It was already half past ten when the fourth evening self-study session ended. Ben Song called Caleb Wu in the group and asked him if he wanted to go and enjoy the midnight snack specially provided by the cafeteria for senior high school students. Caleb Wu replied after a while and said yes.
After he finished speaking, he tagged Alex again, "Be careful, Zhu Chacha was mad at you, and he went back to his class and threw a tantrum, calling out those people who usually hang out with us and scolding them one by one, and even asked them to stay behind to do duty, Ian Chen and the others were among them."
Alex sneered at the message.
After rebirth, some people and things have indeed changed, but Zhu Chacha has really not changed at all. She taught Ye Si for a year before, and Ye Si had long seen through this woman's hypocrisy and bullying.
Alex replied coldly: "It's none of my business if it's a mad woman throwing a tantrum."
Ye Si put his phone in his trouser pocket and found that David He had just finished reading a comic book. He peeled off the cover of the "Physics Competition Question Bank" from the comic book, took out a new comic book from the desk, and put the cover back on.
...
Yes Si was really convinced. This guy's pretending skills had reached perfection and were ingrained in his bones, so that his every move could naturally and unintentionally reveal his godly aura.
"Are you having a midnight snack?" Yes asked.
David He shook his head and stood up, "One of my roommates stayed up all night yesterday, and we promised him that we could go home early today so as not to disturb his sleep."
"Oh." Ye Si didn't live on campus, so he didn't know much about the dormitory culture. He picked up his empty bag and walked out, and suddenly remembered something, "Do you live in the third dormitory too?"
"Yes." David He said, "All the boys in the third year of high school live in the third dormitory, because the third dormitory is closest to the teaching building and the bathing garden, which is convenient."
"Then Henry Wen..." Yesun paused and lowered his voice, "Do you know what's going on between him and Ian Chen?"
"I know." David He said calmly, "They were originally in the same room. Ian Chen was annoying him, so he told the general affairs teacher that he would be transferred to another dormitory and would switch with someone in our room."
"But Ian Chen was not satisfied and insisted that he get out of Sansu completely." Yes Si said.
David He nodded, "Yes."
"What a Fcuking inhuman." Ben Song cursed beside him, and then asked, "Why did they have a conflict? Do you know the cause?"
David He was silent for half a second, then shook his head, "I don't know."
Ye Si looked at him, said nothing, and just kicked Ben Song, "Let's go, finish your supper early and go back early, it will be difficult for me to take a taxi if it's too late."
"Oh, sure." Ben Song nodded. Before leaving, he saw the tissue on David He's desk and said, "Lend me a piece of paper, Xueshen. I need to wipe my phone screen."
David He hummed, and before he reached out his hand, he quickly pulled out two tissues from the tissue box and handed the second one over. He crumpled the first one and threw it into the trash can in the corridor.
Ben Song wiped his glasses, rolled up the tissue and threw it in the trash can, but unfortunately he failed to show off and it didn't go in. He had no choice but to go over again, stick his B*tt out, pick it up and put it manually into the trash can.
David He pinched another small ear on the new piece of paper and continued to pack up.
There is a street outside the west gate of Yingzhong, with all kinds of snacks and milk tea shops on it. There is also a "Rushi Bookstore" on the corner of the street, which is open 24 hours a day and mainly sells teaching aids and youth reading materials. There is a large study room inside, where many students do their homework after school and on weekends.
The boss of Rushi is a young man in his thirties, whose name is unknown, so everyone calls him Shige. Ye Si has a good relationship with Shige, because in his first year of high school, he was harassed by a few gangsters and beaten up at the door of Rushi. Shige took off his glasses and rolled up his sleeves to help him.
Alex was shocked and developed a friendship with the bookstore.
After having supper, I came out at 11:30. The whole street was basically dark, and only the Rushi Bookstore was still filled with warm yellow light. Under the chandelier at the door, a few impulsive little insects were flying around, banging their heads against the light bulb.
Alex walked in with an empty schoolbag on his back. The wind chimes at the door rang. Shi Ge looked up at him from behind the cashier's desk and hesitated for a moment, "That."
Alex was about to go in, but was stopped by his two words. He turned around and asked, "Huh?"
Shi Ge said, "Don't stay here. I sprained my ankle today and don't want to tidy up the bookshelf and the table."
Yes was confused for a while before he realized what was going on. He yelled, "I'm not here to fight!"
