Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

For high school seniors who are overwhelmed by exams and tests, nothing is more exciting than "no classes" and "sports meet". The once lifeless classroom is instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"I want to sign up! I want to sign up!"

"What kind of projects are there? Are there any where you can win prizes without even doing anything?"

"Anything can happen in a dream! I want to sign up for the 100-meter race!"

Shen Hao took the chalk and listed the project list on the blackboard:

"Everyone, please be proactive! To set an example, I'll go first!"

He quickly wrote his name after the names of the men's 100-meter and men's shot put events.

"I'll apply too."

From below the stage, Xu You raised her hand. Although her face was still red, her voice was firm.

"I'll sign up for... jump rope."

"Oh—! A perfect match between husband and wife!"

The cheers from below grew louder, and Shen Hao on stage grinned from ear to ear, happily writing Xu You's name in the "Women's One-Minute Rope Skipping" column.

The atmosphere was completely enlivened.

Some students signed up for the long jump, some for the relay, and even the few top students who usually don't like to exercise signed up for events for the honor of the class.

Soon, most of the items were filled.

Only a few "hard nuts to crack" remain that nobody wants to touch.

For example—[Men's 3000 meters].

This is a life-threatening event. After running one lap, you feel cool; after three laps, you feel tired; and after seven and a half laps, you feel like you've seen your great-grandmother.

Shen Hao held the chalk, staring at the blank space, somewhat perplexed:

"Um... are there any brave souls for the 3000 meters? There are so many boys in our class, it would be so embarrassing if no one signed up."

The audience fell silent. Everyone lowered their heads, pretending to be reading or looking for a pen.

The last row.

Xie Wang twirled his pen and glanced at Su Qinghe beside him.

"Teacher Su, I've been training you for so long over the summer vacation, wouldn't you like to see how it goes?"

Su Qinghe put down his pen, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the words "Women's 800 meters" on the blackboard, his eyes flickering slightly.

"You mean morning runs?"

"Yeah, you should be able to run 800 meters without a problem, right?" Xie Wang raised an eyebrow. "Dare you?"

Su Qinghe chuckled softly, his competitive spirit returning.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

She raised her hand, her clear and distinct voice piercing through the noisy classroom:

"Sports Commission, I'd like to register for the women's 800 meters."

The whole class was shocked.

"Holy crap? Su Shen reported 800 meters?"

"Aren't academic geniuses usually frail and weak? This guy is incredibly strong!"

Shen Hao was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and quickly wrote down Su Qinghe's name: "Alright! Su Shen is awesome!"

After finishing writing, Shen Hao looked at the [Men's 3000 meters] with a bitter face:

"So... is there really no one here? If not, I guess I'll have to draw lots..."

"I'll do it."

A lazy voice came from the corner.

Xie Wang slowly stood up, his hands in his school uniform pockets, his posture both casual and with a touch of youthful arrogance.

"My name is on the papers for the men's high jump and the 3000 meters."

The classroom was silent for a second, then erupted into even louder cheers and applause.

"Brother Wang is awesome!"

"A real man! 3000 meters! That's a wolf-killer!"

Song happened to be passing by the door and heard this, so he whistled:

"Hey, Xie Wang, going all out? Be careful you don't run into Grandma!"

Xie Wang ignored the teasing at the door, simply sat down again, and looked at Su Qinghe.

"rest assured."

Xie Wang leaned closer, his body carrying that pleasant scent of mint and sunshine:

"Those mornings of summer vacation weren't for nothing, besides..."

He looked at the two names on the blackboard:

"I can't just leave my girlfriend alone on the track, can I?"

Su Qinghe lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, and wrote a formula on the draft paper, concealing the smile in his eyes:

"Then let's see who gets the medal first."

It's a deal.

The leaves of the sycamore trees outside the window rustled in the wind.

The last self-study period.

As the sun began to set, the light in the classroom changed from a dazzling golden yellow to a gentle orange-red, and the countdown timer on the blackboard, displaying "278 days," looked particularly solemn in the sunset.

Everyone was getting restless.

Shen Hao had already picked up his and Xu You's schoolbags; Lin Lu was fixing her bangs in front of a small mirror in the drawer, muttering about what to have for dinner.

Only Xie Wang and Su Qinghe were still doing practice problems.

However, if you look closely, you'll find that Xie Wang drew a simple pig's head on his draft paper, with the words "Shen Hao" written next to it.

Su Qinghe turned around to pick up a book and happened to see this scene, and burst out laughing.

Xie Wang quickly covered the draft paper with his hand, raising an eyebrow at her:

"Teacher Su, it's not a good habit to snoop on other people's privacy."

"Well done," Su Qinghe said, suppressing a laugh, with a serious expression. "You've captured the essence."

"Ring ring—!!"

The school bell finally rang amidst everyone's anticipation.

"Let's go! We'll have to queue again if we're late!"

"Hey, remember to take a picture of that test paper Old Li left for me!"

"Don't forget to bring your sneakers tomorrow! Special training is starting!"

Shen Hao carefully tucked the registration form into the folder and shouted towards the last row:

"Brother Wang, God Su, shall we go together?"

Xie Wang stuffed the last book into his bag and waved lazily.

"You guys go first. Teacher Su said she wants to drink milk tea, so I'll go with her to buy it."

Shen Hao immediately made an exaggerated "I understand, stop abusing us" expression, then grabbed Xu You and ran off in a flash.

……

Heytea at the school gate.

Xie Wang let Su Qinghe sit in the rest area next to him while he went to queue up. He was tall and stood out among the group of students in school uniforms. Even when he was just looking down at his phone, his aloof and casual handsomeness still attracted the attention of the girls around him.

Ten minutes later.

Xie Wang returned with two cups of milk tea, inserted a straw into one of them, and handed it to Su Qinghe:

"Here you go, cheese matcha, 30% sugar."

Su Qinghe bit the straw, his ears slightly burning. He lowered his head and took a sip. The cool, sweet and sour taste instantly dispelled the heat from a day of studying.

The two of them sat quietly in front of the glass window of the milk tea shop.

Outside the window, the streets were bustling with traffic, bathed in a warm orange-red glow from the setting sun. Students in school uniforms strolled by in twos and threes, carrying grilled sausages or fried skewers, their faces beaming with the carefree joy typical of their age.

This scene was so beautiful, it felt like a frame from a movie.

"Look, look...aren't those Su Qinghe and Xie Wang from Class 1 of Senior Three?"

"Wow, these two looking so good together... Is this what love between academic superstars looks like?"

"I heard Xie Wang signed up for the 3000-meter race for Su Qinghe? Is that true?"

"Seriously! The sports committee member just said it in the group chat, he's got amazing boyfriend potential!"

A group of first-year high school girls passing by huddled together, peeking at each other and whispering excitedly, their eyes practically overflowing with envy.

Su Qinghe had good hearing, and the whispers drifted into her ears, making her shift her body uncomfortably.

"Looks like we're celebrities now." She smiled helplessly.

Xie Wang, however, was quite composed. He rested his chin on his hand, turned his head to look at her profile, which was edged with gold by the setting sun, and spoke in a languid tone:

"You'll get used to it. Who can blame us when our Teacher Su is so dazzling? I can't hide it even if I wanted to."