Chapter 1.2:
Strictly speaking, Xing Yu is not very beautiful. Her skin is white, small face with a pair of shiny eyes. Her pink cheeks revealed youthful vitality with a small nose. Her straight hair is always maintained at shoulder length.
Xing Yu’s mother died young. She had no other siblings. Only two of them, her father and her. Before she know Qing Hai, her life is very simple. She spent her days painting, doing puzzles and occasionally make desserts with her father. When Qing Hai entered her life, her childhood became colourful.
Qing Hai is very clever. To solve his boring life, bullying Xing Yu is one of his hobbies. However, Xing Yu never care about it, thus, able to maintain the friendship.
Both of them studied in the same cla.s.s for six years in the country. Then both parents decided to send the children for studies at British Academy. Both stay very near each other. They were studying in British Academy for 3 years.
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British Academy is a private secondary school which includes high school and central state. Each grade has seven cla.s.ses. Although the enrolment is small, the school is very well equipped. The campus is green with flowers everywhere. The school aims to train student to be independent with the ability to encourage diversified development, especially for the cultivation of special talents.
After entering the British Academy, Qing Hai excel both in academic and community. He remain the top in the school and was elected as the student president. He joined the basketball school team and also managed to win the inter-school tournament. With his outstanding performance, his reputation in the school was stable for the three years.
The only dissatisfaction for Qing Hai is his height. Over the years, Qing Hai tried all brands of milk but not a single one without any trouble. However, he make himself drink a litter of milk daily. And in addition to that, play more basketball. This is not for the school honour but with the hope that he could grow taller.
If each shot he is able to grew one centimetre, how nice, sighed Qing Hai. At the beginning of each semester and at the end of each semester, during the health examination, Qing Hai will go through both fear and looking forward feeling. He looking forward to the examination and yet afraid of being disappointed. Soon, he would be heading to high school. Xing Yu is already 160 centimetres and yet he is still stuck in…..
“Seven. One hundred and forty-five centimetres.”
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One hundred and forty-five? What a dismal number! He is already in junior high 3. Taking the bus also have to pay the additional 8 yuan!
Qing Hai is in a bad mood as he left the Health Room. He sat alone in his seat feeling depressed. There were four cla.s.ses in the afternoon. In additional to taking down notes from the blackboard, after cla.s.s, he was staring at the textbooks. Using the exam tomorrow as a temporary diversion.
As Qing Hai childhood friend, Xing Yu is very clear about his troubles but is helpless. However, every time there is the health check, on the same day after school, Qing Hai only spent an hour on the school basketball court before heading home. And she always accompany him. This time, the waiting was long enough for her to finish homework, eat snacks and also take the time to appreciate Qing Hai’s basketball skills.
Qing Hai in his Year 2, because of the pressure to beat the students, join the basketball team. And soon he became the centre of British Academy well-known invincible defender. With his fast and accurate pa.s.s, he help the school to dominate the inter-school compet.i.tion for two consecutive years.
In Xing Yu’s heart, he is the best basketball player she ever seen. From the start of him practicing and then playing on behalf of the school, she had always been his most loyal audience. She felt deeply that if not because of his height problems, with his handsome look, he would be able to take away the Campus Prince throne and become the heartthrob of all the female students.
At the moment, Xing Yu is sitting about one meter away at the side from where they were practicing. She had just finished her English homework. She raised her head just to see Qing Hai pa.s.sing the ball to captain Wu Heng. Due to the excellent spot, Wu Heng leap up and cast a perfect arc….
The basketball leap into the net smoothly. There were loud female fans screaming in high-decibel.
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The whistle sounded. The team coach announced the end of the practice activities.
Qing Hai took a towel out of his bag to wipe the face. Then he turned around and said something to the coach before leaving the court towards Xing Yu’s direction.
“Coach has agreed to let me practice for another hour. Do you want to go back first?”
Xing Yu shook her head and then calmly pulled out a croissant and a can of orange juice from her lunch bag.
“I have prepared and dad knows that I am with you.”
“You have prepared?” Qing Hai squint his eyes.
“Because today is health check day! Well….” Xing Yu quickly covered her mouth but it was too late.
Qing Hai extended his hand and pinched her cheeks.
“You are not optimistic about me growing taller, ah?” His eyes exposed coldness, enough to freeze the gra.s.s and trees within ten meters frozen into Antarctic ice.
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“Oh… no…. no …. No way!”
“According to the measurement results, I only grew 0.5m. In fact, I doubt the accuracy of the machine.”
“Yes! Many people say that it is not accurate…..”
“I do not need to worry. It is after all a machine. I would not be surprised that one day, it will measure my one hundred and eighty centimetres into a hundred and six.”
“That’s it….”
“So I have extend the practice today has nothing to do with my height.”
“This is the truth!”
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Re-doing a lot of psychological construction, Qing Hai is also feeling the fatigue from pinching Xing Yu’s cheeks.
Blinking her innocent pair of eyes, Xing Yu pitifully rub her red cheeks with both her hands.
“Everyone has left. Let’s go in!” Qing Hai got up without a trace of guilt and then run away carrying Xing Yu’s bag.
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Xing Yu stood up and run to keep up to Qing Hai’s pace while secretly making a face behind his back.
Alas, from young until now, she can only rely on this trick as a small retaliation against him. Really!