8. Passerby in Childhood
Dịch giả: 549690339
The arrival of the girl with white hair immediately drew everyone's gaze, making her the center of attention in the class.
That head of white hair was simply too eye-catching.
"Xiao Chen, her hair is so pretty, just like the snowflakes in winter,"
Shen Qinghan whispered into Lin Zichen's ear.
Lin Zichen had no time to care whether the white-haired girl's hair looked good or not.
At that moment, all his thoughts were focused on the faint non-human aura radiating from her.
Why would there be an aura that doesn't belong to a human?
Could she be a Genetic Integrator?
Or perhaps… the offspring of a Genetic Integrator?
Lin Zichen's mind was filled with countless thoughts.
In the days that followed, he kept an eye on the white-haired girl.
The white-haired girl was named Bai Xue.
The name was very common, but it matched her white hair quite well.
Several days had passed since she transferred to the school, and she never initiated conversation with anyone.
As soon as class ended, she would lie down on her desk, motionless.
She hardly ever went to the restroom either.
At the beginning, everyone was full of curiosity about her.
But as time went on, gradually they stopped paying so much attention to her.
The classroom returned to its usual calm.
Apart from the seemingly autistic white-haired girl in the corner, everything else was as it had always been.
That was until a month later.
The calm in the classroom was finally shattered.
The white-haired girl sitting in the corner often emitted an unpleasant smell.
It wasn't pungent, but if you got close, you would feel very uncomfortable.
Lin Zichen made a special observation and discovered that the white-haired girl gave off an odor because her skin secreted some white substance.
It wasn't clear what the substance was, it looked clean, but it smelled bad.
Because of the smell, the white-haired girl became unwelcome.
She started to be ostracized and mocked by her classmates.
Faced with this ostracism and mockery, the white-haired girl, from start to finish, didn't seem to care at all, and, as always, lay on the desk to sleep as soon as class ended.
Lin Zichen witnessed all this and was surprised by the girl's ability to endure, thinking she was mostly a dangerous person and was wary of her.
Until one day.
When a mischievous boy deliberately poured water on the white-haired girl's desk to prevent her from sleeping on it after class,
The girl, who had always been expressionless, suddenly couldn't hold back her tears.
They streamed down continuously.
She cried until her eyes became swollen.
Lin Zichen was shocked. The person he had always considered to be dangerous was crying?
Meanwhile, Shen Qinghan couldn't stand to watch anymore. Remembering when she was first bullied by classmates in kindergarten, she turned to Lin Zichen and said:
"Xiao Chen, Bai Xue looks so pitiful. Should we go help her?"
"Yes."
Lin Zichen replied without hesitation.
He didn't know the details about the white-haired girl and couldn't understand what her situation was.
All he knew was that she didn't seem to be the dangerous person he had imagined; she was more like a self-isolated little girl who had cried because of bullying by her classmates.
"Guan Chun, wipe the water off Bai Xue's desk."
Lin Zichen walked over to the mischievous boy and stopped in front of him, speaking to him in an indifferent tone.
Extremely calm.
So calm that there was not a single ripple.
However, the mischievous boy was so frightened that he hurriedly took one of his books, using it like a tissue, and quickly wiped the water off the white-haired girl's desk.
He was too afraid of Lin Zichen and dreaded upsetting this well-respected figure known for both scholarly and physical prowess at school.
It wasn't just the students in the class who were afraid of Lin Zichen, even the sixth graders were scared of him.
Every student at Sunshine Primary School had witnessed Lin Zichen's feats during the sports festival and knew how strong his body was, so no one dared to offend him.
"Those who have bullied Bai Xue before, come and apologize to her now."
Lin Zichen looked around the class and directed his words to everyone his gaze fell upon.
As soon as the words had been spoken, the students who had bullied the girl with white hair all came forward to apologize to her of their own accord.
Some simply said they were sorry.
Some offered their snacks as an apology.
Whether sincere or not, each person apologized to the girl with white hair.
Faced with so many apologies, the girl with white hair felt overwhelmed and for a moment forgot to cry.
After everyone had finished apologizing,
Qinghan walked up and stopped beside the girl with white hair, turned around, and said to the class, "From now on, no one is allowed to bully Bai Xue. She's our classmate, and we should all be friends with her."
With Lin Zichen there, nobody dared not to listen to Qinghan's words.
From that moment on, nobody in the class dared to bully the girl with white hair again.
"Thank you, thank you all..."
The girl with white hair whispered her thanks to Lin Zichen and Qinghan through her tears, her voice barely audible.
Qinghan smiled and said, "No need to thank us; we're classmates. We should help each other."
Zi Chen didn't say anything but handed a tissue to the girl with white hair.
The girl took the tissue, timidly raised her head to glance at Zi Chen, and engraved his features deep into her heart.
...
After that day,
Qinghan began to approach the girl with white hair of her own initiative, wanting to befriend her.
She would share anything tasty or fun with the girl right away.
And even introduced her to Lin Zichen.
Saying that from now on, the three of them would play together and become the best trio of friends in the class.
Qinghan was so earnest because she herself had been ostracized before and felt compassion for the girl with white hair who had experienced the same.
The girl with white hair was amazed by this and spoke meekly, "I smell so bad, aren't you going to dislike me for that?"
Ever since she could remember, she had been shunned and disliked by her peers.
Now, meeting Qinghan and Lin Zichen, who were willing to be friends with her felt surreal, as if she were dreaming.
Qinghan took the girl with white hair's hand and said earnestly, "We won't dislike you. We'll always be good friends."
After receiving Qinghan's response, the girl with white hair looked humbly at Lin Zichen, valuing his opinion and anxious to hear his answer.
"Same for me,"
Zi Chen said simply.
Feeling moved, the girl with white hair took off the pair of animal teeth she had been wearing around her neck, placed one in each of their hands, and said with little confidence,
"Han Han, Xiao Chen, you've both been giving me tasty and fun things. I also want to give you something."
"These animal teeth were a birthday gift from my mom last year, and now I give them to you, hoping you won't mind."
"And, I hope... I hope we can always and forever be good friends."
"Yeah, we'll always be good friends," responded Qinghan, accepting the animal teeth with a smiling face.
Afterward, looking at the two of them, she suggested, "Let's hook our fingers and make a promise, the one that lasts for a hundred years without change."
Soon, on the playground of Sunshine Primary School, the slightly childish voices of the three could be heard.
"Hook the finger..."
"Hang on tight..."
"A hundred years, no changes allowed!"
...
The next day, the girl with white hair transferred out of school.
Qinghan was completely stunned when she heard the news, not understanding what had happened at all.
On the day the girl with white hair transferred, Lin Zichen saw a tall man accompany her into the dean's office.
He had a vivid memory of the man.
Because the man's arms, half his chest, and neck were all made of an alloy.
He seemed to be a Mechanically Modified Human.
Because of this, Lin Zichen realized that the identity of the girl with white hair might not be simple.
Nonetheless, he didn't dwell on it too much.
After all, the girl with white hair had already moved away, and perhaps they would never meet again in this lifetime.
She would only become a passerby in their childhood.
...
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