Chapter 32 An Unremarkable Special Admit

Chapter 32 An Unremarkable Special Admit

During the nap time, people were constantly going up and down in the dormitory building. Seeing Ning Song and Sheng Yan walking together, they would secretly take a look.

Sheng Yan said, "Your dormitory building is so shabby."

"Really haven't been here before?"

Sheng Yan said, "I wouldn't come this way unless I had to."

Feeling the disparity of the world.

With his thick white hair, Sheng Yan looked stunningly radiant, standing out even more against the dilapidated red brick building.

They went upstairs, and Ning Song opened the dormitory door. Sheng Yan followed him in.

Ning Song hung his backpack on the wardrobe, took off his jacket, then cracked open the window for some ventilation.

Sheng Yan glanced around his dormitory: "It's so small."

Ning Song said, "How big do you expect a single room to be?"

"Come visit our dormitory another day." As Sheng Yan spoke, he noticed the pot of flowers on the windowsill: "What kind of flower is that?"

"Jasmine," Ning Song said, looking at the pot of jasmine on the windowsill. "The buds have already formed."

The tiny buds had just emerged, showing a hint of white. Previously, he might have overwatered them, causing them to wilt. But with better ventilation and sunlight these days, they had revived.

"Do you like jasmine?" Sheng Yan asked, "Even your shampoo smells like jasmine."

Ning Song said, "The shampoo was bought by my mom. I think it smells nice, so when I saw jasmine for sale, I bought it. It’s cheap and easy to care for."

Sheng Yan leaned close to sniff the buds. His prominent nose brushed against the buds, and even after he stood up, the buds continued to sway slightly.

Ning Song's dormitory was not large or new, but it looked clean, mainly because there wasn't much stuff. There was an upper bed and a desk below, one chair, one wardrobe, one suitcase, and a clothes hanger. That was all. On the hanger, there were two pairs of white socks and a pair of white underwear.

This color matched Ning Song well, fitting his impression of him.

Slim and clean, exuding the scent of jasmine.

It was rare for boys to have such a fragrance. Most boys at their school used expensive colognes, which often carried a masculine scent, usually woody. They smelled good too, including himself.

Ning Song probably only had the faint scent of shampoo and shower gel.

Quite unique.

For some reason, Sheng Yan suddenly remembered Qin Yi giving Ning Song flowers.

Ning Song was quite popular among guys.

While everyone might think Qin Yi was acting crazy, Sheng Yan felt it wasn't entirely incomprehensible. Ning Song was novel to people like them.

He was an anomaly in this aristocratic boys' school.

He pulled a chair over, placed his hand on the table, found a comfortable position, and chatted with Ning Song for a while. The wind blew in from the window, making the jasmine on the windowsill sway like a shimmering green light. After lunch on a lazy spring afternoon, Sheng Yan felt very content. He turned to look at the jasmine half-illuminated by sunlight on the windowsill, feeling as if the light was dancing in his heart.

Sheng Yan didn’t stay long in Ning Song's dormitory. When they came out, Ning Song conveniently took the kettle to get hot water. Coincidentally, they ran into Fu Huisheng and Gao Hongxuan downstairs.

Seeing them, Fu Huisheng shyly greeted them.

He had his hair tied up in a bun, looking light and beautiful, with obvious kiss marks on his neck, several of them.

Gao Hongxuan still looked possessive as he watched them, more specifically, watching Sheng Yan.

Sheng Yan pretended not to notice and said to Ning Song indifferently, "Let's go."

He kept his hands in his pockets, looking cool, and even more radiant under the dazzling light.

Gao Hongxuan muttered, "Always trying to show off."

Fu Huisheng quickly tugged at his arm, and Gao Hongxuan asked, "Do you think he's that handsome?"

Is the jealous top back?

Ning Song pursed his lips as he filled the kettle, watching Fu Huisheng hurriedly pull Gao Hongxuan upstairs.

Sheng Yan walked along the skyway, recording his inspiration on his phone.

Earlier, lying on the chair and feeling the breeze, he saw the pot of jasmine on Ning Song's windowsill swaying gently in the wind. Suddenly, he got a bit of inspiration.

He jotted down the melody in his mind and, without realizing it, ended up at Building No. 1. Entering the lobby, he saw Pu Yu sitting on the sofa reading a book.

He was sitting in a corner, a bit far away, and hadn't seen Sheng Yan, so Sheng Yan didn't greet him and went straight to the elevator.

After Sheng Yan entered the elevator, Pu Yu stood up, checked his watch—it had been half an hour.

He picked up his backpack and entered the elevator, heading back to rest.

Ning Song returned to his dormitory, drank a glass of water, and climbed into bed, setting an alarm to take a nap.

He could eat and sleep well now.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard rhythmic banging sounds from above.

