, and it was itchy and painful.

The more she tried to take a deep breath, the stronger the feeling became.

He Jieyu's closeness with Zhao Zixuan made her feel an indescribable sense of loss in her heart.

"Zhao Zixuan, how could you do this to me?"

Song Qiuya's heart was screaming silently.

She always thought that Zhao Zixuan was the eternity in her life.

The concentration and affection in his eyes seemed to be her eternal support.

However, He Jieyu's sudden appearance was like a bolt of lightning, splitting her peaceful world.

When did they become so close?

What happened between them?
Aren't they just ordinary deskmates who don't even talk to each other? These questions kept circling in Song Qiuya's mind, making her more and more upset.

"Qiuya, Zhao Zixuan's interpretation just now was really good. I didn't expect that he has such a thoughtful side. No wonder his Chinese grades are so good..."

While the teacher turned around to write on the blackboard, Wei Xiaoyao lowered her voice and talked to her deskmate Song Qiuya.

However, Song Qiuya seemed lost in her own thoughts and responded absentmindedly.

"Xiaoyao, tell me, who is prettier, me or He Jieyu?"

Wei Xiaoyao was stunned. She didn't expect Song Qiuya to suddenly ask such a question during class.

The squeaking of chalk in the classroom, the whispers of classmates, all the sounds seemed to fade away.

Wei Xiaoyao glanced at the teacher at the podium and saw that she was explaining the text attentively. She turned to look at Song Qiuya and answered hesitantly.

"Well...you two, each of you has your own merits..."

This answer made Song Qiuya silent. She looked down at the graffiti on her book that had been erased many times with an eraser, her mind drifting away.

……

There is a ten-minute break between classes.

In the classroom corridor, boys from Class 3 of Grade gathered in groups of three or five.

"Who do you think is the prettiest girl in our class?"

Li Jiaming took the initiative to bring up the topic.

High school students' topics always revolve around games, beauties and sports.

"I think this question is quite subjective. Different people have different aesthetics."

Yuan Shiwei said with a smile that he was a person with an easy-going personality.

"Don't you think Wei Xiaoyao is very beautiful? Her big eyes seem to be emitting electric sparks every time she looks at people." Li Jiaming blinked, his eyes full of admiration.

Yuan Shiwei shook his head, looked at Zhao Zixuan and said, "Wei Xiaoyao is good, but I like long wavy hair. Song Qiuya is that type. Her figure is...right, Zixuan?"

Zhao Zixuan smiled slightly and had no interest in joining the discussion.

How can a little kid have any aesthetic sense?

Girls in the world often have different kinds of beauty, just like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each has its own fragrance and beauty.

He didn't want to get involved in such boring comparisons.

"Song Qiuya's hair is quite long, but it's straight, not curly. Besides, the teacher doesn't allow curly hair, so where do the big waves come from?"

Li Jiaming said simply.

Yuan Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You are stupid, long wavy hair has three meanings."

Li Jiaming looked puzzled, with a clear and stupid look in his eyes, "Long hair, big waves, aren't these two meanings? Where do the three meanings come from?"

Yuan Shiwei explained mischievously: "Of course, long hair, big waves, waves! Stupid!"

Li Jiaming: “…”

Is this fucking okay?
"Oh, right!"

Yuan Shiwei approached Zhao Zixuan and said mysteriously, "Have you noticed that your deskmate seems to be more attractive today than before? Especially when she smiles, she is so sweet."

Li Jiaming: "I noticed that too. She smiles very brightly and more often than before. You haven't seen her smile so happily before, have you?"

After hearing this, Zhao Zixuan replied calmly, "How boring! You want to control someone just because they laugh. Do you want them to cry?"

He remembered that these two guys were not so gossipy before.

Can a small butterfly flapping its wings really turn into a tornado?

(End of this chapter)