Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  In that era, schools were extremely strict with their students.

  The so-called school belle, class belle, and faculty belle were incomparable to the current school belle.

  Both junior high and senior high schools were strict about makeup and hair dye. They were so strict that not even a strand of fringe was to cover our eye.

  A boy’s short hair was not to cover his ears and eyebrows. It would be best if he had a buzz cut that was the same length throughout.

  As for girls…


  Long hair was to be tied up in a ponytail and not to be let out. It would be best if her face were clean and refreshing, without one extra strand of hair between her eyebrows.

  Therefore, at that time, the girls known as the school belle were all natural……

  When I was in middle school, I wasn’t unrivaled in beauty, but my eyes were clear and bright. I had an exquisite oval face, red lips, and white teeth. My pretty face had indeed caused me a lot of trouble.

  For example, just sitting there watching people play basketball, I’d suddenly have this huge basketball fly towards me and hit me on the forehead. And I would have no idea who I had provoked to deserve this.

  At that time, I couldn’t see the intention behind these “accidents”, much less figure out that the ball had come flying from a calculated aim.

  I was secretly glad that the angle at which the basketball hit me was a merciful one and missed my nose.

  Otherwise, my nose bridge would have been broken.

  But even so, when it hit my forehead, it was so painful that I almost cried.

  At that time, a handsome young man walked towards me. I held my forehead and looked up at him, only to see this ‘culprit’ with his hands on his waist and an evil smile on his face.

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t do that on purpose.”


  He rattled an insincere apology and his eyes were filled with malice.

  *****

  My first meeting with Su Qi was an accident.

  At that time, girls did not have so many strange nicknames for the school hunk they admired.

  “Pretty boy”, “Everyone’s Sweetheart”, “Unbeatable beauty”, there were none of these.

  There was only one complimentary term that girls gave boys, and that was “school hunk”.

  Aside from the self-proclaimed school hunks, there were only two people publicly recognized to be so—Yin Dongyu and Su Qi.

  He had a very clean cut face that was flawless. His fair skin contributed many brownie points to his good looks and sunny disposition.

  Too bad, I was not one of those love-struck girls. Otherwise, I would have fallen victim to this handsome boy’s every frown and smile.

  Seeing that his apology wasn’t sincere, I stood up in anger and picked up my bag to leave.

  He immediately grabbed my hand from behind, his expression awkward.

  “You’re hurt. Let me show you to the infirmary.”


  “No, I’m fine!”


  “I mean it.”


  He walked around and stood in front of me, glanced at my forehead, and frowned.

  “You’ve got an abrasion. If it’s not treated in time, it might leave a scar!”


  When I heard this, I was really shocked. Ignoring what his intentions might be, I replied awkwardly, “It won’t take long to treat the wound, right? I’m waiting for somebody!”


  He saw that I was giving in and smiled, flashing his white teeth.

  “It won’t take long.”


  He turned around and returned the basketball amid a flurry of whistles. He then left a few words before leading me to the infirmary.

  In the infirmary, I sat down on the bed, feeling a little uneasy. The health instructor wasn’t around so he searched for the first aid kit, found it and came over to clean my wound.

  Only then did I have a proper opportunity to size him up.