Chapter 12: The Class Uniform Must Be a JK Uniform!

She cast a cold glance at Hu Caiwei, ignored her entirely, and walked straight to her seat, placing her backpack down and stuffing it into the desk compartment.

Hu Caiwei, feeling slighted, refrained from further provocation, cursing silently, Freak, always with that icy face—who is she trying to impress?

In truth, Hu Caiwei dared not provoke Bai Qingxia.

Among the girls, a rumor circulated about Bai Qingxia. It was said that before the classes were divided, back in their first year of high school, Bai Qingxia had drawn envy from her classmates for her beauty and her aloof demeanor. A few girls blocked her after school, deliberately wielding scissors to cut her hair.

They never expected Bai Qingxia would prove herself madder than anyone else. She snatched the scissors away and, before their eyes, cut her own long hair down to her ears, then hurled the thick, black locks at them.

“Are you satisfied now?!”

Bai Qingxia’s expression was fierce as she demanded an answer. The girls, terrified by her brandishing the scissors, stood frozen, unable to move.

Bai Qingxia tossed the scissors to the ground and strode away with nonchalance.

Had that been all, the story would not have spread so widely. There was more.

Afterwards, deeming Bai Qingxia too difficult to handle, the girls called upon upperclassmen from the second year to discipline her. But when the group of intimidating boys blocked the corridor, upon seeing Bai Qingxia’s face, every one of them was struck dumb.

In that moment, they forgot their purpose entirely.

Bai Qingxia, clutching her textbooks, walked forward with her frosty demeanor, and the boys retreated shyly, none daring to make the first move.

Even with her hair hacked short, Bai Qingxia stunned this group of virgins.

From then on, her name spread throughout the school, earning her the title of “the Cold-faced School Beauty.”

Girls avoided her, and boys wouldn’t dare approach.

Yet Bai Qingxia remained aloof and low-key. Her reputation lingered, but she always walked the edges of campus, immersed in her studies, affecting no one and unaffected by anyone, gradually fading from everyone’s view.

Henceforth, when people recalled her, it was her academic rank—first in the grade—that came to mind, not her looks.

Lu Yuanqiu had never heard any of this. He’d been in the same class as Hu Caiwei since their first year, and all his attention was on her through to their third year.

Even now, Lu Yuanqiu could never have imagined that the seemingly weak and easily bullied Bai Qingxia before him once had such a steely side.

Twenty minutes later, the students of Class 28 gradually filled the room.

Lu Yuanqiu, who had run home for a nap, appeared at the classroom door.

Bai Qingxia glanced his way, then withdrew her gaze.

“Lu Yuanqiu!” Zhong Jincheng, the class’s academic monitor, stomped on the bench and called out with a laugh, “Turn around and look at the blackboard, check out your name!”

Lu Yuanqiu turned, pointed at his name listed under the day’s duties, and raised an eyebrow in confusion, “What’s the matter, you like your dad’s name?”

Zhong Jincheng was stunned, his glasses sliding down his nose. He walked over, muttering to himself, “That’s odd, who changed it?! It used to say ‘Lu the Turtle’!”

Lu Yuanqiu, hearing this, locked Zhong Jincheng in a mock headlock, “What the hell?! You changed my name, huh? Didn’t expect the world’s still full of decent people, did you?”

Bai Qingxia couldn’t help glancing their way again.

“Let me go! You muscle-brained idiot!” Zhong Jincheng’s face was flushed red. Lu Yuanqiu released him, then gave him a kick on the backside, “Back to your corner, go enlighten your mother!”

“Get lost!”

Lu Yuanqiu returned to his seat and suddenly frowned, pinching his nose.

He looked back and found the Liu brothers had removed their shoes, four chubby feet neatly propped on the desk’s crossbar.

The air seemed to warp around them.

Such terrifying power—true overlords of the classroom.

As the manager of the back row, Lu Yuanqiu strode over and slapped each of the brothers on the head.

“Damn! Put your shoes on! Can’t you see our class’s top student is gracing the back row? Can you at least maintain our image?”

The Liu brothers, rubbing their heads, noticed Bai Qingxia’s glance and blushed, sheepishly putting their shoes back on.

Bai Qingxia pursed her lips awkwardly and looked away.

Lu Yuanqiu walked to Zheng Yifeng, who was sleeping, and tapped his desk.

“Wake up! The bell hasn’t even rung yet—you’re sleeping too early. Don’t break your persona, alright?!”

Zheng Yifeng opened his eyes groggily, stared at Lu Yuanqiu as if he were insane, then turned over and continued sleeping.

He was actually quite handsome, but always squinted, perpetually sleep-deprived.

With the back row’s “order” restored, Lu Yuanqiu finally returned to his seat.

He wanted to mention lunch to Bai Qingxia, but, mindful of her pride, decided against bringing it up directly.

Just then, the homeroom teacher, Liu Wei, entered with the class president, Wang Haoran.

“Isn’t the first period this afternoon English?” Gao Qiang, sitting mid-class, asked.

From the corner, Zhong Jincheng’s face fell in disappointment—no more black stockings and short skirts?

Liu Wei explained, “It is English, but before class starts, let’s discuss the upcoming autumn sports meet. As usual, we need to pick a class uniform for the parade.”

Lu Yuanqiu recalled—the sports meet would be later this month, on the twentieth of September.

Luocheng No. 7 High had a tradition: every class wore matching uniforms for the opening ceremony, marching onto the field as a unit.

Though it was meant to be a formal procession, students had gradually turned it into a massive cosplay event, thanks to the wild variety of uniforms chosen.

One year, a whole class dressed as emperors, with the class president carried on a stretcher, holding a sign that read, “Help me up—I can still study!”

At the mention of picking uniforms, the class instantly became lively—even Zheng Yifeng lifted his head, wide awake.

Zhong Jincheng exchanged an excited glance with Wang Haoran.

A silent understanding between those of questionable taste.

Liu Wei produced two pictures: one of a JK school uniform, the other of a black suit.

She said, “The class president picked two fairly standard uniforms. Which do you want for the parade?”

Instantly, all the boys shouted in unison, “JK!!”

Gao Qiang, always eager to stir the crowd, stood first, hands raised, encouraging those behind him to pick the JK uniform.

The girls remained silent, cheeks tinged pink—except for a few, like Hu Caiwei, who looked a bit excited.

At this age, girls seldom wore short skirts, whether at home or at school; most were rather reserved.

Lu Yuanqiu glanced sideways, finding Bai Qingxia absorbed in her textbook, indifferent to the commotion.

He suddenly remembered that Bai Qingxia hadn’t participated in the parade last year—she was the only one in the class who hadn’t bought the uniform.

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