Chapter Seventy-two Skirt Fluttering

  The fifth update is sent, huh, bursting in and out, it's still letting the cold big burst, anyway, I've already burst past him, it's a bit comforting, huh…… Oh, right, I'll say it once, tomorrow this book will be on shelves on May 1st, hoping everyone will save their monthly tickets for tomorrow, tomorrow also wants to rush into the new book monthly ticket chart again, still haven't rushed in before... sad.

  On Saturday afternoon, Liu Yifei walked towards the garage with a backpack, his footsteps were light and his mood was comfortable. This week was the most enjoyable week for Liu Yifei after his rebirth, he had accomplished two things in a row, now he really wanted to go back and see his parents' happy smile.

  Tong Xinfeng followed behind him, the two were originally on the same road, but Liu Yifei had been going straight to the mall after school for the past two weeks, so they hadn't walked together. Today, Liu Yifei said he was going straight home, so Tong Xinfeng followed him.

  The bicycle shed was in a flurry, everyone was pushing their bikes out, Liu Yifei caught sight of Wang Ke at a glance, and suddenly remembered that Wang Ke had to return his clothes today. If Tong Xinfeng saw it, he would definitely spread the word again. Just thinking about how to find an excuse to get rid of Tong Xinfeng, Tong Xinfeng had already pushed out his bike and smiled, "Yifei, I'm going to play games, I'll be back home late." His eyes made a sly glance at Wang Ke's direction, with a mischievous smile on his face.

  Liu Yifei was speechless and amused, guessing that his first 17-year-old self would be about the same as Tong Xinfeng's current state. He waved at him and pushed his bike out of the school gate, while Wang Ke had already ridden her bike ahead.

  There were many classmates on the main road, and Liu Yifei was also following closely behind Wang Ke to talk to her. When they turned onto that small road, there were almost no people left, and Wang Ke obviously slowed down intentionally, missing the opportunity to walk with others, and soon she was alone.

  "Hey!" Liu Yifei caught up with Wang Ke and greeted him.

  "Hi!" Wang Ke turned around and also greeted Liu Yifei, her face red and embarrassed.

  When Liu Yifei was with He Yuanyuan, he could occasionally make two jokes, but when walking with Wang Ke, Liu Yifei felt that making a joke with her would hurt her. This little girl gave people the feeling of being a fragile vase, and it was really unbearable to put any excessive behavior on her. Seeing her hanging her head, Liu Yifei smiled and said, "What book have you been reading lately?"

  "I... I haven't finished reading Camellia Girl yet. Normally, I can only read it for a short while when I get back to my dorm room, not in class."

  "A good book is meant to be savored slowly, but if you gobble it down hastily, there's no flavor left."

  "Yes, every day after I finish reading, I lie on the bed and savor it carefully, it's really well-written." As soon as he said that, Wang Ke suddenly became much more natural.

  "Hmm... you like reading so much, have you ever thought of writing yourself?" Liu Yifei asked casually. In this era, writing may not make money, but in the 21st century, there are still a group of people who have made a lot of money from writing. Now, no matter what is said, Liu Yifei always naturally thinks about making money.

  "Write? I'm not at that level yet, I'm just a high school student."

  "Writing this kind of thing sometimes indeed requires experience, but more often it relies on inspiration and innate talent. Some people may have good writing skills, but even if they live to be a hundred years old, they still can't write a good book. But others, who are only in their teens and don't have much life experience, can also produce works that are highly spiritual and marketable."

  "This... I'm no good at writing." Wang Ke seemed to lack confidence, but the gaze in her eyes had already betrayed her true thoughts.

  "Hmm... whether you write well or not, what's the difference? You can just treat writing as a hobby and write whatever comes to mind. The best things are often written when one is inspired. If you deliberately use flowery language to embellish your writing, it might end up being an essay instead. I actually have quite some faith in you."

  Wang Ke made Liu Yifei's face flush with embarrassment, and she said in a low voice: "Then why don't you write?"

  "I... " Liu Yifei chuckled and said: "I like to read, but I don't like writing. Moreover, my grades are very poor now, so I need to seize every opportunity to catch up on my studies. Otherwise, by the time I'm in third year of high school, I'll fall even further behind."

  "Oh, right, how was your exam... didn't you perform poorly?" Wang Ke said it very subtly, as if afraid of hurting Liu Yifei's self-esteem.

  Liu Yifei didn't think much of his results this time, but Wang Ke's words still made him feel good. He smiled slightly and said: "It's not that I'm not trying, it's just that I was obsessed with too many things recently, so my grades dropped a lot. But the grades I got are still my real grades. However, I believe that by the end of the semester exams, I will definitely make some progress, and before the college entrance exams, I will definitely catch up."

  In Wang Ke's class, there were also some students who didn't do well. Those people had basically given up on studying already. Even if some of them still worked hard, they didn't have any confidence at all. But someone like Liu Yi Fei, who was full of confidence, was truly a first for her to see. Mainly because when Liu Yi Fei said these things, it made her feel that he wasn't bragging at all, and unconsciously she felt that Liu Yi Fei would definitely be able to do it.

  "I'm not afraid of English and Chinese, but math and geometry are my biggest headaches, I can only take it slow."

  "Th...then can I help you with something?" Wang Ke asked cautiously, her face growing even redder.

  "Ah... thank you, but we're not in the same class, and it's also inconvenient for me to find you to ask questions."

  "This... This is a problem that can't be solved. If they were in the same class, Liu Yifei could ask her questions and she could explain, but if they're not in the same class and have to study together, it's easy for people to gossip. Wang Ke has been teased by her good friends these past few days, making her very embarrassed. Fortunately, her friends haven't mentioned this in front of others, or else she would be even more humiliated."

  Two people rode their bikes at a very slow pace, chatting about learning and literature along the way. They were having so much fun that before they knew it, they had already ridden out of this small path.

  They stopped at the fork in front, and Wang Ke took out Liu Yifei's clothes from his backpack, saying: "Sorry, I was afraid others would see... so... so I pressed it into my backpack, and now it's all wrinkled." As he spoke, his face turned bright red, and he looked down, too embarrassed to look at Liu Yifei.

  Liu Yifei smiled slightly and said, "Nothing, just don't let people start any rumors, lest you suffer." He reached out to take his clothes, but the tip of his finger happened to touch Wang Ke's delicate hand.

  Wang Ke's hand involuntarily retracted, and he timidly didn't dare to look up at Liu Yifei. He then said "thank you" and quickly turned around to ride away on his bike.

  Watching Wang Ke's skirt fluttering, Liu Yifei's mouth corner revealed a brilliant smile. If he could walk to and from school with Wang Ke every day, it would also be a beautiful thing in the world.