Young Husband & Wife (1)

The high school days passed quickly but also slowly.

Every time the students had to face a mountain of test papers, it felt like life was worse than death and the days were like years. But then one would look back and realize that time was like lightning, and the semester had passed just like that in the blink of an eye.

During their first year, the school organized a spring trip, but as sophomores, this long-standing tradition went down the drain without a word. Students hinted at the idea several times, but nothing happened and time passed rapidly through the spring.

At the beginning of June, the iconic acacia tree on campus bloomed and it was time for this year’s senior students to graduate.

The seniors had a day off a few days before the college entrance exams, leaving plenty of time to recuperate and rest their tired brains.

Some students got used to the school atmosphere and stayed behind while others went home, leaving half of the dormitories belonging to the seniors empty.

In the nighttime self-study classrooms, the sophomore atmosphere had become a little more intense as the new atmosphere drove them to study and the usual exchange of conversations and giggles was nowhere to be seen. These days, the entire classroom was filled with the sound of rustling papers.

Huang Ya finished an English paper with a grunt, turned his head toward Ruan Qingmu’s seat, and sighed.

He wanted to ask Ruan-ge for a multiple choice answer, but he forgot that Ruan-ge was no longer willing to be here.

Bai Jing turned his head. “Looking for Ruan-ge? He has gone to the advanced class.”

The nighttime self-study was permitted outside the administrative classes and the small shifting classes nighttime self-study were specially reserved. The teachers of the competition and pilot classes frequently dragged their students to these study sessions for extra practice. Over time, many students with good grades got used to going there.

Ruan Qingmu’s three secondary subjects had all reached the advanced level this semester and had fully moved up to the advanced class.

Huang Ya was suddenly slightly stunned.

When school started last September, Ruan-ge had still been lazily sleeping in the back row, leaning on crutches and fighting with Liu Jun and the others. Since when had he slowly changed?

Looking back, Ruan-ge’s lazy sleeping posture turned into gnawing on his pencil and working on questions. Then later, it seemed like he got faster at completing his test questions. When he was called out in class by the teacher, his answers were short and sparse, but… they were really all correct.

Moreover, Ruan-ge had already been at the top of this class several times in a row in English and Chinese in the monthly mock exams.

Oh right. When sophomore year started, Ruan-ge even fought with Boss Qin in the corridor and he seemed to have accidentally torn Boss Qin’s clothes.

But now, as Ruan-ge and Boss Qin stood together, no one thought of them as the underachiever and the top student.

“Look! There’s someone at the acacia tree. There are several of them. Hahaha!” By the window, someone suddenly called out, sounding excited.

Instantly, many people leaned over to the window and looked over there curiously. Sure enough, several figures in the shadows of the night ran under the acacia tree in a flurry, tinkered for a while, and then dashed off again.

“I know who they are.” A boy showed off proudly, “They are from dorm 602 of the senior year liberal arts Class 2.”

“Ohh, amazing!” The group of students clicked their tongues.

The acacia tree in Experimental No. 3 was known as the lover’s tree. Every year in June, when the acacia tree blossomed, it was the graduation season for seniors. Since who knew when, students had been writing letters of confession to the boys and girls they liked and hanging them on the tree, each holding a beautiful meaning.

Some were anonymous and some were signed.

Some just wrote down their crush without specifying who it was while others were brave enough to write something like, “XXX, I want to say I love you even though you will never know who I am.”

Some would hang it up in a plastic wrapper while others would just write a note and stick it to a tree. The letter would have to weather the outdoors and would fall apart and be lost after rain without a trace.

The school was quite open-minded and turned a blind eye at this time of year, often focusing on cleaning it up again after the summer holidays and at the start of the school year to give the senior kids a chance to express their naive feelings.

“Hehe. I heard some people would come at night to hang their notes there.” A few girls leaned out of the window and chatted in whispers.

“I understand. It’s embarrassing to be accidentally seen by people during the day.”

“Will you guys write a note next year?”

“I will. Why wouldn’t I write it?” Niu Xiaoqing clutched a bottle of Coke in her hand. “Lao-Niang will not only write but also use a real name.”

“Hehe. I know who you like, first rank in the school grass, also the newly-appointed student council president.”

“Shut up! Shut up!” Niu Xiaoqing’s face turned bright red.

The previous student council president of the senior year had graduated and it was customary for the next vice president to take over. Qin Yuan from Honor Class 1 officially took over the position a few days ago.