Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Chapter 155: Deskmate Incident

Before class started this morning, the new homeroom teacher announced a seat swap, moving him and her together. It looked like there was no getting around it.

She had just noticed his name was Hara Takeki. What a simple, ancient name. They hadn't spoken much that first day. The teacher must have been quite pleased; he'd always worried that their classmates' chatter and playfulness would interfere with their studies.

That night, Ranmo went to the movies alone. It was a suspense film starring Lin Fangbing. It had a slightly horror feel. When the male lead appeared, she was stunned.

Oh my God, he looks so much like her deskmate, and they have exactly the same temperament, serious, a little neurotic, and a little handsome.

After the movie, her mind was still swirling with the images of the two of them. She couldn't help but laugh when she thought about seeing a live one tomorrow.

That's the good thing about sitting at the same table. Even the most withdrawn person will gradually strike up a conversation and become familiar with the other person. Soon, the two of them were speaking to each other.

Now it didn't matter. Once the conversation started, it flowed like a stream. They exchanged glances all day long, chatting with such enthusiasm. They knew nothing about each other's background or past, but instead had endless topics to talk about and a sense of novelty.

Ranmo was very excited. This was an unexpected gift and the best gift he had ever received since he started high school. He wasn't particularly handsome, and some classmates even said he looked like Sun Wukong.

But communicating with him was unlike any other classmate I'd ever met. There was an indescribable sense of comfort and joy. She was good at Chinese and foreign languages, while he was strong in physics and chemistry. The two of them were perfect for helping each other learn.

She looked forward to going to school every day and dressed more and more beautifully, mainly for him to see.

Unfortunately, their good times didn't last long. They only sat at the same table for a few months before they were separated.

I don't know if the teacher noticed her and him joking around and was worried it would affect their studies, but they were ruthlessly moved to different seats. She was replaced by a rather quiet girl, and he was replaced by Ma Ping.

Her heart sank. It didn't matter who else was in the picture, why her? She knew Ma Ping all too well. Outwardly calm and composed, she was sullen and cunning. She was a top figure, just like that sleazy Luo Jun from earlier.

When Ma Ping and An Nan were arguing in elementary school, the teacher asked them to stand in front of the classroom and explain why they were arguing.

She made up some excuse that Anan was so angry that he pointed at her and retorted, "How dare you be so stubborn!" The classmates below listened and laughed secretly.

Now, is it still okay for them to sit at the same table? It's over, her good friend is being taken away.

Sure enough, after they sat together, they were seen playing and flirting all day long. Sometimes they would cover their faces with books and whisper shamelessly.

Ma Ping would occasionally turn around, put her hands on her cheeks, shake her head and act like a flower fairy, mumbling strange incantations. She was such a slut.

The man was so aroused that he was completely delighted. Ran Mo was watching their every move. His soul was completely hooked.

Ran Mo is not good at socializing and is a bit arrogant. We could talk more because we were deskmates, but once we were no longer deskmates, we would hardly talk when we met in the classroom.

After class, she deliberately ignored him, and he walked away, feeling bored. They gradually drifted apart. Watching them joking and playing around, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She was like a resentful woman who had been abandoned, and she returned to her old lonely life. There was no hope for her and him.

She hated him so much. If they couldn't be friends for a long time, why did he come to her in the first place? When she was happy and thought she had made a true friend, she fell into the abyss in the blink of an eye. Why was he so cruel to her? He couldn't play it like that.

She couldn't stand their coy behavior. Finally, one day, their ambiguous behavior was seen by the teacher, who rudely switched their seats.

Seeing Ma Ping's extremely reluctant expression, she secretly cheered in her heart. You have come to this day? This is really satisfying.

After that, Yuan Wuji sat at the table in front of her and the table behind her for a while. Occasionally, they would joke around, but the warmth and tacit understanding they had when they first sat at the same table were gone.

Her enthusiasm fades quickly, and she no longer cherishes or recollects the past.

Their quiet yet playful friendship didn't last long. At the end of their first year of high school, they faced the choice of arts or science. He was good at math, physics, and chemistry, so he chose science without a doubt. Ranmo was more balanced, with good grades in all subjects.

Although both the arts and science teachers tried to persuade her, she decided to apply for the arts program after careful consideration. This would eliminate her weak physics and chemistry, and would definitely improve her overall level.

Sure enough, she performed exceptionally well in the liberal arts subjects she excelled in, and her academic performance took a big step forward, topping every exam.

Once, she miscalculated her midterm exam dates and missed two subjects. Even so, she still ranked second in the class. This became a popular story, and it's quite interesting to recall.

At this point, a new worry emerged. She felt increasingly suffocated, both physically and mentally, and especially emotionally, with no outlet for solace or release. While outwardly cheerful, her inner distress was known only to herself.

Ever since her good friends like Hara Takeki and Shinka were separated into different classes, she has been subconsciously waiting for a new person to fill the gap and save her from loneliness.

As luck would have it, a transfer student from the capital city landed in their class, breaking the deadlock. Crucially, the teacher thoughtfully arranged for them to sit at the same table. She was so happy she nearly fainted.

Her deskmate was handsome, with a stylish face and a slightly sloppy hairstyle, resembling a boy from a cartoon. He was quite humorous and loved to tease her and tell jokes, and she wittily responded to his comments.

They talked about everything, and their bond grew stronger day by day. Kids from big cities are just different. She felt a natural admiration and affinity for them, just as she did for the city itself.

He was the deskmate she'd gotten along best with since Hara Takeki. He made her feel happier and more comfortable than ever before. She was prone to acting out, and he indulged her.

He once gave her a riddle about something growing longer and thicker, and she immediately became angry when she heard it.

My classmates always loved to tell obscure jokes. Some girls were also quite fond of them, and they loved to say things like "I'll kill you!"

How could such a pure person like her endure this? He hadn't expected her to be angry. He quickly told her the answer was fried dough sticks. Only then did her anger turn to joy. He also breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two of them were playing around in their seats, he would twist her upper body tightly and not let go until she called him brother. In fact, she was really happy about it.

When he had almost finished twisting, she pretended to be unable to bear it, buried her head in his arms and called him "good brother." He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and let go. He probably didn't expect her to call him so affectionately.

She and he had a good relationship and communicated a lot, but it was limited to the classroom or even at their seats. Once the get out of class was over or after school, they rarely touched or talked.

After all, it was still a very conservative time. The teachers were strict, and they tried their best not to be noticed when talking in class. They quietly enjoyed their sweet little world.

Little did we know that the beautiful love vine could also become the fuse. Some things cannot be stopped if they are destined to happen.