Chapter 674: The Melody of Teenage Love 5

a car, and Zhuo Yu'an would always lose his temper when teaching her, so Chen Ge helped take care of her. Therefore, Chen Ge has been watching over them all along. Now that he sees them blossom and be...As Tinglan was about to close the notebook, she saw a solitary line of elegant handwriting on the last page:

Some flowers bloom on tall trees.

Tinglan recognized these words, they were a line from the poem "Bride" written by poet Hai Zi. The beginning of this poem is:

and many, many days after.

Many goodbyes

You illuminated me

Today I won't say anything.

Let others speak.

....

But on the notebook, it was just that sentence with no beginning or end. Because there was only a comma after the sentence, Ting Lan, as if possessed, added the second half: "Some fruits hang deep underground."

Two lines of text, one above the other, were written on a blank page at the bottom. Tinglan originally thought her handwriting was quite beautiful, but compared to this, it seemed a bit childish and dainty.

I regret writing on someone else's notebook. I shouldn't have written anything in it randomly, but now I can't erase or tear it out. I can only hope the owner won't mind.

This weekend, I stayed at home and felt a little nervous about the results of Monday's exam announcement.

Her father went on a business trip out of town, so only she and her mother were home.

During dinner, Mom casually asked, "Did you have your exams on Friday"

"Passed."

"How did you do"

"That's great."

Good and bad, her evaluation differs from her mother's.

Her evaluation is to do her best within her own scope, while mom's evaluation is based on the standard of concise and warm.

Wenjian was a model child from a young age. She excelled in her studies, and she was also generous and considerate. Every time we visited her home, she would proactively help her parents with chores. Both of her parents adored her.

Zhang He heard the hesitation in her tone and didn't press further, after all she was only a first-year student.

For this exam, don't put too much pressure on the child, just say >>>

“I asked Auntie Wen about this, and the tutor she hired for Xiao Jian still has an opening this semester. Mom can sign you up too, would you like to go”

Tinglan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's not necessary. Teacher Wen Jian's tutoring fees are very expensive. They were 300 yuan per hour in middle school, and they're probably even more expensive now in high school."

If we go to the teacher for tutoring, I'm afraid one month of mom's salary wouldn't be enough. Although our family can afford it, she feels it's unnecessary.

“Don’t worry about the money, our family can afford your education. The most important thing is to lay a solid foundation in high school.”

"Mom, can we wait until the exam scores come out"

Listening mainly didn't want to take classes with Wen Jian because she had the same teacher. At home, her mother often compared her to Wen Jian, and Listening didn't want to be compared by the teacher outside.

When going to school on Monday, Lan brought the notebook back to school and gave it to Lu Kuò. On the way, Cheng Chen also remembered the types of questions on the notebook and borrowed it to have a look. After looking through it, he regretted it deeply, wishing he had studied it seriously before the exam.

Lu Kuo said proudly, "My buddy is a genius; you'll all see."

Cheng Chen knew the "buddy" he was talking about was Zhuo Yu'an from the next class. He didn't know if he was a genius or not, but he was definitely a campus heartthrob. Whether it was junior high school girls, classmates in the same grade, or senior students, everyone's eyes followed him wherever he went.

Cheng Chen handed the notebook to Tinglan. "You go return it, let you get acquainted with a genius."

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Tinglan took the notebook. She didn't want to go at first; she wasn't interested in these things, but suddenly...

As she reached the last page, she thought about adding that sentence she'd made up on her own. She wanted to explain it to someone, so she took the notebook and went straight to next door, Class 1.

It was the end of class, and both the corridors and classrooms were bustling with noise.

Many students she knew greeted her. As a transfer student from the junior high department, and with her striking appearance, she was the finale performer at the welcome event. In fact, she already had some fame among her classmates in the same year, but she kept a low profile and didn't interact much with them.

She stood at the door of Class Two, holding a notebook and shouted inside: Zhuo Yuan!

After she finished shouting, she remembered that she didn't know who the classmate named Zhuo Yuan was. She had wanted to go back to her classroom and ask Cheng Chen to come over together, but because of her appearance, many students had already noticed her, so she had to grit her teeth and smile, raising her voice a little bit.

"May I ask who Zhuo Yuan is"

At that time, Zhuo Yu'an was sitting in the back row of the classroom. He suddenly heard the voice and looked up at the door. A girl with a sweet smile stood there gracefully, holding a notebook in her hand and looking around the classroom for its owner.

Actually, Lan was very nervous, especially when a tall and handsome boy with a clean and refreshing aura walked towards her. When their classmates burst into laughter, her face quietly blushed.

The boy stood silently before her, a stark contrast to Lu Kuo.

Tinglan originally wanted to explain that she had scribbled something random on the back of her notebook, but when the boy took her notebook and said, "My name is not Zhuo Yuan, my name is Zhuo Yu'an," her ears turned red instantly. She completely forgot about explaining anything.

< Saying to someone, I just hurried and said: >

"I'm sorry, thank you for your notes."

Actually, she didn't quite remember the other person's name. It sounded rather complicated and she hadn't heard it clearly at all.

This little interlude ended when she announced the grades back in the classroom.

She did well in her humanities subjects, but not so well in science. Her overall score ranked fifth in the class, which was a little disappointing as she had hoped for better.

Therefore, she was uninterested when looking at grade rankings.

After school, Lu Kuò was dragged to the notice board by Cheng Chen, with Lu Kuo following behind.

When he saw that the top of the bulletin board read "Wen Jian," Lu Kuo almost couldn't believe his eyes. Zhuo Yu'an had actually come in second

"Damn, who the hell is Wenjian"

Ting Lan looked at her ranking, 50th, and her mood sank even further. She hadn't been this far behind Wen Jian before, back in middle school. But looking back, there were signs. Wen Jian leaned towards STEM subjects while Ting Lan preferred the humanities. Math, physics, and chemistry weren't something she could excel at just by working hard if she didn't have a good grasp of the methods.

Three people stood in front of the notice board, each lost in their own thoughts.

Lu Kuo was heartbroken to see Zhuo YUAN ranked second, even more so than his own last place result;

Listening Lan's exam score was lower than she expected. Thinking about going home and inevitably being questioned by her mother, her mood wasn't good;

Cheng Chen is doing well, with stable grades that put him right around the top 100 in his class, so there's no fuss about it.

After standing for a while, most of the students at school had already left. Lu Kuo turned around and saw Zhuo Yu'an standing behind him, giving him a start.

“When did you come”

"Just arrived."

He looked very clean and refreshed. He didn't seem to care at all about coming in second place, his gaze scanning the list of names one by one until he reached number 50, then he turned away.

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Author's Note: Tinglan's unintentional response in poetry, would young Zhuo Yunan be quietly happy for a long time

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