Chapter 001 - Jiang Tian

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BEST DESKMATE OF THE BATCH

「The chirping of cicadas that year was louder than any other, the tree branches outside the classroom grew as madly as they could; but no matter what, they could not block the scorching sun.」

The inter-class breaks were always full of noise in the top floor of Mingli Block in Fuzhong. The study rep of Year 2 Class A drifted from the corridor into the classroom, hollering, “Reporting—our class is getting a new student!”
“The little eunuch from the Respectability room is here to mess with us again,” somebody mocked.
(t/n: Respectability room: It’s the imperial household department in the Ming Dynasty within the Forbidden City, it was where the eunuchs and palace maids were managed. Essentially, this referred to the teachers as ‘emperors’/ ‘empresses’ to be served, and the poor study rep as a d*ckless eunuch in retrospect)“You’re the one who’s a little eunuch, I’m serious.”
“It’s not even midterm or end of term, what is even going to come in?”
“It’s a transfer student.”

With this said, the ones who were actually awake in the classroom became more alive. “Boy or girl? For sure?”
“Absolutely sure! I just saw him, he’s a guy, quite tidy looking and dashing.” The study rep mulled a little, and added, “Who knows which teacher decided to be a bastard and grabbed the school prince of another campus.”
A chorus of jeering and squawking resounded within the classroom, a few girls stole a quick glance at the corner of the last row amidst the chaos. There was a guy resting his head on his table, catching up on his sleep; a hand covered the back of his head, his long digits slightly curved, and his wrist bone jutting out.
The surroundings were really too noisy, he ran his fingers through his short hair, and leaned his head towards a different direction.

The girls retracted their gaze, and their voices instantly became much softer. “Where did he transfer from?”
The study rep sounded out a name.
“What’s that? There’s a school like this nearby?”
“I’ve never heard of its name too, but it has to be a key province school, otherwise there’s no way he could transfer into our class.”
“Wait, let me check.” The boy speaking dug out his phone from the bottom of his table as if he was a thief. “There’s no teacher around right? Help me keep a lookout.”

He speedily searched on his phone, and after he was done he was dumbfounded. “Fuck?”
“What is it?”
The boy holding the phone displayed the results for a single round, and the remaining people also went dumb.
Only a long while later then did someone finally come back to their senses. “He’s not from this province? Someone not from this province finished year one and transferred into Jiangsu? Did that handsome guy’s head get stuck between the doors?”

Sheng Wang, whose head was allegedly stuck between the doors, was waiting for orders at the student affairs office.
The cicadas released its long cries in the heavy shade, he only managed to get a clear listen from the new voice messages sent from his dad after distancing from the windows and stuffing in his earpiece. Three messages in a row, each message a minute long, the usual style of Sheng Mingyang.

“Your Uncle Xiao-Chen just called me and told me you went upstairs by yourself. Why didn’t you wait for him? New place new classmates, it’s better for someone to guide you—”
“How’s the atmosphere of the school, is there much of a difference from First High? Even though both are key schools of the province, but after all it’s not just a province—”

“Have you seen Old Xu yet—”

The air condition in the student affairs office was a little old, and could only manage local air conditioning, suitable for the middle age and old. Sheng Wang stood at the front of the air outlet, the tip of his hair, slightly dampened by sweat, was blown to the point of being ice cold. His fingers tapped his screen, and cut the voice message off only after listening to the first few bits, rolling his eyes once every message. By the time he rolled his eyes for the third time he was already a little lost.

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