"Sorry for bumping into you, it was my fault, but if you’re okay, we were about to leave," Xia Chuyi calmly told Song Yingjie.
Upon hearing her words, Jiang Shuqin understood her stance and immediately added, "Classmate, sorry about that, we really didn’t expect someone to suddenly come out from the side path."
"Sorry about that!" Jiang Shuqin smiled and continued, "But I see you didn’t fall or get hurt, so let’s just let it go."
After that, she grabbed Xia Chuyi, ready to walk past Song Yingjie.
"Wait a moment!" Song Yingjie, taken aback for a moment, immediately stopped Xia Chuyi and looked at her incredulously, "You, you are a student at Kyoto University?"
Xia Chuyi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do I know you?"
The implication being: don’t just make assumptions about our relationship.
Song Yingjie paused and then said, "Well, classmate, sorry about the misunderstanding on the train earlier."
"I previously thought you were a vain and non-enterprising woman."
"But today, I realized that you are actually my schoolmate."
"As a woman, being able to get into our Kyoto University, you must be a self-reliant and strong woman of the new era."
"Classmate, I am sorry about the misunderstanding I had about you before."
Song Yingjie looked genuinely sincere.
Jiang Shuqin glanced at Xia Chuyi: What’s the situation here?
Xia Chuyi shook her head slightly at her.
A misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?
Was it a misunderstanding when Song Yingjie and his mother thought she was a social climber and ridiculed her to her face?
Or was it a misunderstanding when he openly criticized and mocked her on the train?
Seeing that the two were silent, Song Yingjie thought his words had had an effect, a look of smugness crossed his eyes, "Look at us, both from Province H, that makes us fellow villagers."
"We both strive to be strong, traveling thousands of miles to Capital City to study for our revolutionary ideals, and coincidentally, taking the same train, one could say it’s fate."
"So, I think, we should get along well."
Song Yingjie put on an air of elegance.
Seeing Xia Chuyi not responding, Song Yingjie assumed she was tacitly agreeing. He stepped forward, sporting what he considered a refined and handsome smile, and said to her, "By the way, there’s a Hometown Association organized by the seniors at the school, they invited me to join, I was about to go, will you join me?"
By this time, even Jiang Shuqin could tell this male classmate was a bit too full of himself, what a nerve.
Xia Chuyi calmly said, "Sorry, I’m not interested in joining any Hometown Association with you."
Who knew Song Yingjie would think she was just shy, assuming a gentler demeanor, he reached out to grab her arm and said, "We, the young intellectuals of the new era, need not be particular about gender differences."
"Let’s go, let’s go to the Hometown Association."
"Your classmate can come along with me too," Song Yingjie said, looking gently at Jiang Shuqin.
The moment Song Yingjie touched her arm, Xia Chuyi’s gaze sharpened like a knife: "Let go!"
Her tone was incredibly cold.
"You..." Song Yingjie was a bit stunned, not understanding why she suddenly turned hostile.
"Hey, classmate, those were all misunderstandings before, I hope you can be more broad-minded and let bygones be bygones," Song Yingjie went on, still trying to pull her.
"Hey, you...," Jiang Shuqin couldn’t stand it anymore and was about to step forward to scold him when suddenly a loud shout came from behind: "Xia Chuyi!"