What is youth?
Su Cheng didn't know. He had never experienced what youth was like, nor had he felt its beauty. But he knew that youth was something that made people feel good.
"So, what exactly is youth?"
Sitting at his desk, Su Cheng stared at a question in his workbook, lost in thought.
Youth...
His heart was filled with confusion.
His world was dark, cruel, and filled with all sorts of dirty things.
But youth was nowhere to be found.
"If this becomes the next exam question, I'm doomed."
Su Cheng sighed.
He couldn't exactly write that youth was a lie or a sin.
That might get him dragged into some strange club by the teacher!
"Knock knock knock~"
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
He went to the door, opened it, and saw Grandma Li holding a plastic container, smiling warmly at him. "Su Cheng, we had some extra dumplings today."
"No, Grandma Li, that's not necessary."
Su Cheng quickly waved his hands, refusing her kind offer.
But Grandma Li simply placed the container in his hands and said, "Don't be polite, we're neighbors. Look at how skinny you are, you need to eat more. Enjoy them while they're hot."
With that, she turned and left.
"Thank you."
Su Cheng said his thanks to her retreating back, closed the door, and went back inside.
Grandma Li often greeted him and used him as a positive example to her grandson.
He didn't expect her to bring him dumplings today.
It had been a long time since he had dumplings...
He opened the plastic container and found handmade dumplings inside, emitting a delicious aroma that looked very appetizing.
"Hmm... I'll make noodles to return the favor next time."
He muttered to himself, then sat down at the table and started eating. One bite and his taste buds were filled with flavor.
It was fragrant and delicious.
"Mmm~"
Su Cheng couldn't help but praise, then continued eating several more dumplings, enjoying the meal and letting the oil from the dumplings stain his lips. As he chewed, he smiled.
Then, while still chewing, he mumbled indistinctly, "Youth is Grandma Li knocking on the door!"
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After finishing, he returned to his desk and continued working on his workbook.
Although this last-minute cramming would only harm his body, to secure the top spot in the grade, he had to give it his all.
Although he believed his test-taking abilities surpassed everyone in the grade, in this school, he found that everyone had strong determination, reasons, and exceptional study skills.
Moreover, these wealthy kids had access to information, connections, and wealth, using everything they could to their advantage.
During the last test, he noticed intense competition within the class, with everyone discussing and secretly competing before the exams.
Information and connections: Spreading false rumors about test questions and psychological tactics.
When you ask someone if they've been studying, they'll casually say, "It's just a test, nothing important. I played games all night!"
In reality, they had stayed up all night studying!
Wealth: Hiring top private tutors for intensive lessons.
These were things he didn't have, so he had to work hard.
As Su Cheng wrote, he pondered.
At that moment, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw a message.
It was from Liu Qingyue.
Liu Qingyue: "My family recently bought a car, so from now on, someone will drive me to school. You don't need to pick me up anymore."
(Sad face emoji)
Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then typed a reply: "I understand."
Did the Ji family buy a new car?
Probably Ji Qingyi stopping you from coming, right?
He thought for a while but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, so he casually muttered a complaint, decided not to think about it anymore, put his phone aside, and continued working on his practice booklet.
At 1 AM, he took a shower and slowly got into bed. But he had no sleepiness, as he could clearly feel a severe discomfort in his chest.
"It's probably because I haven't been this serious in a long time."
Su Cheng frowned and muttered, then tossed and turned.
"I'll get used to it."
Eventually, Su Cheng closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep, but his mind kept replaying today's events.
He thought about Li Guanqi's soft tone by the pool, the soft touch, and how she had wrapped her small hands around his neck, breathing warmly close to him. Su Cheng felt his face burning and his breathing becoming heavier.
This was the first time he had been so intimate with a girl.
Even Liu Qingyue had only rested her head on his shoulder before.
In essence, it wasn't that intimate.
And he had experienced similar things before.
When taking the bus, sometimes a sleeping woman's head would suddenly fall onto his shoulder.
"Bad woman, how dare you disturb my heart!"
He cursed in his heart. After an unknown amount of time, he felt his body become more comfortable and gradually fell asleep.
He had no dreams that night.
The next day.
Su Cheng woke up early and rode his bike along the road, heading to school.
But the usual bus stop, where a beautiful figure in black stockings once stood, was now empty.
To be honest, he felt a bit disappointed.
After all, waking up every day to see a beautiful girl in black stockings, chatting and going to school together, was a wonderful thing!
But now that beautiful girl was gone, and as a normal person, he felt a sense of loss.
"Classmate Su Cheng~"
Hearing this, Su Cheng was startled and quickly stopped his bike, looking behind him.
He saw a beautiful girl in black stockings standing by a private car. When she saw that his bike's back seat was empty, her big eyes curved into a beautiful crescent moon.
She was holding a yellow paper box carefully in both hands.
Xuan Ying.
She turned her head and said something to the driver, then the driver stepped on the gas and left. Su Cheng watched the luxury sports car drive away and sighed.
This girl clearly wanted to hitch a ride on his bike!
She didn't want to ride in her expensive car and instead chose his broken bicycle.
"What's wrong, Xuan Ying classmate?"
However, Su Cheng still put on a puzzled expression.
Xuan Ying walked up with the paper box, looking a bit embarrassed as she said, "Well... I just came across a stray kitten on the road..."
As she spoke, Xuan Ying opened the paper box, revealing a very cute three-month-old Ragdoll cat in Su Cheng's sight.
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