It was a continuous series of thuds, with no pause, accompanied by the sound of chair legs scraping across the floor.

Save me, he could even imagine what position they were in!

Please stop grabbing the chair!

He covered his head with a pillow, feeling agitated and a bit restless.

His body was really getting better now. Not only did he have normal physiological reactions every morning, but he also felt flustered by the sounds of impact that weren't suitable for children.

Unlike before, when his mind would be in turmoil but his body remained calm.

You have to admit, basketball athletes have nothing else but strength; each time it lasts so long.

Since he couldn't sleep, he grabbed his phone and picked a new game to play.

While playing the game, a private message suddenly popped up on his phone.

Seeing who sent it, he sat up in bed.

It was a private message from Qin Yi.

There wasn't a single word, just one picture.

The picture was of the bouquet of flowers in the trash can.

Qin Yi just wanted to send some flowers first to convey his feelings.

He had never pursued someone so gently before.

This was all because of the big shots around Ning Song.

He thought that with his status and personal charm, pursuing a poor student from the slums should be easy.

Just sending flowers could make him dizzy.

How could such an inexperienced poor student withstand the passionate pursuit of a rich second-generation?

But not long after he sent the flowers, Qin Yi received a message from Shen Lingsi.

Shen Lingsi asked, "So you're really going to do this?"

Qin Yi chuckled lightly.

He felt that Shen Lingsi might have been the student council president for too long and learned how to give orders. Now, every sentence he spoke to him carried a threat.

But what could he do to him?

As Shen Lingsi himself said, if they fought, who would gain any advantage? He bet that someone like Shen Lingsi, who knew how to choose, wouldn't really fight over an ordinary special admission student.

Just as he was about to reply sarcastically to Shen Lingsi, a friend told him, "Holy crap, Brother Qin, your flowers were thrown in the trash!"

Then he saw the picture of the roses in the trash can.

Those carefully selected roses were lying in the trash, their exposed parts slightly wilted under the sun.

Just as his face darkened, he heard his friend say, "I heard the flowers weren't thrown away by Ning Song, but by Pu Yu from his class. What's Pu Yu's intention? He's always been a loner and doesn't get involved in these things."

For some reason, Qin Yi's blood rushed straight to his head.

Instead, he felt excited.

Shen Lingsi, Li You, Pu Yu, or even Sheng Yan—these famous students from Upper East School's senior years—were somehow all connected to Ning Song, an ordinary special admission student.

This insignificant star, due to the light of the sun and moon shining upon it, suddenly became radiant.

He was truly interested in this bean sprout now.

Qin Yi scratched the scar on his forehead, leaned back on the red leather sofa, and laughed silently. Fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his collar slipped down, revealing a hint of scars on his shoulder. He felt a long-lost excitement. Recently, no matter what kind of entertainment or beautiful people, nothing seemed interesting to him. He always felt lifeless, but now he suddenly found a new toy, experiencing a long-lost thrill.

He thought about it and forwarded the picture to Ning Song.

Ning Song replied quickly, saying, "Brother Qin, why are you teasing me?"

Qin Yi's reply startled Ning Song.

"At first, I did want to tease you a bit."

"Now, I'm genuinely interested in you."

"If you don't like roses, it's fine; I'll change them next time. Just make sure they're kept well, so they won't be thrown away again."

The news that Qin Yi was interested in Ning Song spread widely because it was surprising. On Monday afternoon, during their sophomore year's PE class, Ning Song, wearing swimming trunks, felt the attention he hadn't experienced in a while.

Even a few students from neighboring classes came to their swimming pool.

Even their class monitor, who was usually either in the study room or working in the student council, asked him, "I heard that Senior Qin Yi sent you flowers?"

Ning Song said, "It must just be a prank; maybe he wants to mess with me."

In fact, not just Ning Song himself, but few people believed that Qin Yi was genuinely interested in him. Everyone thought it was more like a prank, a rich kid's twisted sense of fun, treating Ning Song as a new toy.

"You're too noticeable," Chen Mo said. "Maybe because you've been hanging out with Li You and others, he noticed you."

Looking at Ning Song, sensing his gaze, he turned to look at the swimming pool and said, "Qin Yi's pranks aren't something ordinary people can handle. Be careful."

Ning Song nodded, "Thank you, Monitor."

"About the male supporting role in the stage play, are you going to take it?" Chen Mo asked. "Actually, you really can do it; it won't harm you. Many people dare to criticize or bully you because you're too ordinary yet too noticeable. Now that everyone is paying attention to you, you might as well go for it."

Ning Song looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo said, "We special admissions students either hide in the shadows and keep a low profile, or we strive to stand out in the brightest places. If you're good enough, you don't need anyone backing you up; the school will protect you."

