In the early morning, as the faint morning mist had yet to disperse, Yang Haoran and his younger sister Yaoyao walked out of Jingjiang Residential Complex one after the other, heading toward Yulin High School.
The school Yang Haoran currently attended, Yulin High School, was located on the boundary between the first and second ring roads in G City.
In the Yangtze River Delta, G City covered a vast area!
It was more than three times the size of the capital.
Situated near the coast, its economy was a national leader.
As a key municipal school, Yulin High School covered over a hundred acres, with a construction area of 100,000 square meters. It included an office building, teaching buildings, a library, a science and technology hall, a student cafeteria, a faculty cafeteria, student dormitories, sports fields, and more.
It encompassed both junior and senior high school sections, with over 4,000 students, making it the school with the largest student population in G City.
Yang Haoran and his younger sister Yang Mengyao (Yaoyao) were enrolled in Class 5 of the senior high school freshman year, which was a key class in the school, also known as an advanced class.
Logically, given Yang Haoran’s academic performance, he should never have been assigned to a key class during the streaming process. This inevitably brought to mind four words: “social connections and relationships.”
Lin Wanqing, the mayor of G City, and mother of Liu Ruoxi, was Yang Haoran’s maternal grandmother. This was no secret among the school’s upper management.
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The siblings walked along the road in silence. Yang Haoran was preoccupied with thoughts of recent events. The “fairy-like mother” he had always known seemed like a different person since he was discharged from the hospital. Though she remained as beautiful as a painting, whether it was jerking him off or seducing him in sexy lingerie, her actions had involuntarily taken on a slutty allure that was utterly at odds with her previous image.
Yang Mengyao gazed at her older brother’s back ahead, lightly biting her lip. For some reason, a faint blush rose to her cheeks at whatever thought crossed her mind.
This scene seemed no different from usual, except for the flush of crimson on the beautiful face of the teenage girl.
They crossed the street and arrived at the bus stop. Still without much conversation, they boarded bus number 103. After seven or eight stops, they arrived near the school.
After getting off the bus, Yang Haoran said to Yaoyao as usual, “You go into school first. I’ll come in a bit later.”
Yang Mengyao pressed her lips together and gave a soft “Mm” of acknowledgment.
She knew this was because her brother didn’t want their classmates to know they were siblings.
After all, in her brother’s eyes, his younger sister’s academic performance was outstanding, while he, as the older brother, always found his name listed on the last page of the rankings.
On one hand, Yang Haoran didn’t want to affect his sister’s studies; on the other, he felt too ashamed. So in class, as far as their classmates were concerned, the siblings were like the brilliant student and the hopeless slackerβworlds apart, on completely different levels.
As for their shared surname, that went without sayingβwith a population of over a billion, countless people shared the same family name.
After his sister left, Yang Haoran waited for seven or eight minutes before finally walking toward the school.
Passing through the main gate emblazoned with the words “Yulin High School,” Yang Haoran walked alone on the school path. Not far ahead, near an office building, a graceful figure caught his eyeβa young girl accompanied by two people, seemingly her parents, both around middle age.
Amid the bustling crowd, the girl stood out like a crane among chickens. Dressed in pure white, she had an orchid-like elegance and a tall, slender figure.
Seemingly noticing his gaze, the girl glanced over and saw Yang Haoran. She stood there serenely, a faint smile gracing her calm, unruffled face. Paired with exquisitely sculpted, flawless features that seemed like nature’s masterpiece, she was breathtaking.
Her smiling face was like a flower. As the girl’s visage entered the young man’s sight for the first time, he was instantly mesmerized.
With exquisitely perfect featuresβbright eyes, white teeth, rosebud lips, and a fine noseβher clever, radiant smile, complemented by the white dress, made it feel like encountering the girl of his dreams.
Yang Haoran was stunned, utterly dazed. Even after the girl turned away, he remained standing there in a trance.
“So beautiful… so beautiful…”
As if entranced, he murmured to himself without realizing it.
If his fairy-like mother was the love of his life, then now, perhaps, he had met someone whose beauty and aura were no less than his mother’s. Put another way, she! was like his mother in her teenage years.
“What are you staring at, Haozhi, so captivated?”
A familiar voice sounded behind him, followed by a pat on his shoulder. Yang Haoran jolted as if waking from a dream. Ignoring the person behind him, he first searched for that girl who had captivated his heart at first sight.
Under the office building, the girl’s figure had already vanished without a trace. Yang Haoran looked around but still couldn’t see her.
Yang Haoran’s reaction left Wei Ming somewhat surprised. “What’s wrong, Haozhi? What are you looking for?”
“Did you see…” Yang Haoran started, then paused, unsure what prompted him to hesitate, and ultimately didn’t continue.
After just one glance, he felt an intense desire to possess the girl in white, as if he didn’t even want others to know about her. He didn’t understand this psychology himself; it was like a forbidden obsession.
“See what?” Wei Ming asked, puzzled. “Your goddess Xiao Shaowan?”
“No… it’s nothing.” Yang Haoran shook his head, then left Wei Ming baffled with a statement before walking off first.
“From now on, Xiao Shaowan is no longer my goddess.”
“Hey… hey… wait for me, Haozhi.”
Wei Ming quickly caught up in a few strides, slung an arm over Yang Haoran’s shoulder, and they walked toward the classroom together.
Wei Ming had thick eyebrows, large eyes, sharply defined features as if carved by a knife, and a robust physique. He was one of Yang Haoran’s only close friends in class besides Zhou Shiwen. They shared similar interests, hit it off immediately upon meeting, and had become as close as brothers not long after school started.
Chatting as they walked, they soon arrived at Class 5, Senior Year 1, located on the east side of the third floor of the teaching building.
Yang Haoran went to his seat in the second-to-last row of the second group. This was his assigned seat. Generally speaking, sitting in this position pretty much indicated one’s academic ranking within the class.
It was gloriously known as the “Back Row Master” seat.
Wei Ming sat behind him at a single desk.
Yang Haoran glanced toward the first row of the adjacent third group. His sister Yang Mengyao was sitting upright at her desk, slightly turned as if quietly conversing with her deskmate, but the corner of her eye was gradually scanning in his direction.
His sister’s deskmate was named Wen Ting, a good-looking lolita who was quite short and had excellent grades.
As classmatesιη» arrived, Yang Haoran saw Xiao Shaowan, Han Lili, Du Sha, Zhao Jun, and others, but Zhou Shiwen was conspicuously absent. A flicker of confusion passed through his eyes, but he didn’t dwell on it, assuming he had overslept today.
The entire Class 5, Senior Year 1 had about 56 studentsβ26 boys and 30 girlsβa fairly balanced ratio.
In terms of looks, Yang Mengyao and Xiao Shaowan were in the top tier, both worthy of the title of school belle.
Besides these two, universally acknowledged in class as deserving the title, there were many other pretty female students. In terms of female student quality, Class 5, Senior Year 1 ranked first among the 12 freshman classes.
It could be said that nearly 70% of the most beautiful freshman girls were in this class. As a result, male students from other classes didn’t know how much they envied and resented the boys in Class 5.
Yang Haoran’s arrival was noticed by many, who began whispering among themselves.
“Yang Haoran is back at school. Did you see that, Shaowan?”
This was Du Sha, Xiao Shaowan’s deskmate, signaling to her.