The Best Actor’s Courtship: Miss Scriptwriter, Please Love Me! - Chapter 302

Chapter 302 Extra Story—a First Meeting of Mou Yichen
【Story from Mou Yichen’s perspective】

“Uncle Lee, drop me off here, I want to walk in.” I called the driver to stop when the car arrived at a crossing near the No. 15 High School.

I really didn’t like the feeling of being treated as a man born with a silver spoon.

“Young Master, it’s still a little far from the school gate. I’d better take you in or you’re going to be late.” Uncle Lee was a little worried about me and insisted on driving me to school.

But I ignored him, got out of the car and walked to the school gate myself.

It had been nearly a month since I studied in No. 9 High School. Because of my excellent grades, I would represent the students of Senior One to participate in a mathematics competition in my city this time. Additionally, mathematics was what I am good at, so I didn’t have any pressure on this competition.

At this moment, a slim figure ran past me, and I was wondering who it was. To my surprise, it was a girl who wore the same uniform as me.

To be honest, boys were usually better at mathematics than girls, but this girl participated in this competition as well. Did the school lack someone good at mathematics? No, it didn’t. No. 9 High School was a rare key school in the city and those who could be admitted to here were all the top students. Was this girl more excellent than others?

As I was thinking about it, I saw that the girl stepped on a manhole cover, which made a noise. It seemed to be a movable manhole cover. I felt something wrong and gave her a hand quickly.

Although I was not a meddler, when she got in trouble, I ought to help her because we studied in the same school after all.

I took one of her arms by my one hand and held her waist by the other hand. The girl was so thin that I could hold her waist around just with one arm.

I pulled her, and she just fell into my arm. As I guessed, the manhole cover turned over totally. Thanks to my quick response, otherwise, the girl might have fallen into the manhole at that moment.

Er…This girl seemed to be… I couldn’t say a word about how I felt for a moment. She was wearing a very ugly big black-framed glasses which almost covered half of her face.

And then I looked at the girl at such a close range. She had a delicate cheek, fair and smooth skin, and her big eyes were staring at me in surprise. I guessed she was frightened.

Before I looked twice at her, the girl quickly stood upright and straightened up in front of me. She felt a little awkward and said, “Thank you! If you hadn’t saved me, I would have fallen into the manhole.”

Her voice sounded sweet, but she seemed nervous with a certain glint in her eyes and not daring to look at me.

“Are you a student of No. 9 High School? I haven’t seen you before. Are you from junior high school?” I couldn’t help asking her. She looked young that I thought she was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

What’s more, although I just entered this senior high school not long ago, I still knew the big man here. This kind of competition had always been dominated by the big man in every grade. So I naturally considered her as a junior high school student.

The girl gave a little smile and answered, “Nope, I’m a Senior Two student.”

A senior two student? I was surprised by this reply. Actually, I knew several top students in Senior Two. I, an excellent student, had begun to learn much knowledge by myself, so I always communicated with the top students in Senior Two. But the matter was, I never heard of that girl.

Something occurred to the girl and she looked at her watch. “Oh, no! I’m being late!”

After that, she turned to walk to the school gate, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she frowned and bent over.

“Have you sprained your foot?” I asked her curiously.

She nodded without a word, and it seemed too painful for her to speak.

“Let me take you to the hospital!” I suggested. Uh, it was the second time I turned a meddler. But we were schoolmates, from this point of view, it seemed more reasonable for me to help her.

“Ah, no! “The Mathematics competition is beginning soon. Time is running out!” The girl urgently rejected my advice. She looked inside the school gate and then continued, “I’ll have a seat in this competition. I could keep it until I finish.”

Given that the girl insisted and that I also needed to participate in the competition, I followed her words. But I couldn’t leave her here, so I picked her up to go inside the school gate at last.

“Ah! Put me down! What if others see us now? How embarrassing!” The girl freed me and got down from my back hastily.

“Are you serious? Your foot is sprained, I’m helping you! Besides, we’re really in a hurry now. If you don’t allow me to take you, we’ll all be late.”

The girl hesitated for seconds and finally compromised. “Okay, thank you. I’m owing you so much today.”

“Don’t mention it! We are schoolmates, helping each other is just a piece of cake for us, right?” I told. But to be honest, I was not the kind of person who would help others, and what happened today was a special case.

We had a written examination in a large terrace classroom for this mathematics competition. Because the examination had so many questions and it was extremely difficult to do, so it cost us the whole three hours to finish it.

