Meng Jinxia took the initiative for the first time in class to help Song Zhirang.

For us, English was probably the easiest subject.

Since the age of two, we had several resident English tutors at home, and all daily communication was conducted in English.

From grammar to pronunciation, everything was as impeccable as a British noble. It was one of our essential skills.

That day, the English teacher called on Song Zhirang to read a passage. As soon as he stood up and made the first sound, there was a commotion from the students. It continued until he was halfway through, and finally, someone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Undeniably, he had excellent grades, but he probably hadn't received systematic education. His pronunciation was awkward, and he felt embarrassed.

The laughter seemed contagious, gradually becoming louder and louder, until Song Zhirang stood there, no longer making any sound.

The English teacher was also somewhat helpless, asking him to sit down and then trying to change the topic.

After class, Wang Wei deliberately walked up to Song Zhirang, imitating his pronunciation and conversing with his companions in English.

His imitation was so vivid that everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

Song Zhirang sat in his seat, lowered his head, and his bangs fell down. I looked at him from the side, unable to see his expression, but his silhouette was thin, with a restrained emotion in his shoulders.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt somewhat disinterested.

I wanted to call out to Wang Wei and ask him not to bully the new classmate, but before I could speak, Meng Jinxia, who usually didn't like to meddle, took action first.

She was originally sleeping on her desk, but when she heard Wang Wei's mocking, she straightened up expressionlessly and picked up the "Harry Potter" book in front of her. She tapped the desk with the thick cover, making a clear thud sound.

She looked at Wang Wei coldly, who was mocking Song Zhirang, and coldly said, "Shut up, you're so noisy."

Meng Jinxia had always been like a little princess adored by everyone in the class.

Wang Wei's smile froze on his face, and the class fell into silence.

My gaze fell on Meng Jinxia, paused for a moment, and then I looked at Wang Wei, smiling gently, breaking the awkward silence. I said, "Wang Wei, class is about to start."

Wang Wei turned back to me and made a gesture to keep quiet, nodded, and led his companion back to his seat, saying, "I know."

I glanced at Song Zhirang from the corner of my eye. He turned his head and looked at Meng Jinxia attentively, speaking softly to her.

I think he was probably expressing his gratitude.

But Meng Jinxia's expression was indifferent, showing no emotional response.

Later, after finishing lunch, I encountered Song Zhirang again in the library.

The library was the least crowded at noon because most people were eating, sleeping, or discussing the latest gossip.

He sat in a concealed corner by the window, and I heard him struggling to practice his accent with a small player.

I didn't pay much attention and prepared to sleep on the other side.

Until I saw Meng Jinxia.

She still had a carefree and beautiful appearance, holding her English original version of "Harry Potter" and walking in. She walked all the way to Song Zhirang and stopped by his side.

She stood next to Song Zhirang and said, "Practicing like this won't help you."

As she spoke, she casually sat down next to Song Zhirang, opened her copy of "Harry Potter," and pointed to a sentence, saying, "Read this sentence for me."

Encouraged by her, Song Zhirang took a long time to read the sentence bit by bit in a soft voice.

"ey might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness."

Meng Jinxia pointed her finger at "drifting," and I heard her patiently teaching Song Zhirang how to pronounce it in a beautiful British accent.

The library was quiet, and sunlight poured in through the huge windows, revealing tiny specks of golden dust floating in the air. The two figures, bathed in the warm sunlight, were engrossed in their conversation.

I couldn't help but smile. Meng Jinxia, who always seemed aloof and distant, had unexpectedly taken the initiative to help Song Zhirang improve his English pronunciation.

From that day on, I noticed a change in Song Zhirang. He became more confident and started participating actively in English class. His pronunciation improved significantly, and he no longer felt embarrassed when reading aloud.

Meng Jinxia continued to assist him, patiently correcting his mistakes and providing guidance. They often spent time together in the library, discussing English literature and practicing pronunciation.

Their friendship blossomed, and the two of them seemed to understand each other without needing many words. Meng Jinxia's cold exterior melted away when she was with Song Zhirang, and she revealed a warm and caring side that surprised everyone.

As for me, I found myself admiring Meng Jinxia even more. Her act of kindness and empathy towards Song Zhirang showed a depth of character that I hadn't fully realized before.

Over time, the laughter and mockery directed at Song Zhirang faded away. The class grew to appreciate his efforts and progress in English, and they recognized the positive influence Meng Jinxia had on him.

Their story became an inspiration for all of us. It taught us the importance of compassion, understanding, and reaching out to those in need.

As the days went by, Song Zhirang's English skills continued to improve, and he eventually became one of the top students in our class. Meng Jinxia's role in his transformation was undeniable.

Their friendship lasted beyond that school year, and even after we graduated, they remained close. They continued to support and encourage each other in their respective pursuits.

Looking back, I realized that sometimes a simple act of kindness could have a profound impact on someone's life. Meng Jinxia's decision to help Song Zhirang not only changed his academic performance but also boosted his confidence and self-esteem.

Their story reminded me of the power we all have to make a difference in someone's life, no matter how small the gesture may seem.

And as for Meng Jinxia, she taught me that beneath a reserved exterior, there could be a kind and compassionate heart, waiting for the right moment to shine.

I will always remember the day when Meng Jinxia took the initiative to help Song Zhirang, as it was a turning point not only for them but also for our entire class.