If someone else had said this, it might not have been convincing, but coming from Chen Mo, it felt surprisingly inspiring.

Who doesn't want to shine when they're in their teens?

He couldn't remain an anonymous bystander anymore.

Chen Mo was right; he couldn't rely on others' protection forever.

He needed to become strong himself.

It was as if a light bulb had gone off, showing him another path.

"Think about what I've said," Chen Mo said, his gaze distant as he looked towards the entrance.

Following his line of sight, Ning Song saw Shen Lingsi enter.

He heard a splash and turned around to see that Chen Mo had already swum far away.

Like a flying fish, he carved a path through the waves.

Turning back, he smiled at the approaching Shen Lingsi and said, "President."

In public, he still maintained formalities.

Shen Lingsi nodded. Usually a very gentle person, he now seemed somewhat serious as he asked, "Has Qin Yi contacted you again?"

Ning Song replied, "He sent me a few messages at noon."

Shen Lingsi said, "Don't respond to him."

Ning Song nodded, "I haven't responded since then."

Fortunately, Qin Yi hadn't sent any more messages.

The best outcome would be for Qin Yi to cool down on his own. He thought Qin Yi seemed a bit unstable, mentally.

Before Qin Yi did anything too outrageous, he didn't want to provoke him.

Shen Lingsi's gaze swept over Ning Song's body, feeling increasingly anxious.

Too noticeable, Ning Song was too noticeable.

There was Pu Yu on one side and Qin Yi on the other; he didn't know how many more there might be.

"Do you want to join the student council?" he asked Ning Song, "As the president's assistant, would you like to give it a try?"

Filled with enthusiasm after Chen Mo's words, Ning Song asked, "How do I apply?"

"You write a resume for me. It's not a crucial position, just a formality. This role is mainly decided by me. The previous assistant was your senior, but he's graduating and has too much on his plate." Shen Lingsi explained, "Joining the student council can help you make more friends within the organization. Being with me, I can take care of you a bit, and Qin Yi might also behave better."

Ning Song said, "Then I'll write one later."

He had to climb step by step!

Shen Lingsi finally showed a smile, saying, "Send it to my email when you're done. Go to class now, I'm leaving."

"Goodbye, President."

Shen Lingsi nodded.

After Shen Lingsi left, Ning Song swam two laps before Sheng Yan arrived.

Sheng Yan came to show support. He was always full of spirit, and since everyone said he was close to Ning Song, he wanted to make it clear how close they were.

Since he said he'd protect Ning Song, he meant it!

He had just finished soccer practice and was still wearing the shorts and jersey he wore the first time they met, except now with a white athletic tape wrapped tightly around his calf, making it look even more muscular.

At 185 cm tall, no matter how well-proportioned he looked, his thighs were noticeably strong and powerful when he wore shorts. Sweating profusely, he stood by the poolside, hair pushed back, lighting up the entire swimming hall.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, vibrant spring.

"Swimming well," Sheng Yan said with a smile.

When Pu Yu arrived, he saw Sheng Yan sitting by the pool, feet in the water, chatting with Ning Song.

He paused immediately.

"Ning Song," Pu Yu called out.

Pu Yu walked over, and Sheng Yan turned to greet him with a smile, "No training today?"

"Finished early."

Pu Yu had come after showering and changing into a black hoodie. His thick black hair contrasted sharply with Sheng Yan's bright demeanor.

Ning Song thought they truly looked like a pair of jade trees, the twin jewels of Upper East School.

Sheng Yan was bright and youthful, while Pu Yu was more reserved and delicate.

Standing by the pool, one standing, one sitting, Ning Song stood in the water, wearing only swim trunks, his upper body bare, goggles pushed up on his head, looking up at the two most influential young masters of Upper East School.

This scene was posted on the forum.

"Damn, such a great shot! The photographer really knows how to capture moments!"

"With both big shots there, it looks like they're showing support! This plot is so exciting!"

"It seems that President Shen went to see him too!"

"Three out of the five big shots have gone to see him, and another one is chasing after him!"

"Looking at it this way, Bean Sprout isn’t ugly at all! He’s not bony and scrawny anymore!"

The shimmering water reflected him, making the ribs on his chest almost invisible. The concavity of his belly was not as noticeable, and his shoulders didn’t seem as narrow. Previously, his shoulders were drawn in, giving off a pitiful and timid appearance, but now they seemed to have relaxed. Whether it was due to soaking in the water for a long time or something else, his skin was no longer dry and pale; it appeared much more moisturized.

Especially his lips, adorned with droplets of water, looked red and vibrant. When he smiled, his eyes seemed to sparkle with light.

He was no longer the malnourished, skinny Bean Sprout he once was; he was clearly a handsome young man!

"Author's Note"

Entering the stage of the Class Flower Evolution!