Chapter 1 (1/2)

My desk-mate is the school beauty

”Ah! Late again!”

I wake up and check the time, it was already 6:50am. I was already 30 minutes late.

I frantically cleaned myself up, then got on my bike and sprinted towards school.

Today is first day of the second half of my second year in high school. As spring begins, the signs of winter start to fade away. The temperature in my city, located not too north or south, has just started to rise.

Wouldn't it be great if I could make it to school in time, before the start of the first lesson?

If only the events played out as well as I imagined, then I'd have nothing to worry. However, some people have such poor character1, no matter what they think may happen, it will always get worse.

That's right, I'm that type of guy. Also, I'm pretty sure I've forgotten something.

Today's Monday, so it's not morning exercise but flag raising2. What's so significant about flag raising again?

Of course, it's lining up for role calling!

As soon as I rushed to the cla.s.sroom door, it was already morning self-study time. My homeroom teacher stood in front of the cla.s.s, emphasising the important matters of the week.

”Here.”

”Come in.”

Usually any other teacher would say ”please come in”. But when it comes to me, she always leaves the 'please' out. It seems she really likes to pick on me.

It's no use, I could only walk towards my seat under the gaze of the whole cla.s.s.

Whilst walking to my seat with my head down, my ears picked up the interrogating voice of the teacher. ”Mister Yeyue, how many times have you been late then?”

”Fourth time this term.” I reply to the old witch3.

In the past I had already left many bad impressions of myself to the old witch, so this time it would be impossible for her to let me off.

”Have you heard the phrase 'don't do something more than three times'?”

”I have.”

”So you know I won't left you off like before, right?”

Clean the toilet for a week, sweep the cla.s.sroom for a week… Surely that's it? What else could she make me do?

Despite feeling unpleasant within, I did not show it on the outside. If I tried arguing back at her it would only make the situation even worse.

Thus, after quietly answering her, I turned my head so that I no longer directly faced her.

But her evil self once again lashed out at me. ”How about this then. Since we share a floor with cla.s.s 11 and 13, you can go clean up their cla.s.srooms too.”

”What?!”

Just cleaning our own cla.s.s is fair enough, but cleaning theirs too? This is just bullying! What have other cla.s.ses got to do with me messing up in my own?

”What, is it not justified?” The evil witch stared at me in a menacing manner.

Ahh! She really couldn't pick on me anymore!

At this moment I could feel the flames rise up inside of me, but my inner voice was able to calm myself back down.

”No, I was just about to ask if it was for a day or a week.” I said in a composed tone.

”One week? Mister Yeyue you sure think positively! I'm punis.h.i.+ng you for a month!”

”One month? Miss that's…”. On the edge of losing my cool, I took a deep breath and asked again. ”Could you possibly reduce it a bit? One month is a bit too…”

But before I could finish speaking, the evil witch once again b.u.t.ts in. ”Yeyue who said you could bargain with me? But… fine, reduce it is.”

Her tone s.h.i.+fted halfway through her sentence, and to my surprise she actually agreed to reduce my punishment. Although not knowing what tricks she may be pulling, I guess a lighter sentence can only be a good thing?

At least that's how it should've been, but what the evil witch says after ruined my only just recovering mood. ”You can find someone to sweep up with you, then you'll have less to do right? Don't worry, I won't stop anyone helping you.”

I'm too naïve! The point is, due to certain reasons, I currently don't have even a single friend. What she said was clearly intended to embarra.s.s me even more!

I could feel the anger once again building up inside of me, but the old witch continues irritate me. ”Hey, are there any students willing to help Mister Yeyue? Anyone? If you do want to feel free to stand up.”

I've decided! I'm committing suicide right after killing her! n.o.body stop me!

But then, just at that moment, I abruptly heard the squeak from a moving chair. s.h.i.+t, someone's about to stand up.

I turned my head towards the source of the sound. From the third table to my right, a girl, who I'm very familiar with.

Wait, I don't have any friends. Yet she still seemed so familiar, it must be because how much I usually focus my attention on her.

Of course, it's not just me who so interested in her. Most of the boys in the school are the same.

It's because she's one of the two ”queens” at 13th Feng High School, Wei Tang.

To a large extent, the reason for me staying in this cla.s.s was because of her being in this cla.s.s.

Generally, for a school to have a ”queen” figure, there are two possibilities:

One, most of the female students at the school are unbearably ugly. From here a ”queen” can appear, as if a beautiful swan in a flock of ducks. Two, the female students are average or above average looking. Here, the ”queen” is more like a phoenix compared to the ”swans” of the school, they were more like a princess from a fairy tale than a real person.

The ”queens” of our school are of the second type, so Wei Tang's looks takes beauty to the extreme. She's also incredibly popular in school, although that's probably a given.

Due to her incredible popularity, her actions now lead to an uproar in the cla.s.s.