Queen of the Campus

6

There was also a very handsome guy, a real heartthrob—the kind of guy who's super popular with girls. I found out later; his name was Tyler. There was also a very strong guy surnamed Niu, so I'll call him Er Niu. He was the second oldest in our dorm.

Seeing a good opportunity, I immediately went up to him, "Hey, I want to be friends with you guys." Just then, a burly guy walked in and said rudely, "Who are you? What right do you have to be friends with us?"

I wanted to say, "I don't want to be friends with you, you i***t. I want to be friends with them." But seeing his arrogant attitude, I didn't say it.

"Chen Biao, what are you saying? At least he's our roommate," Tyler glared at him. The burly guy didn't say anything. Tyler turned his head again, "But what Biao said isn't wrong, little brother. Wait until you're older before you talk about it!"

Who are you kidding? I'll grow up, and you guys will grow up too, and you still won't be friends with me. Feeling down, I climbed onto my upper bunk, utterly bored.

"There are really a lot of pretty girls in our class. Sophie not only has a sweet voice and a sweet smile, but she's also incredibly beautiful. She's lucky to be in this class," Kan Ge started talking.

The eternal topics of conversation in the boys' dormitory are girls, games, and sports. And girls always take center stage. Sure enough, Brother Biao chimed in, "Speaking of the most beautiful girl, it's still that girl named Molly. Red lips, white teeth, stunningly beautiful. I still prefer Molly a bit."

Molly? I tried hard to recall the figure standing on the podium earlier, but I just couldn't remember.

"That's what they call 'first-glance beauty' and 'second-glance beauty'! Some girls are breathtakingly beautiful at first glance, while others grow on you," Tyler summarized.

I couldn't help but look at Tyler with new respect. No wonder everyone in the dormitory listened to him; it wasn't just because he was good-looking!

It's like fine wine; the longer it ages, the more fragrant it becomes. Many years later, when you can no longer remember that beautiful face, that feeling, that sweet love, will still settle in your heart.

Unspoken, yet it will never fade! Even the most beautiful flowers will eventually wither and fade.

And am I your withered memory?

All good things must come to an end, but I only hope this meal can last a little longer.

Friends will eventually forget, but I only hope I won't forget so quickly!

No matter where I am, I will still think of you from time to time!

High school military training lasted only a week, and in that week, I didn't make a single friend. Looking back, I realized that in martial arts movies, the heroes and masters always make their grand entrance last. I was trying to please everyone from the start, and clearly, no one cared about me. Finally, I became disheartened. "Whatever," I thought, "I can live without friends." So I simply gave up and stopped bothering with them. Actually, nobody paid any attention to me.

After military training, classes officially started. Before classes began, the teacher needed to arrange seating. Since it was the first time, the teacher arranged everyone by height. When I tried to line up, the homeroom teacher stopped me, "Luke, you don't need to line up. You're the first boy, go choose your seat." The boys around me laughed without restraint, and even the girls, who tried to be reserved, couldn't help themselves. I wanted to curse the teacher's ancestors again, but I held back.

What I want to say is that a person's path is closely related to their environment! You might say it's because you're not strong enough, but you can't expect everyone to be strong. In my opinion... A normal person experiences normal joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness!

I stormed into the classroom, shutting out the well-intentioned or intentional laughter from behind me. I wanted to pretend I didn't hear them, but I couldn't feign magnanimity. I'm a real person, or perhaps I'm petty.

I found a seat in the third row by the window. Summer wasn't over yet, and although the classroom had air conditioning, I still preferred the natural breeze. Students came in sporadically to choose their seats, and I found myself surprisingly indifferent. Of course, I hoped Sophie would be my deskmate; she was the girl who always talked to me. But I knew it was wishful thinking, so I leaned on my desk and turned my head to look out the window. We were on the third floor, so from my seat I could see the older students playing basketball on the playground. My idol is Kobe Bryant. They're far inferior to Kobe, but I still enjoy watching. I don't know what else to do!

A noise nearby disturbed my meditation. I turned around and saw that I already had a deskmate.

A girl, a pretty girl. At first glance, she was stunning; upon closer inspection, she was even more so. A beautifully delicate face, a clean, oval shape, and short, wispy hair. A pink T-shirt paired with denim shorts—instantly, I felt the surroundings brighten.

I suddenly remembered Tyler's comment about the "first-glance beauty." "Molly?" I called out tentatively.

"You really do know me, little brother," Molly smiled smugly.

"What do you mean, 'really'?" I was a little confused. How could knowing someone be considered "really"?

"Tch, is there anyone in the whole class who doesn't know me? You may be small, but I'm so pretty, how could you not know me? So hypocritical!" Molly shrugged, looking disdainful.

I thought this was a good opportunity, so I quickly made my stance clear.

"Molly, can you be my friend?" I said confidently and decisively, confident she would agree. But a full minute passed, and I heard no response. I turned around and saw Molly staring at me in disbelief, though she couldn't hide the amusement in her eyes.