Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 565 Chance Encounter

The next day, Zhan Mengyan got up early. She quietly left a letter of introduction and a note on the most conspicuous shelf—"Dad, Mom, and Sister Yingying haven't woken up yet." She tiptoed out of the house, afraid of waking her family.

Zhan Mengyan left the village and got out of the car at the mud pit where she had fallen the night before, pushing the car straight there.

At this moment, a thin mist still shrouded the village, and the soft cracking of the ice on the river beside the village, mixed with a few birdsongs, sounded like nature tuning its instruments.

Zhan Mengyan shrank her neck, zipped up her coat to her chin, and tightened her scarf. The morning wind in March in the north still carried a razor-sharp chill.

A morning bike ride is an experience that awakens the mind and body, allowing you to immerse yourself in the tranquility and vitality of nature.

In the morning light, Zhan Mengyan danced with the first rays of sunlight. The cool morning breeze, carrying a crisp freshness, went straight into her nostrils, instantly waking her up to her very core.

The wheels measured the morning earth, Zhan Mengyan's clothes were heavy with the damp air, but it couldn't suppress the sense of freedom surging in her chest. She had gained a full sense of freedom. Look! Her tires gave the earth an abstract graffiti-like effect—two wet tire tracks measuring the morning temperature.

Zhan Mengyan rode along the road, breaking through the fog. Her eyelashes were covered with fine water droplets, even her vision was tinged with a gentle gray-blue hue. She held the handlebars with one hand, reaching out to catch the falling dewdrops. The coolness from her fingertips was more awakening to her weary soul than any alarm clock!

The sunlight was obscured by the fog, and Zhan Mengyan walked through the milky-white mist. The "ding-dong" of the bicycle bell startled a few early-rising sparrows, which fluttered away into the distant, hazy depths.

Suddenly, a mischievous gust of wind blew in, blowing away the veil of morning mist. A puddle poured out fragments of the sky, which, as the wheels turned, pieced together to form an ever-changing art installation.

Layers of morning mist, like nature's masterful brushstrokes, gently outline the minimalist yet mysterious contours of distant mountains and rivers. The distant peaks are shrouded in smoke, the mist shrouding the forest peaks; each day is a breathtakingly beautiful painting meticulously crafted by nature. The mist dances lightly among the distant mountains, like spirits whispering ancient and mysterious tales.

The morning mist was dreamlike and ethereal, veiling the distant view like a light gauze, making Zhan Mengyan feel as if she had stepped into a fairy tale world.

Finally, the morning light pierced through the thin mist and draped the earth in a soft golden veil, warm and dreamlike.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong..." A series of bicycle bells rang out behind Zhan Mengyan.

"Huh? What's this? There are other travelers like me on their way?"

As Zhan Mengyan thought to herself, she rode her bicycle to the side of the road and subconsciously looked back. The man also looked at her, and their eyes met.

"Zhan Mengyan! I've been following you for a long time, but seeing how engrossed you are, I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

The person speaking looked like a high school student; he was carrying a backpack, wearing a hat, and a mask, and his brows were full of energy.

"you are?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she carefully examined the other person.

"Take a good look at who I am!"

The male student removed his mask and hat while speaking.

"Yang Debao! Why are you riding a bicycle to school? Don't you live at school?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she looked at Yang Debao with a puzzled expression.

"I had something to do at home yesterday and took leave from school, so I'm only coming to school today. Luckily I took leave yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have run into you today. Sigh, it's such a pity that you have such good grades but didn't go to a top high school, and went to a regular high school instead."

Yang Debao looked regretful as he spoke.

"So what if you go to a top-tier high school? So what if you go to a regular high school? It's all the same which school you study at. Is going to a top-tier high school something to be proud of or outstanding about? The outcome will only be determined in the college entrance examination three years later!"