Second semester of Form 2
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After the holiday ....
"Ring, ring, ring..." The bell rang at eight o'clock.
Hence began the morning assembly. Those so-called assemblies were merely people spitting bullshits on stage or presenting awards that no one cared about. Simply put, most students did not give a shit.
After the assembly was the temperature check. Every student had to fill in a temperature record form before coming to school, and we had to ask our parents to sign it. I had it filled out with a forged signature. Frankly, no one would have come to school if they weren’t feeling well. Those pointless school temperature taking policies were a mere waste of time.
After a long time, I found out that Tung had never filled in the form. She was caught and brought outside to have her temperature forcibly checked along with some others. People had been filling the forms with forged signatures and I too had never taken it seriously anyway.
On a certain Saturday ...
A Charity Walk was held by a large organization (junior secondary school students were forced to participate). Both Tung and I were present at the event.
The Charity Walk started right after the guests had finished spitting nonsense. Many people chose to leave directly, but she did not. I couldn’t figure out why. I would have loved to slip away to go home and play games, but I wanted to see her. Hence, I made a dumb decision to follow her trail.
It was cloudy and drizzly, I put on the hood of my hoodie to reinforce my" stalker" mystique while sheltering myself from the rain. I plugged in my headphones to listen to songs...
The whole walk was roughly 10 kilometers. Fxxk, it’s killing me...
Afraid of dying from dehydration, I bought some drinks at the start of the walk. I couldn't see her in the first 30 minutes, so I picked up my pace and started brisk walking in order to catch up with her.
Through the" soul linking" between us, I tracked her through her presence lingering in the air...
I was a teenager in middle-school back then. At such an age, it was perfectly normal for me to have such “late stage Chunibyo” imagination in my mind. I had always felt that my soul was connected to hers, and imagined that I have the ability to feel her presence.
I picked up even more pace and started sprinting...
Finally... finally! I can see her. Although I can't see her front, I... I can still feel her presence...
The familiarity... it's the figure I've been waiting for... She was still wearing her signature trench coat just like at school, just shorts instead of skirts.
There was a strange feeling emerging from my heart...
Touched? Happy? I didn't know how to describe that feeling...
I followed her silently. With the gloomy sky, my mysterious hoodie, and my" ninjutsu", I hid my presence and blended into the crowd, following my" target" in silence.
When we arrived at the end of the charity walk, there was a huge crowd...
I activated my" clairvoyance" and used my perception skills to search for my" target"...
Through high concentration, I finally found her within the sea of people...
I looked at her, and she looked back...
We stared at each other in silence. She was looking back with a smile, while all I could do was to stare at her dumbfoundedly within the crowds...
Then, she turned away with a glimpse of a smile and faded into the crowd. I also turned my back with my hands in my coat pockets...
I took two steps forward before looking back with reluctance. She... was already gone ... her presence was no longer in the crowd ...
One day after school...
I joined the communion of the Christian Club, which was a club for Christian teachers and students to play games, tell stories, chat, gather, and do all sorts of extracurricular activities together.
I volunteered since I was (kinda) a Christian. She was also" invited" by the teacher. At first, she would rather go home than show up, claiming that she didn’t believe in Christ or any other gods. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying herself with us later.
Yang and I were competing with martial arts in a casual manner, playfully slapping each other like usual.
“Shoo! Ha! Haha...” we were goofing around, imagining ourselves being some sort of martial heroes. The younger you are the easier fun is, that was how youngsters like us gained happiness back then.
Suddenly, Tung intervened, swinging a kick between us but missed. She then raised her foot in the air, separating us two, asserting her dominance as if she was the heroine.
"Looks like we have a talented one. Interested in joining my Taekwondo classes? I am the seniorest apprentice in my class.” I said so before I realized. My goal should be pretty obvious, haha.
"Well, where’s it?” She seemed interested. This is my chance!
"Hmm, I'll notify you once they have further announcements." I answered.
"Well, okay,” she answered simply.
The class had yet to start and I was playing with Yang in the corner, Tung was also there as well. She and I kept messing with Yang together. Suddenly, Yang kicked me in the nuts, landing a critical hit.
“Oh Fxxk!!!” He really kicked them!! My lower half went numb...
"You motherfxxker!” I cursed.
The two of them laughed at me while I ran into the restroom to count my balls to see if any went missing. Fortunately, not one less and both were still in good shape. I was scared shitless.
Then, I went to the teacher to sort things out.
"It's fine, both of them are neat, tidy and in very good shape." I laughed in relief.
To take my revenge, I circled my finger around my temple, which was a gesture meaning" Fxxking Retard!”
Suddenly, my buddy seemed a little off, a little unhappy, but I did not care much about it.
Then, a senior student came over and sternly said, “Apologize to Yang.”
"Huh?!! He should be the one apologizing to me, not the other way around!" I couldn’t believe what I just heard.
"Tch, don't think too much, just give a small apology.” He was getting impatient and I did as he demanded.
"Sorry,” I unwillingly apologized.
"Just forget it," said Yang with no expression. There was something different with the usual him, something was wrong. He rarely behaved like that, something was off.
"..." I went back to my seat in silence.
During the games, he was acting weirdly and unresponsive. He was usually very hyperactive. He was making me feel guilty.
Afterwards, a chubby classmate named Hei suddenly grabbed a book from Yang's school bag.