After handing in the paper, I sent the girl to the hospital. Because of the long delay, the girl’s ankle swelled up like a loaf of bread.

After checking, she was diagnosed with fracture and ligament strain on her feet. The doctor plastered her feet and suggested she should have a good rest for a month before removing the plaster.

On the way I sent the girl back home, the girl thanked me for a long time, but she never asked me what my name was or told me her own name.

Until we got to her downstairs, I finally asked her name. She told me her name was Yun Muxi, which sounded good, and I liked that nice name so much.

From that day on, I hadn’t seen this girl for a long time. Once I asked one of her classmates by accident and knew that she hadn’t come to school for a month. All of which made me wonder, Senior Two students should be very busy at studying, but she missed a month, was she not afraid to fall behind the others?

But her classmate told me carelessly, “Take it easy. Yun Muxi is a super top student. She could get first place in every grade exam, and her final grade is always thirty or forty points higher than the second’s, mine. She truly is an amazing girl. Even if she doesn’t come for a semester, her grades won’t fall behind for her strong learning ability. So you have nothing to worry about.”

For his answer, I was half in doubt because I thought what he said might contain something exaggerated. Before long, the monthly exam was coming at last.

On the day of publishing the exam results, I won first place in Senior One without any suspense. Suddenly, I thought of that schoolmate who told me something about Yun Muxi’s remarkable grade. With curiosity, I came to the bulletin board of the Senior Two students’ grades. There were many students in front of that bulletin board, but by the advantage of my height, I saw the first one standing in the highest position on the board.

Everything went as that schoolmate had expected: No. 1, Yun Muxi, the final grade of 6 lessons is 588; No.2, Wu Haipeng, the final grade of 6 lessons is 557.

As Wu Haipeng said to me, Yun Muxi’s grade was 31 points higher than his once again.

This time, I believed in Wu Haipeng. Meanwhile, I was more curious about that amazing girl.

The second time I met her was a week later, the day I was coming to Wu Haipeng. Wu Haipeng was not in the classroom then, but I saw Yun Muxi coming into class with a pile of exercise books in her arms by accident.

“Yun Muxi.” I called. I was surprised to see her again, after all, I appreciated her amazing story a bit.

Yun Muxi looked around at me and pushed her unique glasses up. “Oh, it’s you! Mou Yichen?” she said.

I thought she would forget my name, so I was delighted when she called my name. “Well, you remember me!” I said.

“Sure, I do remember you, you saved me! By the way, why are you here?”

“I’m coming to Wu Haipeng to discuss a problem with him.” Suddenly, I realized that Yun Muxi studied better than Wu Haipeng, so, I continued, “That’s fine, it’s good to have you here. Here is the problem, can you help me?”

Yun Muxi Yun took the notebook from my hand and checked carefully. “Hey, this is the exercise for Senior Two, aren’t you a Senior One student?”

“Mmm. I’ve already started to study the exercises of Senior Two by myself. When having something I don’t understand, I always discuss with Wu Haipeng.”

“I see. This problem is not difficult, but you may be confused about it.”

While talking, Yun Muxi took out a pen from her pocket and wrote something down on the notebook. In a few moments, she took the pen and handed the notebook back to me. “Hey, have a look. I’ll tell you again if you don’t understand it.”

I took the notebook. The pen handwriting on paper was very clear. It was a very neat and nice script, a regular script in small characters, as used in Chinese calligraphy exercises. I looked at Yun Muxi in surprise and then continued to look down at that problem.

Yun Muxi’s method of solving the problem was simple and the steps were very clear. I understood it at a glance.

Since then, I seldom discussed with Wu Haipeng about the exercises. As time went on, a whole semester had ended and I dealt with Yun Muxi for more than three months.

As winter vacation had been over a week, I suddenly found myself becoming lonely. At first, I did not know why I had that feeling until Wu Haipeng called me that day. We inadvertently talked about Yun Muxi, and suddenly, I realized that I had not seen Yun Muxi for more than a week.

This thought made my mind a complete blank. Should I invite Yun Muxi to come out and discuss the exercise with me? With this idea, I began to do exercises carefully, hoping to accumulate more problems that I could not solve. Until I had more than a week’s problems, I looked at my notebook excitedly, but at this time, I was trapped again.

The reason was that I didn’t even have her number, which made me so upset.

For this reason, I almost pointed at my nose and scolded myself: idiot!

Why did I save so many exercises while I didn’t even have her number? How could I discuss learning with her? When did I do things without any thinking?!

With this idea in mind, I was upset for more than a week, and finally woke up to reality suddenly!