N-M Chapter 31 Our Friendship Will Last Forever
Chapter 31 Our Friendship Will Last Forever
Students enter in an orderly fashion, line up neatly, and the national flag is raised. School leaders deliver speeches. These ritualistic procedures have always been an indispensable part of school ceremonies.
To outsiders, following this routine step by step might seem tedious and boring, but to Lu Yuan, the experience was entirely different.
As people age, they often look back on their youth and regret not having enjoyed it more.
When Lu Yuan asked Gao Zhe how he felt, the only answers he received were perfunctory complaints like boredom, frustration, and a waste of time.
After the leaders' speeches concluded, the solemn collective oath-taking ceremony began.
Starting with Class 1, each class took turns to take the oath, and the process was simple and well-organized.
The oath-taking representatives selected by each class all had loud voices and a calm demeanor, showing no stage fright whatsoever. In terms of this performance alone, Lu Yuan had no advantage whatsoever.
If one had to find something special about him, it would be that he had the worst performance among all the oath-takers.
Ye Yixian was standing far away from Lu Yuan, and could only see his tall figure from a distance.
It must be admitted that Lu Yuan's calm, composed, and fearless demeanor was exceptionally dazzling.
A sense of relief and joy welled up in Ye Yixian's heart.
The oath-taking ceremony lasted less than an hour and slowly came to a close amidst the joint gaze and applause of all the teachers, students, parents, and younger students.
After the ceremony, there was a relaxed period for free time and group photos.
The students shed their neat school uniforms and ran around, heading towards their respected teachers and classmates, capturing these precious moments of their youth.
The homeroom teacher of Class 22 organized the whole class to gather in time to take a group photo.
Many parents had already been waiting on the sidelines, holding flowers and gifts, and personally handing them to their children so that the children could hold the bouquets and pose for photos, capturing even more beautiful moments.
Everyone was holding flowers and gifts, beaming with smiles, except for Ye Yixian, whose hands were empty.
A sense of embarrassment and loneliness crept into her heart, and she could only force herself to remain calm and pretend to be indifferent, trying her best to hide the bitterness and embarrassment in her heart.
"Ye Yixian, please hold this for me for now."
Wang Qingyu saw through her embarrassment and offered her the teddy bear she was holding, while she herself held the exquisite bouquet of flowers her parents had given her.
Ye Yixian was slightly taken aback, realizing the other person's intentions.
Wang Qingyu was afraid that she would stand out in the crowd alone and empty-handed, so she deliberately gave her a gift, gently considering her dignity.
A warm feeling slowly welled up in her heart. Just as she was raising her hand to take it, a commotion suddenly came from afar.
A group of people walked over, their clear shouts rising and falling in my ears.
"Ye Yixian! Ye Yixian!"
In the center of the crowd, Lu Yuan, holding ninety-nine red roses, hurried over.
He knew that Class 22 was about to take a group photo and that Ye Yixian was missing a bouquet of flowers to adorn her at that moment. Fearing that he would miss it if he arrived a moment later, he called her name loudly across the crowd.
The dazzling ninety-nine roses were particularly eye-catching, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Students and parents who were originally scattered around taking photos stopped and stared, and some even curiously gathered around to watch.
The unexpected scene made Ye Yixian freeze, her mind went blank, and the next second, her heartbeat suddenly went out of control, her breathing became slightly tight, and her thoughts were in turmoil.
"Teacher, please wait a moment."
Lu Yuan strode up to the homeroom teacher of Class 22, his tone frank and sincere. His gaze fell on the girl in the crowd, and he said softly, "I've come to give Ye Yixian a bouquet of flowers."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of gasps and exclamations erupted from the audience.
Ninety-nine beautiful roses, all specially given to Ye Yixian?
In an instant, hundreds of eyes were focused on her, and murmurs rose up one after another, the noise sweeping across the entire venue.
"It's actually for Ye Yixian?"
"Shouldn't we send it to Xu Lingjing?"
"Ye Yixian is so lucky. Such a big bouquet of roses, who wouldn't be envious?"
