After a simple rebirth

After the performance, Fu Ying felt like she had let go of a big thing and could devote herself to her studies again.

The feeling Fu Ying got from this performance was the same as getting first place in the midterm exam. Although it attracted some attention, Fu Ying didn't take it to heart.

When she returned to school on Monday, her classmates teased her a few times, but she just smiled and continued to focus on herself.

As a result, when Fu Ying arrived at school after evening self-study, when she put her schoolbag into the locker, it was stuck because there was something in the locker. Fu Ying took out her schoolbag and saw several envelopes in the locker.

There are white ones, pink ones, and even ones with hearts on them. Are these love letters?

Wow, this is the first time Fu Ying has received a love letter.

In my previous life, I went to a technical secondary school. There were only six or seven boys in my class. There were too many boys and too few porridge. Some of them were absorbed by the class, and one or two were left from other classes. The rest didn't want to date at all. At that time, Fu Ying didn't want to date either. Because most of them were locals, Fu Ying didn't even have basic contact with them. At most, she could call them by their names.

Is this school anniversary performance so influential? I have heard that someone has performed and gained a lot of admirers before, but I didn't expect that she had experienced this.

At the same time, Fu Ying finally understood who supported the owner of the stationery store. Similar envelopes and writing paper, aren’t these things a waste of money!

Fu Ying wanted to throw it away directly, but she was afraid that someone in her class would pass on the message and hurt their self-esteem. After all, she didn't know who it belonged to or what the content was.

Fu Ying had no choice but to put it in her schoolbag and prepare to throw it away on the way home.

It was impossible to take it home because the children at home were very naughty and often rummaged through her schoolbag. If Fu Yu happened to see it, it would be difficult to explain.

As for whether the content was praise or something else, Fu Ying wasn't going to look at it.

If there is really something going on, just say it face to face. Don't get involved in such unclear things.

Fu Ying put her things away and Chen Lu also arrived at her position.

Chen Lu sat down, greeted Fu Ying, pushed her schoolbag into the cabinet, and felt something was wrong. She looked into the cabinet and found something there.

Chen Lu took out the thick envelope but didn't open it immediately. She took a quick look and found that her class and name were not written on the outside of the envelope. She was probably afraid that other classmates would know.

"Is this a love letter? Who wrote it?"

Fu Ying looked at the envelope in Chen Lu's hand and wondered if someone had spread it around Internet cafes, how come there were several envelopes that looked exactly the same as the ones sent to her, or if they were all bought at the same stationery store.

He didn't forget to answer her.

"I don't know, maybe someone is too idle."

Fu Ying wanted to say that she had also received a few letters, just not as many as Chen Lu's, but she decided not to say it. Just pretend that it never happened. It would be better not to say anything. Fu Ying always handled it coldly anyway.

Chen Lu did the same as Fu Ying, she just put it in her schoolbag and left it alone.

After school in the evening, Fu Ying took advantage of the darkness and could not see clearly, so when she passed by the entrance of a supermarket, she tore up the envelope and the letter together and threw them into the trash can at the entrance. She also shook the can to make sure that the cleaning staff would not pick it up and open it when changing the trash bag.

Now that the problem was solved, Fu Ying didn't take it to heart.

As a result, there were more letters in Fu Ying's cabinet the next day, but a few were missing, leaving 3.

Fu Ying put it directly into her schoolbag as usual. According to this trend, it should be over quietly in two days. It would be nice to have a peaceful ending.

Two envelopes appeared in a week. Fu Ying was speechless. With such perseverance, no matter what letter you wrote to her, she would definitely make progress in her studies.

The situation on Chen Lu's side was similar. Most of them gave up when they didn't get any response, and only a few stubborn ones continued to write.

When school was over on Friday at noon, Fu Ying was waiting for Li Xingying at the entrance of the teaching building. As they were in their third year of high school, many of them stayed after class late. Fu Ying had nothing urgent to do, so she just stood at the stairs at the entrance to stretch her legs.

"Fu Ying, are you waiting for someone?"

Suddenly a boy came over and asked Fu Ying.

Fu Ying looked in the direction of the voice. She didn't recognize the person, but she should have seen him before. He was probably from another class in the second year of high school. She didn't know anyone in the junior high school, and she had only seen some people in the same grade in the second year of high school.

"Oh, yes, I'm waiting for my neighbor."

"Is it a boy? A senior in high school?"

Fu Ying wondered why she had to be waiting for a boy, and who she was waiting for had nothing to do with him, right?

Fu Ying didn't give him a cold face right away, but answered him,

"It's a girl in the third year of high school."

"Oh, I see. It's the girl you go to school with every day, right?"

Fu Ying nodded and didn't want to talk anymore. Although she might be high-profile occasionally and many people might know her, it didn't mean that she was willing to be investigated and supervised.

The boy didn't notice Fu Ying's cold face and started to ask Fu Ying again.

"Fu Ying, how do you feel about Saturday afternoon?"

Fu Ying was inexplicably confused. What? She didn't say anything, did she?

"That's right, it's the letter I wrote. I want to invite you to the county to play on Saturday afternoon."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't received any letter, I haven't read any of the content, and I don't know what your unilateral agreement is. I have to review for my final exams at home this weekend."

