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MidReal Story
High School Grudges
Scenario:高中生沈微在学校一直受到班主任老打压和歧视，不幸的人，和沈家有世仇的王家王劲冲也在同一所学校，并且高三和沈微分配到了同一个班。虽然沈微和王劲冲学习都不咋地，但班主任老孟总是区别对待，每次都拿班里的第一名pua沈微，而对于王劲冲则费尽心机找优点夸奖
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Old Meng
homeroom teacher who discriminates against Shen Wei and favors Wang Jinchong, relationships with both students, stout build with a stern face.
Wang Jinchong
high school student with a grudge against Shen Wei's family, relationships with Shen Wei and Old Meng, tall with sharp features, intelligent but vengeful.
Shen Wei
high school student, relationships with Wang Jinchong and Old Meng, average height, dark hair, resilient and determined.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class.
As I walked into the room, I noticed that there was a new student sitting in the back row.
He looked a bit older than us and had a tall and lean build.
His features were sharp, especially his nose and lips.
He also had dark hair like me.
I thought to myself, "Ah, another transfer student."
As I took my seat, I heard Old Meng say, "Let me introduce you. This is Wang Jinchong. He just transferred here from another school."
Wang Jinchong?
I couldn't believe it.
Wang Jinchong was the son of the Wang family from our village.
They were rivals with my family, the Shens.
In fact, my grandfather and his had been in a feud for over twenty years because of a misunderstanding.
How great that we were in the same class now!
I glanced at Wang Jinchong and noticed that he was looking at me too.
We exchanged a brief stare before he turned to greet the other students.
After class, I went to the library as usual.
While I was browsing through books on the shelf, I found Wang Jinchong sitting at a table.
He was doing his homework alone.
It was a little strange since most students liked to study in groups.
I sat down across from him and asked, "Need help?"
I settled into my chair, flipping through the pages of a thick textbook, pretending to be absorbed in its contents.
The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of paper and the distant hum of the air conditioner.
Wang Jinchong glanced up briefly, his eyes narrowing before returning to his work.
I could feel the tension between us, a silent acknowledgment of our families' history.
Despite my curiosity about him, I kept my focus on the book, determined not to engage further.
The fluorescent lights above cast an eerie glow on the rows of shelves, making the air feel heavy and stagnant.
I turned a page, my eyes scanning the words without registering their meaning.
Wang Jinchong's pencil scratched against the paper, the sound grating on my nerves.
After what felt like an eternity, Wang Jinchong packed his things and left without a word.
I watched him go, my heart rate quickening as I wondered what he was thinking.
The chair scraped against the floor as I stood up, my legs stiff from sitting for too long.
I began to gather my belongings, my mind still on Wang Jinchong's sudden departure.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, heavy and deliberate.
"You're Shen Li, right?" Wang Jinchong's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.
I turned to face him, surprised by his sudden return.
"Yeah, and you're Wang Jinchong," I replied cautiously, "What do you want?"
Wang Jinchong's eyes narrowed as he leaned against the library table, his voice low and deliberate. "Shen Wei," he began, ignoring my question, "our families' history doesn't concern me here."
His words were unexpected, leaving me momentarily speechless.
He continued, "I want to focus on surviving Old Meng's class."
I nodded slowly, unsure of his sincerity but intrigued by his calm demeanor.
The tension between us was palpable, yet his unexpected approach piqued my interest.
As he turned to leave again, I called out, "Why now?"
He paused briefly before exiting, leaving me with more questions than answers.
I watched him disappear into the stacks, the fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the rows of shelves.
The air felt heavy and stagnant, thick with unspoken words.
I settled back into my chair, my mind racing with possibilities.
What did Wang Jinchong mean by his sudden change of heart?
Was he genuinely interested in putting our families' feud aside?
Or was this some kind of ploy to get under my skin?
I flipped through the pages of my textbook, trying to distract myself from the lingering unease.
But my eyes kept drifting back to the spot where Wang Jinchong had stood.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the library, growing louder with each passing second.
