In Song Qinghuan's impression, Si Xiangbei was definitely not like Si Jianan.
The Si Xiangbei in her memory was short, slight, skinny and dark, like a tall corn stalk that swayed with every breath of wind.
When others were playing, he was reading. When others were making a fuss, he was reading. Even when others were reading, he was still reading.
As a result, his grades were exceptionally good, the best in the class.
However, not a single classmate liked him, nor did anyone want to share a desk with him.
This troubled the teacher greatly, and she called each student into the office one by one to ask who would be willing to sit with Si Xiangbei.
But everyone avoided him, even from afar, because he always had a strange smell about him.
Only later did Song Qinghuan find out that he had no parents. His grandmother had raised him, and as she got older and her health declined, he had to pick up garbage and sell recycled items every day before and after school to pay his own tuition.
