in2ebook Chapter 115 School Theft
Chapter 115 School Theft
The sun was rising, and the birds were chirping. Ranmo, carrying her schoolbag, headed to school. She was a studious child. Of course, she also loved beauty. She'd dressed up beautifully today, strolling around school to make a splash, and then show it off later.
When it comes to dressing up, the young people of that life were truly extraordinary.
Perhaps influenced by exotic customs, when young people get together, they like to compare who is prettier, who has bigger eyes, longer eyelashes, and a straighter nose.
If someone tells you you're not good-looking, you'll be so upset you won't be able to eat for days. As society becomes more open, the awareness of loving and advocating beauty has been further awakened.
Even children are influenced by this trend. Boys and girls are secretly comparing who is good-looking and who is average-looking, and then competing against each other secretly.
The most handsome boy in the class was Yunchan. With his dark, piercing eyes and a round, full face, he looked handsome and well-proportioned, earning him the nickname "beautiful boy" by those who went around looking for him. He was indifferent and aloof, perhaps due to his high self-esteem.
Ranmo accidentally discovered that he liked to do a strange action, which was to put his tongue between his upper lip and gums, which stretched and bulged his upper lip, making him look like a giant monkey. Suddenly, he felt that he was just so-so.
There was a classmate named Yasenjiang who looked like a Czech. Ranmo had no idea what Czech people looked like, but he looked like one. He had a pale face, slightly lighter eyebrows and eyes, but with sharp angles, and he liked to wear a baseball cap.
She was considered average in her group, but she stood out among her classmates. He spoke in a stilted and funny way, with a unique accent, and he kept calling her "Golden Baby." She was also curious about the meaning of his name.
Every time the school held an event and selected students to perform, it became a competition of looks. No one had any special talents, so the most attractive ones had a better chance of being selected.
It was inevitable that she felt a little disappointed when she wasn't chosen. Ranmo was pretty, but not very lively. She was sometimes chosen and sometimes not, which made her feel insecure.
The teacher was a bit partial. Tang Lei, who was always on the list, was once left out, and they were quite puzzled. Finally, the teacher came to her senses and blamed herself several times: "Oh, why did I leave Tang Lei out?" She was afraid that Tang Lei would tell his mother.
Sometimes rehearsals lasted late, until it was completely dark. Family members would come to the school, clinging to the windows like moths to watch the children rehearse in the brightly lit classroom. It seemed like adults all loved clinging to the windows.
Besides that place, Ranmo later discovered that beauty competition was also prevalent in the northeast, including among boys. While she was shopping in a small store, a young man in his twenties and two older women were chatting.
Then the young man said, full of grievance, "They say I'm not as good-looking as Wang Tao." He almost burst into tears. Ran Mo couldn't help but laugh. The young man actually cared so much about other people's comments and comparisons about his appearance.
A similar scene happened once on the bus when a young man was on the phone, almost crying angrily, "They're going to eat seafood, and they didn't invite me!" He was almost crying in the car. He was like a greedy child. The old saying "Food and sex are human nature" is truly true.
Weihua had always said Ranmo was ugly. She eventually learned to dress up. When she went to her uncle's house, even the aunt at the grocery store said she looked really good (and pretty).
When one of Weihua's classmates came to their rental house, she was stunned by Ranmo's beauty and said to Weihua, "Your Ranmo is so beautiful!"
Ranmo finally realized that she wasn't ugly, and was actually quite beautiful. Her confidence grew significantly. She was grateful to these kind and honest people.
She herself was a very kind person. I remember one Chinese New Year, a few children went to the military station to watch TV in their new clothes. Unexpectedly, she and Shengzi were wearing the same outfit. They both wore a small beige jacket. They looked handsome and stylish.
There were slight differences between their jackets. Hers was corduroy, Shengzi's was cotton. A straightforward auntie kept praising Ranmo's jacket for being the prettiest. Ranmo agreed. But to spare Shengzi's upset, she quickly smoothed things over, saying Shengzi's jacket was also nice and soft to the touch. Look, what a kind person she is.
Ranmo, having made it from the western borderlands to the capital, has found her dream of living in the city even more fulfilled. She feels like a fish in water. Her love of beauty remains unchanged. When she buys a piece of clothing, she searches every major clothing market in the city, determined to find something unforgettable, affordable, and of excellent quality.
