School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

"So... how much do you think you scored on the two subjects today?" Jiang Ling asked with a smiling eyes.

"Hard to say." Xiao Han laughed shyly.

"Hard to say?" Jiang Ling was slightly startled, then smiled, "Is it embarrassing to say, or do you want to keep it a secret?"

"Embarrassing to say." Xiao Han smiled faintly.

Actually, it was easy to estimate Xiao Han's scores. In the morning's Chinese language test, he likely didn't have any problems with the initial questions. The main issue was the essay. If the essay reached the passing mark, it could be at least fifty points. In the afternoon's math test, out of one hundred and fifty points, he could score at least one hundred forty-five.

For both subjects combined—three hundred points—subtract the predicted fifteen points. Xiao Han estimated he could score at least two hundred eighty-five points.

This score was already considered quite good and impressive in the college entrance exam. If Xiao Han mentioned it, probably no one would believe him. So, he simply chose not to say it.

However, Jiang Ling didn't think so.

She thought Xiao Han's embarrassment was because he had performed poorly, so he was embarrassed to say it.

Jiang Ling smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, even if today didn't go well, as long as you work hard tomorrow. You can still make the university cut-off score."

"Uh..." Xiao Han was taken aback, then laughed, "Right, you're absolutely right. I will definitely pass the university cut-off score."

At this time, quite a few people gradually came in, and Jiang Ling seemed to have lost interest in Xiao Han. She hurriedly found other students to inquire about their situation. Xiao Han was quickly left aside, sitting quietly, waiting for the exam's ending bell to ring.

Xiao Han never really understood why, once the test papers were completed, one must force oneself to sit at their desk. If there were questions you truly didn't know, no matter if you stayed put, you likely wouldn't be able to figure them out. If you could solve a problem, you would do it right away.

Continuously sitting at the seat was simply a form of torture for oneself, as well as a form of suffering.

Whether it was torment or suffering, it always drained one's energy and spirit. Rather than wasting energy like that, it'd be better to save one's strength, waiting for tomorrow's battle.

When the exam's ending bell rang, Xiao Han left the school with the crowd. As he was leaving, he sent a message to Li Dapang, telling him not to wait as he had something to do and had to leave first.

Xiao Han carried his backpack, walking along the road he had taken before, under the French plane trees along the school's perimeter wall, slowly moving forward. His eyes roved over the surrounding flowers and grass, the bustling past. It seemed like he saw a memory of the past; it seemed he saw memories long gone.

Xiao Han looked up at the clear blue sky, radiantly clear. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

In the sky, those floating clouds seemed like musical notes suspended in the air, playing a melody that was melodious and melancholic. It made one contemplative, nostalgic, sorrowful, and profoundly sad…

Mango.

That was a place of memories; that was a place of laughter and joy; it had sweet memories, it had familiar scenes…
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Mango.

This was a small bourgeois style dessert shop; this was a high-end dessert shop.

The light-colored background walls were paired with yellow English letters, a cartoon doll stood by, and approaching the doorway, echoes of Chen Zihan's bell-like laughter seemed to reverberate. That laughter seemed deeply imprinted in Xiao Han's heart.

Sometimes, people only realize what they have lost afterwards. Some people, some events, you thought were just a passing cloud in life, you thought you could forget each other from then on, but at the moment of parting, you realize that those memories had already rooted deeply in your heart, unable to be erased or removed.

Yes! Some people, when she is by your side, you take it for granted, you get used to her laughter, her cries, her everything. But, after she leaves, you find that she had long since left a deep imprint in your heart, irremovable, indelible, deep as the roots in the soil.

Xiao Han walked over and gently pushed open the glass door.

Inside, a few couples were lovingly together, he chose a seat by the window and ordered Chen Zihan's favorites, mango and puff pastry.

Xiao Han remembered, Chen Zihan's favorite was the puff pastry, she said, with one bite, what you eat is not just the pastry, but a mouthful of happiness.

Now, Xiao Han had lost his happiness, he... was here to search for the happiness he lost.

Mango, puff pastry. Originally two completely unrelated items, but because of Chen Zihan, these two items were linked together. Xiao Han looked at the puff pastries on the plate, the golden bread supposedly wrapped with thick cream, biting into one, the white cream would flow out from the corners of the mouth.

Looking at those smooth round puff pastries, his longing for Chen Zihan deepened profoundly.

"Zi Han, please stay well." Xiao Han whispered softly, as if he was talking to his beloved girl.

He gently bit into one. Indeed, upon biting, the sweet cream squeezed out from the corner of the mouth and lingered there. However, to his disappointment, it didn't taste of the so-called happiness, only a cloyingly sweet flavor.

