chapter 3
“Hello everyone, my name is Su Zhaozhao.”
On my first day transferring to Jiangcheng No.1 High School, I introduced myself to the class.
The window glass reflected my figure: dressed in a school uniform, my long, smooth hair tied into a ponytail, my face fair and delicate, with only a small scar at the end of my eyebrow.
That was left from a car accident twelve years ago.
The students below looked at me curiously, their whispers drifting into my ears.
“She’s so pretty.”
“I heard she came from the welfare institute, and wins scholarships every year.”
“Oh my god, she’s just like those tragic little white flower heroines in idol dramas!”
“Don’t we have an idol drama male lead in our class too? They’d make a perfect pair, right, Brother Fang?”
The boy being addressed sat in the last row of the classroom, wearing limited edition sneakers, chewing gum, tall, handsome, rebellious, and wealthy-he really did resemble the bad-boy male lead from an idol drama.
He looked up at the words, glanced at my chest, and said carelessly, “She doesn’t even have an A, right? Not my type.”
His voice was loud enough for the whole class to hear.
For a moment, all eyes were on me.
They were waiting for my reaction: blushing, embarrassment, tears, or helplessness.
But I simply walked calmly through the rows of seats, stopped by that boy, and glanced at the name on his textbook.
“Hello, Fang Feiyuan. I’m glad to be your new deskmate.
“By the way, I have straight A’s in all subjects. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”
The classroom fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a wave of jeers and laughter.
Fang Feiyuan looked up, a bit surprised at me.
I looked back at him calmly and gave a small smile.
He didn’t recognize me, but I had never once forgotten him.
Twelve years ago, he and his mother came to my house for the first time, clamoring for oranges.
Mom brought him some oranges. He took a bite, then spat the orange onto my mom’s chest.
The juice soaked through her thin summer shirt. Fang Feiyuan stared at the wet spot on her body and laughed loudly.
So, Fang Feiyuan.
I truly am very glad.
Glad that you’re just as awful as you were twelve years ago.