Chapter 72: Gu Qing, Chen Xuwei 1

Chapter 72: Gu Qing, Chen Xuwei 1

The girl appeared to be only around sixteen years old, yet possessed a strong intellectual beauty, like a blue lotus blooming in the dusty mortal world—elegant and transcendent.

She wore her jet-black hair in a long ponytail, the braid cascading down casually, with scattered wisps framing her forehead that swayed gently in the breeze. Her brows were like smoke and jade, her eyelashes deep black, and her delicate melon-seed face bore a clean, pure beauty without the slightest trace of makeup or ornamentation.

Her upper body was dressed in a simple white short-sleeved shirt, and below was a skin-tight pleated mini skirt washed pale from use. Wrapped around her were high-grade nude-colored transparent crystal silk stockings that displayed her tall, slender, beautiful legs in their full glory—perfectly contoured and translucent, they shimmered with a crystalline silk sheen under the faint light, utterly captivating. Her raised, plump buttocks were flawlessly outlined, and on her delicate jade feet she wore a pair of ordinary canvas shoes. Not a single ornament adorned her entire body, her simplicity so pure it made people's hearts tremble.

She sat quietly, and even surrounded by a group of "aristocratic young ladies" in luxurious attire and fashionable dress, she seemed utterly unbothered, like a gentle breeze passing over her body—everything was calm and composed, as if nothing in the world could stir her heart.

Her beauty was not the kind that took **** measures to achieve temptation, nor was it like waves of water, nor the charming seduction of a celestial fox that captivated multitudes. Yet she possessed an indescribable quality that made one feel beauty itself was an inadequate word to describe her appearance. Standing beside anyone, she would never be overshadowed by their looks.

Her coldness stemmed not from emotional turbulence but from her inner nature itself, in harmony with heaven and earth, viewing the mortal world with icy detachment.

The morning breeze and evening rain of this mortal world, joys and sorrows, even the shaking of mountains and roaring of seas, the rise and fall of dynasties—all before the vast expanse of heaven and earth are nothing but fleeting splendor, vanishing in an instant.

Ye Chen gazed quietly at the girl's face, memories about her flashing through his mind.

Gu Qing!

The famous talented girl of Huahai City No. 1 High School, ranked sixth on the campus 'Beauty Ranking List,' from a poor family background, specially admitted to the school at the beginning of her first year with exceptionally high grades.

Height: one meter sixty-eight. As for her measurements—well, they had always been the hot topic of discussion among the male students at Huahai City No. 1 High School: 92-59-90, a golden ratio of proportions was just the beginning. What truly drove people wild was her devilishly seductive face. Yet she had always dressed and presented herself simply, and her aura of pure innocence seemed genuine. This wasn't just hormone-fueled teenage boys struggling with temptation—even some of the young male teachers who still had a bit of energy and audacity left after their regular nighttime farming of responsibility fields couldn't resist the allure.

Most deadly of all was that this girl's academic performance was just as maddening as her appearance. Rumor had it that since kindergarten she'd never taken anything less than first place—straight A's from beginning to end. Huahai City No. 1 High School had fully waived her tuition when they specially recruited her.

Even among the elite gathering of talent and scattered geniuses at Huahai City No. 1 High School, she consistently maintained a rank within the top three in the entire school, unshakeable. Teachers doted on her excessively, nearly worshipping her like a bodhisattva.

Every single day, male students from other classes would show up to Class Two (Six) pretending to borrow cigarettes, driven by either lustful intentions or appreciation for beauty. These punks could afford Lamborghinis that were flashier than Ferraris, and of course they weren't actually lacking cigarettes—they mainly had their eyes on one of the beautiful flowers in this class.

In their little world, pretty girls were a dime a dozen, and each one was better at makeup than the last. Some of them spent four hours a day just applying and removing makeup, absolute pretty vases. Generally speaking, these top-tier playboys who didn't lack money or a hint of brooding charm typically got tired of meticulously made-up peacock girls from those entertainment venues and wanted to switch things up, looking for girls with an innocent, girl-next-door vibe.

And this Gu Qing was undoubtedly the perfect choice!

She had the kind of dangerous face that made other women instantly alert and envious at first sight. She had a devil's body, a pure innocent aura, a soft, sweet voice, a pair of hands perfect for playing piano or guzheng, and really the only slight imperfection was that her family situation wasn't perfect—the not uncommon, not rare single-parent household. Father had passed away early, mother was a factory worker.

So those young rich men had completely fallen. They would have kneeled beneath her pomegranate skirts, saying "Beautiful lady, marry into our family, I'll carry you in an eight-person sedan chair. Or rather, ten Hummers."

"Undisturbed by praise or disgrace, leisurely watching the flowers bloom and fall before the courtyard; coming and going without intention, drifting with the clouds across the sky."

This was the true reflection of her romantic life. Whether she was dull when it came to emotions or simply too clever, understanding the principle of hoarding rare commodities, she treated everyone equally, neither humble nor arrogant. When girls called her a seductress, she simply laughed it off. When boys pursued her wildly, her heart remained still as water.

This was truly impeccable—the kind of composure that should only belong to a mature, elegant woman over thirty who had experienced men, emotions, career, and all of life's storms.

Gu Qing was truly the undisputed campus beauty. Though Ye Chen didn't yet know whether all those high and mighty goddesses on the 'Beauty Ranking List' truly lived up to their names, he was certain that regardless of whether Gu Qing would become worn by time in the future, whether her youthful beauty would fade with age, she was destined to be the red mole on the hearts of thousands of students, a memory that would always flash through their minds when recalling their school days—of such a senior or junior girl who had bloomed proudly, never plucked by anyone.

Now, this one of the ten most beautiful campus flowers, Gu Qing, was his deskmate right after the class reorganization at the start of the semester, sitting on the side near the aisle, her hair tied in a pure, unmatched ponytail, always sitting correctly and studying seriously.

Although the two of them had no interaction for the most part of the past half year, in Ye Chen's previous mind, her beauty was like something cultivated by the heavens' spirit—so outstanding it was dizzying, unreachable. Yet compared to the three absolute beauties at home—his mother, sister, and younger sister—he hadn't even considered developing any attachment or fantasy toward her.

After a long while, Ye Chen reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Gu Qing and returned to his own seat.

Gu Qing, the universally recognized campus beauty, the sixth-ranked absolute beauty on the 'Beauty Ranking List,' good at studies, excellent temperament, beautiful appearance, had become the people's princess in the hearts of all the boys at school. The number of boys who harbored secret crushes on her was like a tidal wave.

Although he hadn't actually had a crush on Gu Qing before, she was simply too beautiful. Every class, his eyes would involuntarily glance toward the delicate, slender silhouette of the girl beside him studying seriously. Sometimes he would even spend the entire class period watching her every movement, looking at her more than he looked at the blackboard.

Of course, it wasn't just Ye Chen. Plenty of male students sitting in the back of the classroom would steal glances at her from time to time, as if doing so would give their hearts a small measure of satisfaction.

In early summer, a faint liking, a flutter of the heart, soared in the hearts of countless youthful adolescent boys.

Now, being able to share a desk with such an absolute beauty, spending time together day and night, Ye Chen was probably going to wake up laughing in his dreams at night!

Ye Chen leaned in and sat beside her. Gu Qing naturally emanated a faint, subtle fragrance—fresh and sweet, intoxicating, absolutely pleasant. It should be her natural body scent.

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