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Children are the bravest when they are young, daring to pursue what they want. So even though they knew they might be rejected, there were always little girls trying to approach him.

But Song Li'an always stood still, even when the little girls held his hand, he would quietly pull it back, rejecting all the girls before Jiang Yan.

The teacher on the side was worried that the new student wouldn't be able to integrate, so she planned to talk to him later and encourage him to join the new group.

But then, when Jiang Yan, the little darling of their class, walked over, Song Li'an, who had been rejecting everyone, held her hand and the two children ran off together.

The teacher on the side found it quite surprising.

When the children played a two-person catching ball game, she couldn't help but walk over and ask, "Did you guys pair up together?"

"No," Jiang Yan caught the ball and threw it hard down, wanting it to hit Song Li'an's hands.

"I want to be with the darling," Song Li'an hugged the ball Jiang Yan threw over and obediently answered.

The teacher felt a bit envious for some reason, that they had such a good relationship from a young age. She walked away quietly.

...

That's how they grew up, year after year. Attending the same elementary, middle, and high schools, often eating the same food, going back to the same hometown for the new year...

When they entered high school, they both chose the Second High School nearest to their home. But Second High School implemented a full-time closed management system, so Jiang Yan and Song Li'an both lived on campus.

And quite unluckily, there were fourteen classes in the first year of high school, and the two of them were assigned to Class 1 and Class 7 respectively, separated by half a hallway.

The two childhood friends who grew up together finally had some distance between them.

Song Li'an joined the student council, while Jiang Yan was elected as the vice class leader of her own class. The two of them both had their own responsibilities.

Although their schoolwork was heavy and the pressure was great, Jiang Yan was still very happy.

The class leader of Class 7 was an interesting little chubby guy named Zhang Ruotian, a real stickler for justice. Everyone wanted to know if the school would have a day off for Qingming Festival, but no one dared to ask. The class leader took it upon himself to find out.

So at noon, when Jiang Yan and her deskmate Lu Beibei were having lunch together, they saw their own class leader cheerfully greet the stern director.

"The director doesn't seem angry, does he?" Lu Beibei asked nervously.

Jiang Yan, biting her chopsticks, said, "I think he must have an excellent reason, otherwise he wouldn't be so brave."

Then they saw Zhang Ruotian touch his own head, looking silly and straightforwardly asking, "Director, are we having a day off for Qingming Festival?"

As the director looked at him, the class leader earnestly explained, "It's mainly because I haven't been able to go home and see my grandfather for a long time, he must miss me. We don't usually get to see each other, and since it's Qingming Festival, I need to go back and burn some paper offerings for him."

...Jiang Yan and Lu Beibei almost fell over laughing.

The director seemed to open his mouth, but finally only said vaguely, "This matter is uncertain, even the teachers can't say for sure."

There was another student in the class who was particularly good at chiming in, his name was Su Yixiao. When the teacher on the podium mentioned Xi'an and introduced, "Girls can go there, dress in Han clothing, and take some photos."

Su Yixiao looked utterly defiant as he tugged at his neighboring classmate, "What, looking down on the guys?"

The classmate looked at him in confusion, and Su Yixiao lightly slapped the desk, making a harsh vow, "We'll wear skirts too!"

Who knows where that urge to compete came from. It scared the male classmate, who quickly declined.

The school store had limited variety, so Song Li'an would use the student council's routine morning reading check as an opportunity to give Jiang Yan a backpack.

The backpack was usually filled with snacks she wanted to eat. Jiang Yan asked him where he got them, and he said he bought them from other students.

Jiang Yan muttered, "Don't buy them anymore, you'll end up spending my money when you run out."

Song Li'an's eyes shone as bright as ever, he stopped in front of Jiang Yan's desk for a moment, softly saying, "I have ten yuan left, just enough to buy two ice creams on the day we have off."

Jiang Yan cheered up.

It was only then that Song Li'an, clutching the grading book, left Class 7 and caught up with the main student council inspection team.