Sun Zhicheng: "...Pure love?"
The two of them exerted quite a bit of effort, finally managing to clumsily get over the wall and carefully make their way along its base.
Behind the wall was a large courtyard with an iron gate, which the school hadn’t decided what to do with yet, so it was left neglected.
Against the wall, there was a makeshift bike shed, filled haphazardly with students’ and teachers’ bicycles and electric scooters.
"Bro, you think there won’t be a security guard waiting for us at the gate?" Sun Zhicheng, a bit timid, whispered.
"And then what? You got another choice?" Lin Dong evidently had more guts than he did.
Luckily, despite some tense moments, they managed to make it upstairs almost at the exact moment the dorm supervisor was closing the door, ignoring her scolding as they rushed up.
Sun Zhicheng chuckled, feeling that the afternoon had been quite a thrill.
Meanwhile, outside the wall.
"Can’t get in, huh, what a headache." Jiang Nian glanced at the firmly shut iron gate, not beating around the bush with the class monitor.
He pointed at the wall nearby, "There’s a bike over there; maybe we can use it as a step to climb over."
No need to talk in circles with the class monitor; either they climb or they don’t, it all comes down to a simple decision.
Of course, there were some subtleties involved.
If the class monitor hesitated or looked worried, then Jiang Nian would definitely not act rashly when it came time to climb the wall.
Firstly, there was no need to damage the class monitor’s sense of security, and secondly, it meant the trust level wasn’t sufficient.
Li Qingrong simply glanced at the wall and nodded.
She didn’t ask any questions, which took Jiang Nian by surprise. After a moment of being stunned, he nodded too and started scaling the wall first.
Once perched on top, he shifted to make room, signaling Li Qingrong to come up and extending his hand to her the next moment.
Their hands clasped tightly, and he pulled her up with a strong tug.
Li Qingrong’s hand had a slight sheen of sweat, a bit warm and damp. She didn’t look at Jiang Nian, her gaze turned elsewhere.
"I’ll go down first, then you just jump down." Jiang Nian hopped down from the wall, bending his knees and taking a few steps forward to absorb the impact.
He gulped, turned around, and opened his arms, saying.
"You can just jump, I’ll catch you..."
As he turned his head, he only heard a thump. Looking over, Li Qingrong had already landed gracefully, her movements very smooth.
Seeing him with open arms, she tilted her head in confusion.
Jiang Nian’s mouth twitched; he thought to himself that he forgot the class monitor was naturally oblivious. This trick works on the timid but not on the oblivious.
Oh well, next time...
Boys’ dormitory, building 5.
Sun Zhicheng was getting ready to head to Lin Dong’s dorm room to rest; someone from his dorm had switched to being a day student, leaving an empty bed.
He stood by the window on the fifth floor, looking down at the scene below.
The window faced the wall they had just climbed over, and the blue bike shed. A rush of youthful exuberance swelled in his chest.
"This is youth, huh."
Just as he was feeling sentimental, he heard a snickering voice behind him.
"Seriously, you’re a moron if climbing a wall makes you think it’s youth?" Yang Qiming looked at Sun Zhicheng mockingly, a sneer on his lips.
Though the shame of Jingkang is yet to be avenged, when will the ministers’ hatred be quenched!
Their enmity wasn’t something new; it had been brewing for a while. As they faced off, the atmosphere instantly became tense.
"Heh, you’re in such a rush?" Sun Zhicheng was no warrior; he knew his strength lay in his mind, not his muscles.
He sneered, tauntingly.
"Is it that your ex-girlfriend was caught sneaking over the wall with her new lover? What can you do, but forgive her?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiming erupted instantly.
"You’re asking for it!"
The two of them started brawling immediately, and the commotion quickly attracted Lin Dong and several other boys from their class. They hurried to break it up, not even bothering to put on jackets.
However, neither of them listened at all.
Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng wrestled towards the window, each with the other’s head being pushed toward the side of the wall.
And then, in the next moment.
They both saw, down in the courtyard on the patchy grass.
The class monitor hugging Jiang Nian gently.