Every time she walked around campus in her new outfit, she would turn heads. When she wore it to class for the first time, she had to be fifteen minutes late to enter the classroom and shout "report" loudly, which made the teacher stop teaching and the classmates stop taking notes, with all eyes fixed on her.
Amidst everyone's gazes, whispers, and admiration, she strode to her seat with her head held high, like a triumphant general, like a proud, colorful rooster. That was the effect she was going for. Her only criterion for buying clothes was that they would cause a sensation when she wore them. Hehe.
Whether a woman dresses up to please herself or pretends to be beautiful, in the past she would simply show it off to everyone without a specific target. But now that she has a specific target, she needs to pay more attention to her appearance. What are people like Zhu Lihua? They can't even appreciate her beauty, they're not even worthy of carrying her shoes.
It's just that the guy didn't seem to have ever specifically praised her beauty. He only called her "beautiful beauty" and "graceful and graceful." That's not bad, as long as he didn't say she was androgynous.
It’s not easy to see him recently, and it would seem a bit deliberate (suspicious) to go there wearing new clothes, not to mention that I have to go to school first.
No matter what, just remember your own beauty, be as beautiful as a flower. She twisted her waist more and more and walked charmingly on the road.
There was a boy in front of me who was also walking forward happily, and he seemed to be equally proud of his appearance and clothes.
When he heard footsteps and turned to see Ran Mo, he froze for a moment, clearly stunned by her beauty. A dark hue suddenly crossed his face. Perhaps he felt a little inferior because he was outshined by Ran Mo's beauty.
Ran Mo wanted to comfort him, but he turned and walked away quickly. Ran Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head. Why bother, fragile child! I didn't deliberately outshine you.
She was a compassionate person. She was always moved by the smallest things and the most insignificant scenes. Sometimes, when she saw a cyclist gliding by, she'd wonder what their real life was like. She looked like they might have trouble having sex, or their penis might be short and weak. It was truly sympathetic.
She always has these inexplicable, weird thoughts. Especially these days, she's been a little crazy and mad. I don't know what's going on. Who made her like this?
A line of lyrics suddenly popped up in my mind, "You're beautiful, what's so great about you being beautiful?" Humph, of course it's great.
In a flash, they arrived at school. When the classmates saw Ranmo's new clothes, they stared at her, as if to strip her naked with their eyes. But they didn't say much. Ranmo felt a little puzzled and unwilling.
Then came a clear noise in my ears, "This matter must be reported to the teacher, and this thief must be caught!"
Oh, there's something wrong. No wonder you didn't praise me. I understand. Wait, a thief? There are thieves in the school. Ranmo pricked up his ears to listen to the noise.
"What a beautiful pot of flowers it is! In other words, a bonsai. Surrounded by lush greenery and strange rocks, it looks like a small fairyland.
Thief, thief, how could you have the heart to steal this beauty? You have made us so heartbroken.
Qianru, the classmate who loves to show off his pedantic literary talent the most, made a poetic accusation.
Ranmo understood. A thief had stolen a beautiful bonsai tree from the school. Was that bonsai tree as beautiful as me? Ranmo pondered.
It's truly beautiful. It's like a miniature landscape. The meticulously crafted base, the lifelike rockery, the verdant leaves and moss, and the rising vapor from the bottom of the basin create a ethereal, misty feeling.
To create a beautiful classroom environment, the school asked each student to bring a pot of flowers from home and place them on the windowsill. The classroom was filled with a dazzling display of colorful flowers.
Don’t underestimate the embellishment of flowers and plants. In this Gobi town, it is decorated like a small garden.
Ranmo had some potted flowers at home, bought from the city. She picked out a pot of daffodils and placed them here. The light yellow petals and slender leaves were graceful and ethereal, giving them a fairy-like appearance.
She also really likes cyclamen. Its deep red petals and oval leaves give it a beautiful name, "Cyclamen flutters down," which perfectly suits her temperament. It's a shame this variety hadn't been imported yet.
The bonsai was brought by A-Tian. A-Tian's parents are very skilled in growing flowers and making bonsai. They are like exquisite works of art, standing out among the other potted flowers.
Every time the class held a flower competition, the flowers he brought always won first place. If he were a girl, everyone would probably call him the Oiran.