Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 2: Remember that we were young then.

In high school, Wei Yu was a very frail scholar, his grades were very good and he was the legendary top student. It’s just that he suffered from being average in athletics and couldn’t develop in all aspects. However, he always ‘liked’ to play sports with large, muscular friends.

A mate asked, “Wei Yu, you don’t like playing basketball, every time you play, you’re out of breath, why suffer? Why bother? Forget it, just go play the violin, brother I won’t laugh at you.”

It’s said that Young Master Shao coldly snorted, “Doesn’t that fellow Gu Qing Xi like athletic men?”

Later on in second year of high school, we were divided between the arts and science stream. Before the stream selection, I received a letter that wrote: do science do science do science!

I personally thought it was a cursed letter.

Thus, not buying it, I chose arts.

Just like this, in the science and arts streams, I parted ways with Wei Yu.

But we continued to maintain a pure boy girl relations.h.i.+p.

In second year of high school, one time my bicycle broke so Wei Yu took me home. That day, I was going back to my family and the way was pretty far.

In the November weather, Wei Yu cycled the way there. The hair on the back of his neck was dripping was sweat and I felt bad. But at that time, in that generation, our minds were so pure. Wei Yu and I were proper boy girl cla.s.smates, letting him take me home was already overstepping the boundaries. I felt bad the entire way and I also worried the entire way, what should I say if I see someone I knew along the way?

In the end, indeed halfway along, I met a neighbor working in the rapeseed fields. She saw me from far away and shouted, “Qing Xi ah, school ended la!”

At the time, I was repeatedly reciting inside, “We are just friends, we are just friends…”

So when I heard someone greet me, I immediately shouted back, “Auntie, I am just girl boy cla.s.smates with him, my bike broke, he’s sending me home.” Then, I thought I was very clever in changing the subject, “Auntie, you’re planting rape seeds ah.”

*[Not sure if the other name for rape seeds is canola seeds??]

The auntie very eloquently said “Oh”, I don’t know if the “oh” was for planting rape seeds or if the “oh” was for us being cla.s.smates.