"Didn't you see? I wrote you a letter every day. I didn't know what color you liked, so I chose a different stationery every time."

"No, I won't watch it. Apart from studying, I won't spend time and energy on anything else."

"I don't mean to delay your studies. I know you study very well and I am also studying hard."

The more Fu Ying listened, the more she felt that this person might be a little delusional, and his talk was becoming more and more wrong.

She interrupted quickly.

"Classmate, I don't know you, so I really don't understand what you said. I won't mislead you, and you don't have to think too much. I'll say it one last time, I only care about studying, and I won't spend time on anything that is not related to studying."

The boy seemed to understand, but became anxious again.

"Fu Ying, listen to me. I think you are really outstanding. Your grades are always so good. Your classmates say you are a very nice person. Your performance at the school anniversary was also very good. I really..."

Fu Ying was startled and interrupted him quickly.

"Stop! I know I'm excellent, thank you, you don't need to praise me specially. It seems that you are fine, classmate. My neighbor should be coming out soon, and I will go home soon. Goodbye."

"Fu Ying, why don't you listen to me? I am serious."

Fu Ying was speechless and impatient.

"I am serious too. Don't you understand what I am saying?"

"I understand, but I think we can make progress together. My roommate and his girlfriend have agreed to make progress together and take the college entrance examination together. He studied very hard for his girlfriend, and I think we can do it too. I can also study hard for you."

"No, I like to study alone. I don't need to make an agreement with anyone. I study for myself and to be responsible for my own future and life.

You can do it for yourself, but don't put the responsibility on me. It has nothing to do with me!"

The boy started to get more anxious.

"What I mean is, I can help you. I can buy you food and water when you concentrate on your studies. I can also help you with your homework on weekends. I won't affect your academic performance."

"My classmate, you can't listen to my kind words, right?

First of all, you are forcing me to fall in love early. I don't believe you don't know that falling in love early is against school rules and regulations. If the impact is minor, you will be criticized by the teacher. If the impact is serious, your parents will be called in or you may even be expelled from school. Are you trying to harm me?

Secondly, I am a student with excellent grades and self-discipline. You force yourself to add a good name, saying that you can make progress together with me, saying that you are helping me. Do I need your help to be the first in the grade? Before you, was my grade the worst, or did I not know how to study? Do I need your kindness to save me?

Finally, you must know that your existence is the biggest obstacle to my progress. What you call mutual progress is the so-called date. Since it is a date, do I have to take time to chat with you, walk with you on campus, or even go to the county or other places to play on weekends as you said. But you have to know that with this little time with you, I can write several sets of papers and memorize several lessons of words. For the so-called date, do I have to find reasons to meet and chat even on holidays? How can I tell my family that I came out alone? How can I explain to my teachers at school why my grades have declined?

Whenever I think of that kind of scene, I feel uncomfortable. If I become that kind of person, I will feel uneasy and guilty. Are you forcing me to become a lying and bad person?

Make progress together? I tutor you, and you are the one who makes progress. If you delay your review, I am the one who regresses. Tell me yourself, are you holding me back?

My family and I went to great lengths to transfer back from Guangdong Province to attend high school in order to study hard and get into a university of my choice, not to enjoy the fanciful high school life.

So in the end, my classmate, please just live your life well. I don't even know who you are, so what's the point of you going through all this trouble!"

The boy was stunned by Fu Ying's words and his face looked very bad, but he finally calmed down.

Fu Ying walked directly to the door of Li Xingying's class and waited. She said what she needed to say so as not to give the boy any chance to misunderstand. She also didn't want too many people to see it and think they were talking.

After a while, I finally heard their teacher say that the get out of class was over. There was a loud noise and the crowd came out.

Li Xingying also came out soon. Fu Ying had just finished her words with a cold and indifferent look. Li Xingying thought she was a little impatient because she had waited too long, so she complained and explained.

"You've been waiting for a long time, right? How about you just sit and wait in your classroom, and I'll come find you after class?"

"It's okay. You've been sitting all morning. It might be good to stand for a while." Fu Ying comforted her without telling her what happened while waiting for her.

"Oh my god, we are now dragging on almost every class, and we are also studying for papers during evening self-study. We hardly have any rest time. It's terrible."

"Actually, your situation is not the most terrifying. I heard from my junior high school classmates that the senior students in their school have to take a test every day. There is no break between classes. The only day off is Sunday morning. The rest of the time is spent in class and doing homework."

Li Xingying was shocked.

"I only have half a day off a week. I'll be exhausted!"

Fu Ying nodded.

In fact, many schools are even more exaggerated. Some schools only have one day off in the first year of high school. The high school that Fu Yu’s eldest son Wang Ruizhong attends has only Sundays off a week. The school is boarding, so students are only allowed to go home once a month.

Apart from anything else, the students at Gumang Middle School will become even more competitive. When the fourth child of Fu Ergu's family was in high school at Gumang, he often heard Fu Ergu say how hard it was for him to study. He got up early and came back late every day, and had to do his homework until eleven o'clock before he could go to bed.

That is to say, Li Xingying and her classmates were the first batch, and the school did not put too much pressure on them.