"When will I be able to receive a bouquet of flowers like this...?"
The homeroom teacher of Class 22 was stunned and filled with doubt.
She was no stranger to Lu Yuan, knowing that this boy was always bold and straightforward, and had confessed his feelings to Xu Lingjing in public countless times before. He was a well-known and persistent pursuer throughout the school.
Although teachers do not encourage students to have early romantic relationships, many people secretly envy Xu Lingjing for being so favored for so long.
But why is the bouquet that should have been sent to Xu Lingjing being delivered to Ye Yixian?
Has Lu Yuan fallen for someone else?
That can't be right.
Ye Yixian is far inferior to the dazzling Xu Lingjing in both appearance and popularity.
Even if his pursuit is fruitless, Lu Yuan shouldn't choose the ordinary Ye Yixian. No. 1 High School is never short of beautiful and outstanding girls.
The homeroom teacher was lost in thought, completely bewildered, and momentarily forgot to respond.
Seeing that the other party did not react, Lu Yuan spoke again gently: "Teacher, the group photo should not have started yet, right? I'll just give her the flowers."
The homeroom teacher suddenly snapped out of her daze, quickly nodded in agreement, and smiled gently: "Okay, you go first, we're not in a hurry to take pictures."
"Thank you, teacher."
Lu Yuan thanked him, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and carrying the heavy bouquet of roses, walked toward Ye Yixian in the group.
She stood in the second row of the group photo, staring blankly at the boy who was slowly approaching. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of astonishment, confusion, excitement, and unspeakable emotion. Her heart was filled with complex and unsettling feelings.
The girls in the front row were very tactful and quietly moved to the sides, watching the two people in the center with envy.
Everyone held their breath, watching the scene unfold before them. The atmosphere was both ambiguous and passionate, and for a moment, it felt like a grand confession.
Lu Yuan stopped in front of her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His expression was calm and composed as he spoke slowly, his clear voice carrying throughout the surroundings:
Zhuangzi said, "The friendship between gentlemen is as bland as water, while the friendship between petty men is as sweet as wine." True friendship is valued for its sincerity and character, and is never about being entangled in hustle and bustle or interests.
As the ancients said, "A long road tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's true character." Sincere companionship is never afraid of the test of time and can withstand the scrutiny of years.
Ye Yixian, although we have only known each other for a short time, I sincerely wish you a smooth and successful future, and that our friendship will last forever.
As soon as he finished speaking, he held up the large, vibrant bouquet of red roses with both hands and solemnly presented it to her.
Everyone present was taken aback. The expected confession did not occur; instead, they all talked about friendship in a flowery manner.
Ye Yixian was completely lost in thought, utterly bewildered.
How can we have such a long and lasting friendship after knowing each other for only a few days?
These precious and magnificent ninety-nine roses were delivered to him so easily?
He had been pursuing Xu Lingjing persistently for a long time. Perhaps this bouquet of flowers could have moved her. Why waste it on himself?
With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Ye Yixian stood frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.
The onlookers didn't care whether she confessed or not; everyone was looking forward to witnessing her accept the bouquet of roses that everyone was eagerly anticipating.
"One string."
Wang Qingyu, who was standing next to her, gently nudged her with her elbow and whispered a reminder.
Everyone assumed that she was simply overwhelmed with surprise and flustered because it was the first time she had received such a grand bouquet, which caused her to momentarily lose her composure and become speechless.
Anyone in that situation would be just as at a loss.
Ye Yixian snapped back to reality, her gaze refocusing on the boy and the blooming roses before her.
Lu Yuan's eyes were full of genuine smiles as he quietly awaited her response.
If Ye Yixian refuses, it will only make Lu Yuan lose face.
After a moment's hesitation, Ye Yixian slowly reached out and carefully accepted the heavy bouquet of flowers.
Immediately, a deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted from the surrounding area.
Countless envious, surprised, and moved gazes fell upon Ye Yixian.
Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head shyly, unable to hide her smile.
The sweet and rich scent of roses lingered in her arms, making her nose sting and her eyes redden.