Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"Hello, my name is Su He."

The young man had a handsome face like pear blossoms on a snowy day. He wore a snow-white T-shirt loosely on his body and stretched out a hand towards her.

The boy's hands were beautiful, slender and strong with distinct joints. Qi Yao was a little hesitant, especially after hearing the name, she was stunned for a long time.

Su He, the one who always gets first place in the city joint examination.

In fact, in this place, shaking hands when meeting for the first time is not popular. Qi Yao never thought that one day he would meet this person who was considered to be a god in high school. After hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently shook hands with the boy.

"My name is Qi Yao."

He only held her hand for two seconds before quickly letting go. After Chang Qing put the key in his schoolbag, he went downstairs with her.

"I'm a senior in No. 17 Middle School now. How about you?"

"I'm in No. 3 Middle School, but." Qi Yao showed a happy smile and said softly, "Because my family has moved and it's far away from No. 3 Middle School, I will also transfer to No. 17 Middle School. Then we can be alumni."

"Su He, I heard your name when I was in No. 3 Middle School. Our Chinese teacher would always take out your composition and read it to us. You are the top student in the eyes of many people in No. 3 Middle School."

Chang Qing showed a trace of embarrassment on her face. It was fine for her to write the composition, but it was awkward to actually read it and have someone say that to her face. She said helplessly, "It's okay, actually. The composition topic happens to be something I'm good at."

Qi Yao's grades were also very good, ranking in the top 50 in the city. When he arrived at No. 17 Middle School, he was directly admitted to the key class of liberal arts.

During the monthly exam, her grades were directly in the top three in the grade. She stood at the school gate with her report card in her sweaty palms, looking at the students coming and going, and recognized that person from the crowd at a glance.

Chang Qing and other classmates were chatting and discussing the math competition when they saw Qi Yao standing at the school gate. Her face was white and clean, and her dark eyes were calm and gentle. The yellow poplar tree behind her was swaying its leaves slightly, and the sunlight sprinkled through the gaps in the tree, casting a few spots of light of varying shapes.

"You're waiting for me."

Chang Qing walked over with a half-empty bottle of orange-flavored soda in his hand, and turned his head to ask Qi Yao.

"Well, I'm not very familiar with this place. Can you accompany me to buy some information?"

"Sure. The information sold at this store next to the school is expensive and not very good. I know a bookstore on the old street. It's a bit far and there's no bus."

Chang Qing agreed very straightforwardly and borrowed a bicycle from a boy in his class. Just as he was leaving the school gate, he ran into Lu Ziming, who was walking towards him with his hands in his pockets and a very arrogant look on his face.

"Su He, where are you going?"

"I'm going to go buy information with my friend, do you want to go too?"

Lu Ziming thought for a while and felt that he had nothing to do at the moment, so he followed them.

The three of them rode their bicycles and quickly passed through the surging crowd. When they reached the bluestone street of the old street, Lu Ziming stood up, opened his arms wide, and whistled.

The sunlight fell through the clouds, and the rouge dusk gradually dimmed. Six o'clock in the afternoon was the most comfortable time in the city. The wind blew, and the voices of people on the noisy street next door gradually faded away.

Several people braked suddenly and stopped their bicycles.

"Su He, Qi Yao, how about we skip class tomorrow afternoon and ride our bikes to the outside of the city like we did today? I know a road that's perfect for cycling." Lu Ziming licked his dry lips and smiled in a rogue way. His tone of voice was different from when he usually spoke, and there was a kind of nonchalance in his eyes and eyebrows.

"You two good students probably haven't experienced the feeling of skipping classes. Now you are in your third year of high school. If you don't try it, your youth will be too boring."

Lu Ziming leaned back slightly. Unlike others, he had a very fulfilling youth. From junior high school to high school, he had a group of younger brothers following him.

Everyone who comes here has to call him Brother Lu.

The school bully who often fights in the entire No. 17 Middle School, either goes to the Internet cafe to play games or goes to the mountain to race on motorcycles with a group of friends. It turns out that he can play together with the top student in the grade and the school hunk. When the two of them get together, many people are shocked.

"All youth is youth. Who says that youth that seems the same but is different is not youth? I walk around the campus with my schoolbag on my back, pick up my pen and fill the white draft paper with ink, watch my classmates chatting about family matters, listen to you being criticized by the whole school, the shaky sunset outside the window, the tense and crowded life in the third year of high school, every stroke, all make up my youth."

Chang Qing reached out to catch the last ray of setting sun, watching the light pass through his fingers and fall to the ground, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I saw a passage a few days ago, and I quite liked it: I was born to be a mountain, not a stream, I want to look down on the mediocre valleys from the top of the peaks; I was born to be a hero, not a weed, I stand on the shoulders of great men and look down on humble cowards."

Lu Ziming smiled again after he was distracted, Qi Yao was also smiling. The three of them were not far away from each other, just looking at each other.

Lu Ziming looked Chang Qing up and down and said with a sigh: "Don't say it, you are indeed quite handsome."

"Su He, do you know that everyone privately calls you the school hunk of No. 17 Middle School? Even though I'm such a fierce person, many girls have the guts to stop me, just because we get along well, and they asked me to send you a love letter."

Chang Qing sat on the bicycle, supporting his upper body with his arms, and said, "I know everything. I collected all the letters and kept them safely."

Those are the thoughts of those young girls who are just beginning to fall in love. She cannot respond to them, but she will preserve their youth well.

A person like Su He would probably amaze many girls throughout their school days. In the memories of those girls, he would always be in his prime, standing under the national flag on Monday, speaking and smiling at them.

"Let's go. If we're any later the bookstore will close."

When Lu Ziming arrived at the bookstore, he immediately regretted coming with him, because Chang Qing picked out two more test papers for him and said with admiration: "You have made great progress in this monthly exam. These two test papers are rewards for you. Don't be so moved that you cry."

The veins beside Lu Ziming's temple jumped, and he said with almost gritted teeth: "Su He, you are really my good brother. Who the hell rewards the five-three? I have been forced by you during this period. I even dreamed that I was doing five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation."

“Being brothers is in the heart.”

After Chang Qing said this, he turned around and started to help Qi Yao pick the test papers. Everyone's foundation is different, and the difficulty of the test papers is also different. Instead of buying those test papers that others are chasing after, it is better to choose the ones that suit you.

Lu Ziming walked out of the bookstore with a depressed look on his face, leaned against the wall, immediately took out a cigarette and lit it, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"What does it feel like to smoke?" Qi Yao suddenly asked.

Lu Ziming glanced at her and immediately put out his cigarette. With a lazy smile on his face, he said, "I don't feel anything. I just think this is a bit cool and not suitable for a good student like you."