On the day students chose their academic track in their second year of high school, Jiang Xining transferred from No. 1 High School to No. 3 High School and sat beside Shen Zhishui.
She slept through class and ranked first in the grade on monthly exams. She borrowed the old bus ticket from Shen Zhishui's tin box for a day. When she returned it, someone had retraced the pencil writing on the back.
Shen Zhishui's family ran a breakfast shop on Jiefang Road. Her father's cargo truck had overturned on the highway. She never said a word about any of it. Jiang Xining didn't ask. She simply signed Shen Zhishui's name on the tardiness sheet three times, in handwriting even more convincing than her own.
The day the photo from the rooftop spread throughout the grade, Jiang Xining told the whole class, "There's nothing between us."
After the final exams, Jiang Xining said at the stairwell, "I'm not coming back next semester."
Jiang Xining laughed so hard, I thought it was some kind of urban anthropomorphic novel
Is it be or he?