This Tsundere

Hearing Lin Yu say this, Tang Manman straightened up and looked at him tenderly.

Yes.

It didn't matter anymore.

Now they were together.

So all those things in the past were no longer important.

The ending was good.

And that was all that mattered.

Leaving a gentle kiss on Lin Yu's lips, Tang Manman happily returned to the bathroom to finish washing up and getting dressed.

Once Tang Manman was fully ready, the two left the hotel, hailed a taxi at the entrance, and headed to their former high school together.

At this time, although the freshmen and sophomores were already on break and had left the school.

The miserable seniors had not yet started their vacation.

There weren't as many people in the school as usual.

But overall, it still had some signs of life.

The current Third High School was no longer the same Third High School from over a year ago.

In the year or so since their graduation, Third High School had undergone tremendous changes.

Actually, before they even graduated, during their senior year, the school had already begun its reforms.

The school had hired a batch of strict teachers in an attempt to improve the poor disciplinary atmosphere.

Lin Yu still remembered the time he was kicked out of the classroom to stand in the hallway as punishment for not doing his homework.

But when he went out, he found that almost the entire class was standing outside.

Whenever he thought of this incident, Lin Yu still couldn't help but laugh.

Not only in academics, but the leadership of Third High School at that time had also begun to rectify the school ethos.

For example, they installed security cameras all over the school to prevent bullying and fights among students.

As for the final result.

You couldn't say it was completely useless, but rather that it wasn't very effective.

Fights on campus were repeatedly banned but never stopped; everyone simply moved their brawls off-campus or to blind spots out of the cameras' reach.

However, although these two policies seemed quite unsuccessful at the time.

Having the intention to change was always a good thing.

Moreover, after Lin Yu's batch of seasoned seniors graduated, the school leadership clearly became much more adept at dealing with the sophomore troublemakers.

Now, more than a year had passed.

That group of sophomore troublemakers had also graduated.

The current seniors were the freshmen during Lin Yu's time.

Not long after they enrolled, the school had already started rectifying the school's atmosphere.

In this current batch, even the most mischievous and rebellious students probably couldn't compare to the most well-behaved student in Lin Yu's old class.

Overall.

The current Third High School was no longer the Third High School of the past.

The current Third High School finally truly looked like a proper school.

The two arrived at their former school gate, looked at each other, and both saw the desire to revisit their old haunts in each other's eyes.

Only now, the entry and exit checks at Third High School were much stricter than before.

It was no longer possible to casually sneak in just by claiming to be a graduate.

"I'll call the teacher,"

Tang Manman said, picking up her phone.

Lin Yu nodded, agreeing that Tang Manman should call a teacher.

After all, given his reputation in school back then, his teacher would most likely approve of the security guard keeping him out...

Wait, no.

Lin Yu stroked his chin and thought carefully.

He felt that if he wanted to enter the school, the teacher would probably agree too.

After all, during his senior year, he had already started to turn over a new leaf.

His changes were obvious to all the subject teachers.

Just for the sake of him putting down games and instantly becoming a good student.

The teachers in charge of his class probably wouldn't be so unforgiving.

While Lin Yu was lost in thought, Tang Manman had already finished speaking with the teacher. She handed the phone to the security guard at the gate and said with a polite smile:

"This is Teacher Lü on the line."

"We are graduates of Third High School, and we want to come back and visit our teachers."

The security guard took the phone, said a few words, then nodded and opened the gate to let them in.

To be completely honest.

Even if this gentle and cute little girl hadn't made the call, the security guard would have let her in.

It was just the guy next to her who looked really untrustworthy.

Even though Teacher Lü had agreed to let him in, the guard still didn't want to let him through!

In the end.

Reluctantly allowed by the security guard, the two successfully entered the school.

After returning to the school.

They met with their teachers, strolled around for a while, and soon felt bored.

There really wasn't much to see.

After all, they had both studied here for three years.

A few minor changes couldn't arouse much interest in them.

Wanting to return to this prison they once desperately wanted to escape from.

Ultimately, it was just a bit of nostalgia.

After leaving the school, Lin Yu and Tang Manman held hands, planning to go to the mall to eat the deep-fried milk that Tang Manman had been craving.

On the way to the mall, Lin Yu ran into an acquaintance.

"Brother Long, are you back to stroll around the school?"

Lin Yu looked at White Hair, whose face was full of surprise, quickly remembered who he was, and greeted him warmly:

"Yeah."

"Accompanying her back for a look."

As he spoke, Lin Yu raised the hand that was intertwined with Tang Manman's to gesture to White Hair.

Lin Yu's impression of those people from high school was rather average.

However, when it came to this White Hair, Lin Yu's impression was quite deep.

Because in a certain sense, White Hair had actually done him a huge favor.

That winter.

It was him who tipped him off, saying that Tang Manman was going to get a tattoo.

"What about you?"

"Also back to visit the school?"

Lin Yu asked casually.

"No."

White Hair shook his head and said:

"I've opened a fried chicken salad rice shop here now."

Saying this, White Hair raised his hand and pointed to a restaurant front with ordinary decoration.

"Is business okay?"

Lin Yu asked casually.

White Hair nodded and said with a smile:

"Not bad, students' money is actually a bit easier to earn."

After White Hair finished speaking, he looked at how intimate Lin Yu and Tang Manman were now, a hint of teasing in his smile.

Brother Long really was a tsundere.

Back then, he loudly claimed that he didn't like Tang Manman.

And now?

Those two hands, one large and one small, were held tighter than anyone else's.

If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have had to go around passing messages one by one back then, telling them to change what they called her and forbidding them from calling Tang Manman sister-in-law.

Looking at it now, didn't they still have to call her that anyway?

What a waste of effort!

That was what he thought.

But White Hair didn't dare say these words out loud.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for so long and Lin Yu seemed to have become much kinder.

Who knew if, after teasing him too much, he would treat him to a rolling thunder kick again!

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