"Then what are you doing here?" Shi Ge subconsciously glanced at the dark street outside the door, a little worried, "Don't tell me someone is chasing you again. I'm really tired today. Alas, I can't help you."
"Go away." Alex strode inside, "I'm here to buy books!"
"Why don't you say you're here to lay eggs?" Shi Ge yawned and said perfunctorily: "It's more credible."
The study area is large, but the book area is crowded. Yes had to lean sideways to stand between two rows of bookshelves. Exercise books and teaching aids for various subjects were piled together. At first glance, they were colorful and heavy, confusing.
Alex looked at it for a while, then shouted at the top of his voice, "Brother Shi!"
"What?" Shi Ge yawned as he lay behind the cash register.
"What exercise books should I buy?" Yes hesitated, "Which ones are the most popular?"
Shi Ge sighed, finally pushed the stool away and limped over. Ye Si looked down at him and saw that his ankle was fine, not swollen or bandaged. It seemed that he was limping just because of pretense.
"Wang Houxiong, Xue Jinxing, Wu San, Qingqiao Du Guan, these are all selling well." Shi Ge patted on a few piles of exercise books, like a watermelon seller, and asked Alex, "Who uses it?"
"Myself." Alex glanced at the ones he had just pointed out and nodded, "Are there any basic ones, textbook explanations?"
Shi Ge didn't say anything, but kicked out another pile of books from under the bookshelf, the "Complete Solution to High School Textbooks" series.
"Sure." Yes Sishu said, "This, and the ones you just mentioned, Chinese, math, English, and science, I want them all."
... Shi Ge stopped yawning, looked at him through his glasses, and asked again, "Who needs it?"
"Me." Alex replied with his eyes wide open.
"Are you going to take them to the Academic Affairs Office and burn them for fun?" Shi Ge sighed, quickly packed up the thirty or so exercise books that Alex wanted, tied them into two piles with ropes, and picked up the two piles of exercise books with his strong and thin arms and walked towards the cashier counter as if they were floating.
Yes was too lazy to talk nonsense, "How much?"
Brother Shi took out his calculator, reset it to zero, then added and multiplied, beeped for a long time, and reset it to zero again.
He yawned and said, "I'm too sleepy to figure it out. You can give it to me as you see fit."
Yess was convinced and scanned the code to transfer all the money in his balance. "That's all. Is that enough? If not, I'll transfer some more from my card."
Shi Ge took a look and said, "It seems that we don't need so much."
"It's okay." Alex picked up two piles of books, "I'll come to your place to fight next time."
...
Yes Si was waiting for a bus at the street corner with a book in his hand. The driver took the wrong road. He waited for a while and hesitated whether to go back to the house and wait. When he turned around, he saw the study room he had not entered just now through the glass window.
Shi Ge brought a drink inside and saw a boy lying on the table sobbing as if he was crying.
Yes Si took a look and felt that the man looked familiar, so he moved to the side and saw the face clearly.
Isn't this Henry Wen? She didn't dare to go back to the dormitory in the middle of the night, and cried in the bookstore, making Shi Ge confused.
Ye Si curled his lips speechlessly and turned his head to look at Shi Ge.
I really was pretending to be lame just now, ah Xi.
The next morning, Ye Si ran into the teaching building as the bell rang, then ran up to the third floor as Hu Xiujie shouted and cursed, and rushed to the back door.
He Zhengzhen was standing there holding the test paper. He looked helpless when he saw him come in, so he stepped aside. Ye Si supported himself on the table and jumped in.
"Yes, why are you late again?" Lao Qin tapped the podium with the blackboard eraser, raising a cloud of chalk dust, and threw the thing away, frowning and saying, "I just emphasized the issue of lateness yesterday. Look at you, you don't even wear your school uniform, you can't even open your eyes, and there's smoke coming out of your head. What were you doing last night?"
"Teacher, I stayed up late to study." Yes Si said listlessly, and it seemed that there was a trailing shadow when he looked at the podium. "Don't waste time, I am almost dying from studying so hard."
The people in front of him laughed quietly, and Lao Qin was so angry that he glared, "If I believed your nonsense, I would have been a teacher for nothing for so many years."
Although he was cursing, he still reached into his bag and took out two chocolates, and asked the person in front to pass them to Alex for breakfast. As soon as Alex took it and hadn't had time to tear it open, Lao Qin said, "David He, sit down first. Alex will read your composition first. Sober up before eating."