My heart rate quickened as I sensed Wang Jinchong's return.
This time, however, he wasn't alone.
Old Meng stood beside him, a stern expression etched on her face.
"Shen Wei," she began, her voice dripping with malice, "it seems you're having trouble keeping up with the coursework."
My instincts screamed warning signals as Wang Jinchong's eyes locked onto mine.
What was going on?
Old Meng continued, "Wang Jinchong has offered to tutor you after school. I expect you to accept his help."
I blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected arrangement. "Is this really necessary?" I asked, glancing at Wang Jinchong for any sign of his intentions.
He shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Think of it as a peace offering," he said, his tone both challenging and amused.
I sat at my desk, watching Wang Jinchong as he settled into the chair beside me. His presence was both unsettling and intriguing, like a puzzle I couldn't quite figure out. Old Meng hovered nearby, ensuring we began our session, her eyes fixed on me with an air of expectation.
Wang opened his notebook, pointing out areas I needed to improve. His explanations were clear, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was testing me, probing for weaknesses. As we worked through a math problem, I noticed his occasional glances, as if gauging my reactions. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something hidden beneath the surface.
The fluorescent lights above cast an artificial glow on our work, making the air feel stale and recycled. I scribbled notes in my own notebook, trying to keep pace with Wang's rapid-fire explanations. The scratch of my pen on paper was the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
As we delved deeper into the lesson, Wang's tone remained neutral, but his words carried an undercurrent of challenge. I sensed he was pushing me, trying to see how far I'd bend before breaking. The bell rang, signaling the end of our session, and Wang stood up, smirking slightly.
"See you tomorrow," he said, his voice low and smooth.
I nodded, determined to uncover his true motives. What did he want from me? Was this really about helping me catch up, or was it a ploy to gain the upper hand?
As Wang turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of Old Meng watching us from the corner of the room. Her eyes gleamed with a knowing intensity, as if she was privy to some secret I wasn't.
Suddenly, Wang's hand shot out, snatching a pencil from my desk. "You might need this," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
I felt a jolt of surprise as our fingers touched, a spark of electricity running through my arm. The room seemed to tilt sideways, and for an instant, everything felt off-kilter.
Then Wang was gone, leaving me staring at the empty chair beside me. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and hidden intentions.
I sat there, trying to process the strange encounter, when Old Meng approached me with a knowing smile. "You two have more in common than you realize," she said cryptically, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite myself.
I entered the classroom, feeling the weight of Old Meng's gaze. He stood at the front, arms crossed, and announced a surprise challenge: a complex math problem that would determine our place in the class.
Failure meant dismissal from his favor.
Wang Jinchong and I exchanged a glance, understanding the stakes.
As we began working through the problem, the room filled with tense silence.
Wang's pencil moved swiftly across his paper while I struggled to keep up.
Old Meng circled us like a hawk, eyes sharp.
I felt the pressure mounting as time ticked away.
The fluorescent lights above cast an artificial glow on our work, making the air feel stale and recycled.
I scribbled notes in my own notebook, trying to keep pace with Wang's rapid-fire explanations.
The scratch of my pen on paper was the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
Suddenly, Wang's hand brushed against mine as he reached for a calculator.
I felt a jolt of surprise, my heart rate quickening as our eyes met.
For an instant, everything seemed to slow down, and I sensed a hidden message in his gaze.
Then Old Meng's voice cut through the silence, her words dripping with malice. "Time's running out, Shen Wei. You'd better hurry."
I nodded curtly, refocusing on the problem as Wang's pencil continued to move swiftly across his paper.
The air was thick with tension as we worked against the clock, our pencils scratching out calculations in a desperate bid to succeed.
And then, just as I thought I was making progress, Wang's hand slammed down on his desk, making me jump.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed, his eyes flashing with triumph.
Old Meng's gaze snapped towards him, a hint of surprise on her face.
I felt a pang of anxiety as Wang began to scribble out his solution on the blackboard.
Had he really solved it?
Or was this some kind of trick?
