While I was racking my brains, she finally made herself clear: “Oh~~ Oh~~ Clark Owen?”

Chapter 005 The Desk in Front of Me

Clark Owen—considering how popular The Legend of the Condor Heroes is, I won’t bother introducing this name.

A lot of people have nicknames, and I’m no exception. I have many, and one of them is actually Clark Owen. To be honest, Clark Owen is one of the better-sounding nicknames I’ve ever had.

No wonder she looked so familiar!

Damn it, I knew I recognized her!

Slander, all slander—anyone who says I find every pretty girl familiar is just slandering me!

What was all that above? In the words of my elementary school Chinese teacher, that was my inner monologue!

My inner world was in turmoil; I wanted nothing more than to climb onto the airport roof and shout my innocence to the world.

Anyone who’s ever felt this kind of injustice knows what I mean—my emotions surged uncontrollably.

The answer was about to reveal itself!

There’s only one truth!

The flight attendant in front of me is definitely someone I know.

But now, there’s a problem.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t remember who she was.

Seeing how delighted she looked, I started to feel guilty and asked weakly, “And you are?”

“So it really is you?” Turns out she wasn’t sure if it was me either. After finally blurting out those four words with relief, she didn’t hold back and added five more: “Guess who I am?”

There are two questions I hate most in my life.

The first: “If your mom and I both fell into the water, who would you save first?”

The second: “Guess who I am?”

Any story related to these two questions is always full of blood, sweat, and tears.

So let’s not talk about that for now—those memories are too lonely. Let’s focus on the present.

I was stunned for a moment, then admitted, “I really can’t guess.”

“Think again?” She was persistent.

“I really can’t.” My heart was dead.

“I’m Jane Jenkins, do you remember me?”

She seemed genuinely worried I wouldn’t remember her, looking anxious as she spoke.

In that moment, I saw a kind of light in her eyes, and it made me space out right then and there.

People with the surname 冀 are rare; the only one I know is the Jane Jenkins standing in front of me.

During my school years, I followed the “encircle the cities from the countryside” route: from kindergarten to preschool, I was in a small mountain village; in second grade, I transferred to a small town; for high school, I went to a county seat; and it wasn’t until college that I made it to a place that could be called a big city.

I’ve basically lost touch with my elementary school classmates—I haven’t been back to that small town in over a decade. In contrast, I’m still very close with my high school friends; most of my best friends are from that time. My junior high years were more mediocre, and I only keep in touch with a few people from then.

There were four girls from my junior high days who left a deep impression on me.

The first was my senior. When I was in seventh grade, she was in ninth. The first time I ever touched a girl’s boobs was thanks to her enthusiastic support—because it was her I touched.

The second was a girl I liked since third grade, but she transferred schools in fourth grade. Later, I begged to transfer to her school, but my family completely ignored my request. Do you think I’m someone who gives up so easily? Of course not. So, a miracle happened: my grades shot up from the bottom of the class to the very top, and I got into the best junior high in town, reuniting with her at school. The only downside was that we weren’t in the same class, and even worse, we never ended up together. Every time I think of her, I remember that song “When the Dream Wakes”: You said you fell in love with someone you shouldn’t have, and your heart is full of scars...

The third girl used to be my best female friend. I thought we’d always be friends, but after something happened, we became enemies and never spoke again.

The fourth girl is the one in front of me now—Jane Jenkins.

I can honestly say, I’ve had female deskmates, but never a beautiful one.

Every time I sing “The Desk Next to You,” I feel a pang of regret. In my whole life, I’ve never had even the tiniest spark of a story with a pretty deskmate, so what’s the point of singing that song?

To make up for this regret, I thought hard and realized I once had a beautiful classmate who sat in front of me.

The so-called “front desk” means she sat at the desk right in front of mine.

From seventh to eighth grade, Jane Jenkins always sat in front of me.

Whenever I think of Jane Jenkins, I can’t help but burst into song. If the girl I had a crush on back then was the title track, then Jane Jenkins was the whole album—without her, the title track just wouldn’t be enough.

When the mountains have no edges, when the rivers cease to flow. When time stops and day and night are no more, when all things turn to nothing. Whenever I absentmindedly lifted my foot, I’d always end up kicking her in the butt.

Every time I held your hand, I never dared look into your eyes. I’d turn my dizzy head away, trying to look cool. Every time I kicked you, I never dared look at your reaction. I’d lower my shy face, but my eyes couldn’t help but be mischievous.