"Ha! Why are you still reading these? What are you, five?" Hei was laughing at Yang.
"Give it back!” Yang shouted.
Then, Yang lowered his head and started crying and screaming.
"I'm a retard! I'm a fxxking retard!" He cried like a child.
After that, a school teaching assistant named Gwan took Yang away to comfort him outside. Gwan and I first met in a church outside of school. Gwan, Yang and I often had meals together whenever we had time. We were good friends. He was also a graduate of this school.
I felt an overwhelming guilt, was it me who was at fault?
The atmosphere became heavy, I stayed quiet and away from the spotlight.
He was very quiet after he came back, unusually quiet. He had used to be a loud and talkative guy.
I remained at my seat quietly.
After the event, I left the school with overwhelming guilt and anxiety...
The next day, a teacher from the Christian Club, who was also Yang's homeroom teacher, approached me for a chat.
“Was it my fault? Did I make him cry?” I asked nervously.
"It wasn’t exactly your fault, but it's nice that you're asking this question. It means that you care about your friend, which is commendable. He has always been bullied in class, his classmates often make fun of him.”
"I see." I nodded my head.
Then, in Taekwondo class...
"Coach, I found a girl at school who’s a born martial arts prodigy. I plan to bring her here to join us,” I told my coach Kim.
"Hmm... fine. I'll give you an extra copy of the notice about next year’s classes today,” said Coach Kim.
"Great," I answered simply.
After that I took the annual notice, I was very nervous. How should I give this to her tomorrow?
Well... I kept imagining scenarios in my sleep.
"Hey, I have something for you..." No, no, no, that’s lame.
"Weren’t you interested in Taekwondo? Here’s the notice, if you have any questions you can ask me at lunch time.”This should be better.
"I’m so fxxking nervous ...."
I kept rolling back and forth in bed... rehearsing my plans for tomorrow in my dreams. This was a great opportunity for me to get closer to her.
The next day ....
I waited for her in the school cafeteria. The wait was unusually long and unbearable.
After a long time, she finally came. I took a deep breath, plucked up my courage and walked towards her.
"Hey .... I have something for you, uh .... It's .... wait a sec, I’m looking for it..." I kneeled down and opened my school bag to search for the notice.
Shit, this isn’t on the script!!
My brain had thought of a couple good lines, but my mouth refused to cooperate ....
"You have a lot of stuff in your bag..." she chuckled.
"Haha, yeah…" I forced out a wry smile.
"Ah, found it. Arr... if you have any questions find me at lunch time, uh... it’s almost time, I have to go now, bye." It ended sooner than I expected, but since it was getting awkward, retreating was the best move.
After I left, my whole body suddenly became hot and my face started blushing. I was not used to talking to girls. I then happened to run into Yang.
"Why is it so hot today? Haha.” I wasn't sure what to say, so I just picked up a random topic as a distraction.
"How could it be hot in the middle of winter? Not to mention you are so skinny. Although you are hairy, I don’t think it would be that hot to you," he said.
It was true that both my arms and legs are very hairy.
Alas, she didn't come for me at lunch time. I couldn’t tell if she simply had no question, or she didn't plan to show up at all. She seemed to be very interested before.
On that day in the Taekwondo dojo, I was feeling uneased.
"Coach, I'm taking a look outside..." I said
I went outside and waited for her arrival. With the freezing breeze of Winter that bought nothing but cold loneliness, my imagination suddenly went wild.
I am a lonely shadow in the cold wind, waiting for the return of a single person ... (Okay, that's enough, seriously! )
After a long wait, she still hadn’t come. I went back inside with disappointment.
"The person you mentioned isn’t coming?” the coach asked me.
"I don't know, I gave her the notice," I answered simply.
"I see," said the coach.
After god-knows how long, someone opened the door and came in…
Is it the person I have been anticipating? Is it her?
It’s ....
It was a junior of mine who was often late.
"Ah ...."
She did not come. How disappointing!
Soon, it was the Lunar New Year holiday,and I traveled to Singapore.
I missed her throughout the trip, and even had a delusion that... we would meet there despite the extremely low chances. I had been having naive ideas since I was a kid, always imagining the best outcomes possible, like imagining that teachers in class would suddenly give us toys and games out of nowhere like Santa Claus, a delusion too naive and optimistic.
In the end, I didn't come across her at the airport nor in Singapore, haha, as expected.
During the journey, I kept looking back in a certain direction unconsciously...
When I went back to Hong Kong, I wanted to see her as soon as possible. I had a delusion that I would see her as soon as I got off the plane, but a delusion is, after all, just a delusion. Something that is impossible is ultimately impossible, haha, I am perhaps too optimistic.
When I returned to school after the holidays, apart from being like," Shiiit... school again...”, I was slightly delighted deep inside that I could finally see her again. Before, I would have been so depressed that I once cried at home in the morning.
“Shiiiiiiiiit, classes again, so boring!!!” Such thoughts weren’t crossing my mind.
At school, she still had that cool, charismatic aura with her. With the long ponytail, the mysterious hairstyle, the fair white skin, the lovely appearance, the youthfully slender and elegant figure, cute" loli-like” temperament.
I can finally see you again ....
After that, the exams started...
The second semester of Form 2 was finally over. Up next was the last semester of the academic year.
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