Our class outfits have to be Japanese school uniforms! [Please keep reading!]]
She gave Hu Caiwei a cold glance, ignored her, and walked straight to her seat, where she set down her backpack and stuffed it into the desk compartment.
Rebuffed, Hu Caiwei did not keep provoking her. She merely cursed inwardly. What a freak. Who was she trying to impress with that icy face all day?
The truth was, she did not dare mess with Bai Qingxia.
There was a rumor about Bai Qingxia circulating among the girls.
Apparently, before the classes were reshuffled, back in their first year, some girls in Bai Qingxia's class had been jealous of her good looks. Her cold personality only made matters worse. A few of them had cornered her after school and deliberately taken scissors to her hair.
But they had not expected Bai Qingxia to be crazy. She snatched the scissors, cut her own long hair down to her ears right in front of them, then hurled the thick black locks she had cut off at the girls.
"Happy now?!"
Bai Qingxia demanded, her expression fierce.
The girls were so frightened by the scissors in her hand that they froze on the spot.
Bai Qingxia threw the scissors to the ground and strode away.
Of course, if that had been all, the rumor would not have spread so widely.
There was more to the story.
After that, the girls decided Bai Qingxia was not someone they could handle themselves, so they recruited an older boy from the second year to teach her a lesson.
But when the second-year boy brought a whole group to block the corridor, those vicious-looking boys all froze at the sight of Bai Qingxia's face.
For a moment, they even forgot what they had come there to do.
Bai Qingxia walked forward with her textbooks in her arms and a cold expression on her face. The boys backed away bashfully, none of them willing to make the first move.
Even with her hair looking as though a dog had chewed it off, Bai Qingxia had struck those virgins as a heavenly beauty that day.
From then on, Bai Qingxia's name spread throughout the school, and she became known as the Cold-Faced School Belle.
The girls did not dare mess with her, and the boys did not want to.
But Bai Qingxia remained aloof and kept a low profile.
Though her reputation endured, she always stuck to the quiet corners of campus and immersed herself in studying. She bothered no one and let no one bother her, gradually fading from everyone's sight.
After that, when people thought of her, the first thing that came to mind was her top ranking in their year, not her beauty.
Lu Yuanqiu had never heard any of this. He had been in the same class as Hu Caiwei from their first year through their third, and all his attention had been focused on her.
Even now, Lu Yuanqiu could not imagine that Bai Qingxia, who always seemed so fragile and easy to bully around him, had once shown such a tough side.
Twenty minutes later, the students of Class 28 had gradually all arrived.
Lu Yuanqiu, who had run home for a nap, now appeared at the classroom door as well.
Bai Qingxia glanced over, then looked away.
"Lu Yuanqiu!"
Seeing Lu Yuanqiu, Zhong Jincheng, the class's academic representative, planted a foot on a stool and laughed arrogantly. "Turn around and look at the blackboard! Look at your name!"
Lu Yuanqiu turned around and pointed at "Lu Yuanqiu" in the section listing the students on cleaning duty. He raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What? You like your daddy's name?"
Zhong Jincheng froze, so startled that his glasses slid down his nose.
He walked over in bewilderment, muttering to himself, "Huh? Who changed it?! It said 'Lu the Bastard' before!"
Hearing that, Lu Yuanqiu immediately caught him in a headlock. "What was that?! You changed my name, huh, punk? Bet you didn't see that coming. There are still more good people than bad in this world."
Bai Qingxia could not resist looking over again.
"Let go of me! You muscle-brained idiot!"
Zhong Jincheng's face turned bright red. Lu Yuanqiu released his arm and kicked him in the backside. "Go back to your corner and enlighten your damn self!"
"Get lost!"
Lu Yuanqiu reached his seat, then suddenly frowned and pinched his nose.
Looking behind him, he discovered that, sure enough, the Liu Family brothers had taken off their shoes. Four pudgy feet rested neatly on the crossbars beneath their desks.
Even the air around them seemed to warp.
Battle Sect masters-truly terrifying!
As the overseer of the classroom's back-row realm, Lu Yuanqiu walked over and slapped each of the two fatasses on the head.
"Damn it! Put your shoes on! Can't you see our star student has graced the back row with her presence? Could you at least think about our image?!"
The Liu Family brothers rubbed their heads. Noticing Bai Qingxia looking their way, they blushed and sheepishly put their shoes back on.
Bai Qingxia pressed her lips together awkwardly and averted her gaze.
Lu Yuanqiu then went over to the sleeping Zheng Yifeng and tapped his desk.
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Zheng Yifeng opened his eyes and stirred groggily. He gave Lu Yuanqiu a look as though he were insane, then turned the other way and went back to sleep.
He was actually quite handsome, but his eyes were always half closed, as though he could never get enough sleep.
Only after restoring "order" to the back row did Lu Yuanqiu return to his seat.
He wanted to bring up lunch with Bai Qingxia, but, mindful of her pride, he abandoned the idea of discussing it directly.
Just then, their homeroom teacher, Liu Wei, walked in with the class monitor, Wang Haoran.
"Isn't our first afternoon period English?"
Gao Qiang, who sat in the middle of the classroom, asked the question.
Zhong Jincheng, in the corner, immediately looked disappointed as well. Was that the end of the black stockings and short skirt?
Liu Wei explained, "It is English. Before the lesson starts, let's talk about this year's autumn sports meet. Same as always, we need to choose our class outfits for the opening procession."
Lu Yuanqiu remembered. There was a sports meet later that month, on September 20.
Lucheng No. 7 Middle School had a tradition: every class had to wear matching outfits and march across the sports field in formation during the opening ceremony.
Although it was supposed to be a formal procession, the students had gradually turned it into something approaching a massive cosplay event.
Their outfit choices were simply too varied.
One year, an entire class had even dressed as emperors. During the procession, their class monitor had lain on a stretcher, holding up a sign that read: "Help your emperor up! I can still study!"
At the mention of choosing class outfits, the lifeless classroom instantly buzzed with excitement. Even Zheng Yifeng raised his head, suddenly wide awake.
Zhong Jincheng eagerly exchanged a glance with the class monitor, Wang Haoran.
The unspoken understanding between perverts.
Liu Wei took out two pictures, one of a Japanese school uniform and one of a black suit.
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class monitor has helped me pick two fairly conventional outfits. Which one do you want to wear for the procession?"
The next moment, all the boys shouted excitedly in perfect unison, "Japanese school uniforms!!!"
Gao Qiang had always loved whipping up a crowd during his school days. He was the first to stand, raising both hands high and looking toward the students behind him as he urged everyone to vote for the Japanese school uniforms.
The girls collectively fell silent, their cheeks slightly flushed. Only a few, including Hu Caiwei, looked somewhat excited.
Girls their age did not often wear short skirts. Whether at home or at school, they generally dressed conservatively.
Lu Yuanqiu glanced sideways and found Bai Qingxia reading her textbook as though none of this concerned her.
He suddenly remembered that Bai Qingxia had not joined the procession at the sports meet in their second year.
She had been the only person in the class who had not bought the class outfit.
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