In that moment, Xiao Han suddenly understood.

Maybe he understood, maybe he did not.

It turns out, the taste of happiness Chen Zihan mentioned wasn't because of the flavor of the puff pastry, but the time spent together as two people.

Xiao Han bit into the cream puff one bite at a time, the sweet flavor reminded him of the taste of ice cream from his childhood. It also reminded him of many, many other things. Xiao Han looked out the window, the glaring sunlight still shone on the earth, filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting small and large circles, or various irregular shapes on the ground.

It was incredibly exhilarating and refreshing.

Xiao Han had been sitting since a little after five o'clock until after seven.

The sunset in summer comes later. Even though it was already seven o'clock, the sun at the horizon still felt incredibly exhilarating and thrilling. The western sky seemed to have been scorched red by the fiery sun, the vast expanse of red clouds almost seemed to completely burn the world to ashes.

After leaving Mango, Xiao Han set off on the road home.

Back at home, Xiao Han felt much better.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the delicious aroma, the scent of his mother's specialty dishes, braised pork, and stir-fried eggs with chili. Upon entering the home, the oppressive mood in Xiao Han's heart was immediately swept away.

"Mom, I'm back," Xiao Han yelled.

"You're back?" Mother Xiao hurriedly poked her head out from the kitchen, smiling she asked, "How did you feel about the exam today?"

"Not bad!" Xiao Han nodded.

"That's good, that's good," Mother Xiao repeated 'that's good' twice, then instructed, "Go to your room and read for a while, dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay!" Xiao Han was always well-behaved at home, never a child to worry his mother.

Returning to his room, that feeling of loneliness instantly overwhelmed him. He pulled out his phone, no replies to his messages, and no response to his calls. It was as if it had sunk into an ancient well, absolutely still, without a ripple.

It didn't take long for Mother Xiao to come knocking on his door, "Xiao Han, dinner's ready."

"Coming!" Xiao Han quickly sprang up.

He rushed out, washed his hands, and then ate dinner, which was still so lavish. There were five dishes, all Xiao Han's favorites, including a steamed fish, which was exceptionally delicious. Xiao Han curiously asked, "Mom, how come the fish tastes so good?"

"Oh, Liu Dajun brought it over," Mother Xiao laughed and said, "Dajun had the afternoon off and went fishing in the wild, caught several fish, so he brought one over to us. This fish is wild, not farm-raised, so the flesh is tastier, and it tastes very good."

"No wonder!" Xiao Han nodded and said, "Why would Liu Dajun bring fish to our house?"

"You took Grandma Liu to the hospital last time and donated so much money," Mother Xiao smiled and said, "They came to express their thanks."

"Oh, I see," Xiao Han immediately realized.

The Liu family, although not on bad terms with his own, Liu Dajun had never really interacted with their family before. Perhaps it was because he helped the Liu family once that they brought the fish. It turned out, doing good deeds always paid back. The rewards did not vary in significance or value.

After dinner, Xiao Han decided to go out for a walk.

With his inner turmoil having nowhere to vent, the only option was to stroll around.

"Xiao Han?" Liu Xiaolei just happened to come out of her home, preparing to head to the Hanmen Restaurant for work.

"Xiao Lei, are you going to work?" Xiao Han curiously asked.

"Yeah!" Liu Xiaolei was already dressed in her work uniform, her tall figure accentuated by a black blazer, flawlessly beautiful and stunningly gorgeous, providing an exceptionally beautiful sight that captivated anyone who saw her. Liu Xiaolei looked at Xiao Han with a beaming smile, especially seeing Xiao Han's fervent gaze, she was even more elated, "Hehe, how do I look? Pretty?"

"Yeah, pretty!" Xiao Han immediately nodded.

Liu Xiaolei giggled, then said, "Do you want to... touch?"

"Uh..." Xiao Han startled, awkwardly asked, "Can I... can I?"

"Call me 'sister,' and I'll let you touch," Liu Xiaolei giggled.

"Ah..." Xiao Han was taken aback.

"What? Don't want to?" Liu Xiaolei looked at Xiao Han with smiling eyes.

"Sister, sister!" Xiao Han hastily nodded in agreement.

Liu Xiaolei grinned and leaned in, then said, "Come on, I'll let you touch."

Looking around left and right, Xiao Han curiously glanced around. The streetlights in Fuxing Community were mostly old and no one maintained them. Therefore, the road was fairly dark. If it weren't for the Hanmen Catering across the street, this place would probably be pitch black.

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