Oh. I give up.
Ye Si had no choice but to go to the desk and look through the classroom, and barely pulled out his own composition that only scored 38 points.
David He sat down and Ye Si stood up. When they passed each other, their arms rubbed against each other. Ye Si lowered his head and saw David He's composition. It was 48 points, not much higher than his own.
"Read it." Lao Qin said seriously, "Everyone listen carefully, don't fall asleep."
Yes sighed and began to read his own work.
"Regret, by Yes."
Some people started laughing just by hearing this sentence. Yes Si kicked the trembling fat boy in front of him and continued reading.
"When I think back to my glorious past, I don't really have any regrets. But there is one thing that bothers me, and it taught me a lesson: to root out the problem at its root. It helped me avoid getting into fights again in the next ten years, and I was less likely to be called to school by my parents."
The audience burst into laughter, and those who were sleeping on the desks woke up from their laughter. Lao Qin patted the desk and said, "What are you laughing at? Listen carefully! This is a summary, and there is room for you to learn from it!"
The audience laughed even louder.
Ye Si's essays usually don't have 800 words, but he wrote a lot in this one, mainly summarizing the lessons learned from letting the tiger go back to the mountains, and also wrote a lot of inspirations for fighting. After listening to him read the lesson, Lao Qin asked him to sit down, not daring to let the students hear other strange things.
The class couldn't stop laughing, so Lao Qin had to turn on the microphone and said, "Why did I let Alex read his composition? First, this article is indeed worth learning. It starts with a brief narrative, followed by a clear list of arguments and inspirations, and the structure is very clean. And Alex wrote 847 words in this article! 847, what does this mean? It means that no matter who you are, as long as you carefully think about the topic and combine it with your sincere emotions, 800 words is actually very easy to break through. How come some people can't write anymore after only 500 or 600 words?"
The laughter almost drowned out the sound from the microphone, so Lao Qin had no choice but to use the little-used pointer to tap the blackboard, "Okay, David He, stand up and read your composition."
The classroom finally quieted down, and Lao Qin continued, "Student David He's essay has a clear structure, fluent writing, and rigorous wording. It is an excellent college entrance examination essay. I am letting you listen to this essay, firstly for daily learning, and secondly, I hope that everyone will discuss the purpose of this essay later, and why such an excellent essay only got 48 points.
Yes broke off a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth expressionlessly, and stopped yawning.
David He stood up, his tone as calm as ever.
"Regret, David He."
"I used to be paranoid and frivolous and thought that I knew what the best solution for life was. If someone asked me if I regretted anything, I would answer, never."
Yes's back stiffened, and the hard chocolate that had not yet completely melted scratched across his throat, sweet and burning. He looked up at David He, who was calmly reading his composition, his dark eyes were deep, and his eyelashes were drawn down, covering up the emotions surging in his eyes.
It seems that this brother has matured much more than in his previous life.
Ye Si thought, if he hadn’t asked Sha Diao, he would really suspect that this brother was also reborn.
"Every life has an optimal solution, but there are countless lives in the world. This is what I thought later." David He continued to read, "Among the millions of lives, if you have not tried another possibility, you are not qualified to make a conclusion without regrets."
The classroom was quiet. Everyone was listening to David He reading his composition. Some people even took out their notebooks to write down David He's key arguments and organize the structure of his composition.
David He read his composition for five minutes, and after he sat down, the students began to discuss it lively. Some said that David He's composition had a unique calmness of a great god, while others said that the idea was indeed a bit strange, and it was hard to say whether it was biased or not.
Yes did not participate in the discussion. He pulled out a piece of paper from the desk, scribbled a few words on it and pushed it over.
"Do you have a secret?"
David He paused his pen on the paper. "Comic books. What about you?"
The note was pushed back, and Ye Si looked at the words and felt that they looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where the familiarity came from. He glanced at David He and patted his bulging schoolbag.
"I bought a lot of exercise books yesterday. If you keep it a secret for me, I won't report your comic books."
After Alex finished writing it, he felt that this conversation was so Fcuking childish.
But after reading it, David He smiled instead, then folded the irregular piece of paper that Alex had torn casually, folded it into the size of his palm, and neatly put it into the comic book.
"Wipe it." David He said, taking out a tissue with small ears folded on it and handing it over, pointing at the chocolate on Yes's fingertips.
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