On Thursday, nothing special happened at school. It was just that Zhuang Ni and Gong CaiCai's blackboard paper got third place in the preliminary evaluation.
If judged by artistic standards, Zhuang Ni's starry sky blackboard paper was definitely at the level of a professional artist. It was much better than the other classes. Even Gong CaiCai's English calligraphy was of a high grade and could be called a work of art.
However, according to the school's original intention, the blackboard newspaper, especially for the third year of junior high, was to encourage everyone to study hard and prepare for the high school entrance examination. It would be best if it could make everyone repent and cry bitterly, hug the teacher's thigh and cry, "Teacher, what should I do, Teacher!" and so on.
Therefore, Zhuang Ni and Gong CaiCai's pure artistic collaboration only got third place out of the six classes. This was also an expected result.
The class leader was slightly disappointed because our class's blackboard paper didn't get first place.
"Is it really that important to you to be acknowledged by the vulgar public?" Zhuang Ni said to the class leader with a sneer, "Actually, I can also appeal to the school's leaders and draw a 'normal' version. The price is just letting me kiss your face …"
"I'd rather let Xiao Qin be in charge of our class's blackboard paper than let you kiss my face." The class leader decisively rejected Zhuang Ni's request.
"Okay, okay!" When Xiao Qin heard this, she excitedly said, "I'll do my best to draw up the blackboard! And I'll definitely appeal to the leaders and draw portraits of the school leaders all over the blackboard paper! "
Stop it! Are you sure the school leaders will be happy if they find out their names are under sprouted potatoes? If you're in charge of the blackboard paper, then class 3-3 will always be at the bottom of the rankings!
Xiao Qin was still being led by the nose by the "girly" plan. She racked her brains to find ways to increase her stars on the leaderboard. After participating in the radio gymnastics, she received another silver star. Conservatively speaking, as long as I add the fixed silver star income from tomorrow's radio gymnastics, she would have five gold stars, which would be enough for me to buy her a phone.
During breaks, the students discussed all sorts of topics. As a sci-fi enthusiast, Niu ShiLi and the three girls started a heated debate about the Korean TV series' You From the Star '.
"Hmph, the core setting of 'You From the Star' was heavily plagiarized from the 2007 Hollywood low-budget sci-fi film 'This Man From Earth'! You even imitated my name! "
"Hey hey, if you don't want to look, then don't look. What about us? Besides, The Star's plot isn't important at all. What's important is the adorable and stupid female lead and the professor! "
"Yes, yes! Niu ShiLi, mind your own business! The professor is so handsome! "
"Handsome my ass!" Niu ShiLi widened his eyes. "The male lead of The Star looks exactly like Little Shenyang! And his eyes aren't even as big as Little Shenyang! "
"Bastard! How dare you insult my idol! Sisters, let's beat him up! "
The three girls attacked Niu ShiLi's head together. Although Niu ShiLi was strong, he was too embarrassed to fight back against girls. He could only suffer in silence.
Getting into a fight over a celebrity you like is really stupid …
After escaping from death in Emerald Pine Mountain, I had matured in many aspects. I would no longer quarrel or even fight over people who had nothing to do with me.
When I was in first year, a boy in the neighboring class said that Cheng Long, whose real name was Fang Shilong, had a messy private life. He even wrote those three words on the blackboard in our class. I was so angry that I picked up the blackboard and threw it at his head. Now that I think about it, it was really childish.
In captain Guo SongTao's class, it was said that there was a fight over whether Yang Mi's feet smelled or not, and a classmate was sent to the hospital. I don't know if the 'feet smelled' party won, or the 'feet smelled' party won.
When everyone recalls it years later, it will definitely be a dark history, right?
The class leader was especially busy that day. If it wasn't a classmate looking for her, then it was a teacher looking for her. I wanted to speak to her alone and ask her what her mother wanted to talk about when she invited me over, but I couldn't find a suitable opportunity.
Time flew by, and soon it was time for school to end. I regretted putting all my eggs in one basket. I only wanted to understand the situation from the class leader and didn't ask Shu Zhe.
Xiao Qin became very busy ever since she started serializing 《Cthulhu Also Wants to Fall in Love》. She said she had to hurry home to finish the manuscript for the sixth chapter, so she hurriedly left school with her backpack.
Not long after, other than the student on duty, there was only me and the class leader left in the classroom. It seemed like we were both waiting for the other to leave first.
I'm a mature youth who won't be angered by the three words' Fang Shilong ', so I felt like I should take the initiative.
"Aren't you going home?" I carried my backpack diagonally and walked to the back door of the classroom. When I passed by the class leader's seat, I looked at her long black hair and casually asked her.
"Let's go now." The class leader used a similar tone to me and answered casually. Then, she picked up her bag and left the classroom one after the other.
The two of us walked in the hallway, but we didn't walk side by side. Instead, we maintained a certain distance.
In the '100 Rules Against Intimate Contact between Boys and Girls', it seems like there's a rule that says' Boys and girls can't be less than 50cm apart '. I'm not sure who the class leader is trying to show off, is she afraid of getting points deducted?
The atmosphere was strange as we left the school together. We didn't say a single word along the way, as if we just happened to be going the same way.
When the class leader went to the bike shed to get her bike, I waited at the corner of the courtyard wall. It was also the place where I acted like a hoodlum and stopped the class leader from riding her bike home. It felt a bit weird.
After a while, the class leader returned with her bike. Her eyes swept across my face, but she didn't ask me to walk with her. She didn't jump on the seat either, but she slowly pushed the bike towards the small road …
I tactfully followed from behind, but I didn't get too close. It was as if the class leader was just going to the bike repair shop at the end of the road to fix her bike, and I also happened to be going there to take care of something.
We walked a few streets in silence, and the students from 28 Middle could no longer be seen. In front of us was a small temple surrounded by a grey wall.
"Have you seen the Cat Tyrant here?" I broke the unbearable silence, "The old cat that lasted 20 seconds under your hunter's aura?"
The class leader subconsciously looked up at the wall after I mentioned it, but she was a bit disappointed when she didn't see the Cat Tyrant.
From the looks of it, the only dog that could become the class leader's pet is Obama, and the only cats that could become the class leader's pet are the Cat Tyrant, the leader of the stray cats, and a kitten that looks similar to the Cat Tyrant. (This kitten once broke into 28 Middle, but the class leader used her skirt to protect it from the vicious hands of the head teacher.)
"I just found out my mom invited you to my house …" The class leader said to me.
"Yeah." I didn't know how to respond and I kicked a pebble on the side of the road.
"Xiao Zhe, I think he said something to my mom behind my back. I don't know what my mom wants to talk about today …"
"Is there anything I need to pay attention to? For example, which celebrity does your mother like? Which celebrity does she hate? What if I say something bad about a celebrity? What if something unpleasant happens … "
"My mom isn't that childish." The class leader glared at me while maintaining a straight line on her bicycle.
The journey didn't seem that long after we started talking. We quickly arrived at the class leader's house. The class leader parked her bicycle and led the way.
I actually didn't need to lead the way. I've been going to the class leader's house a lot lately, and even her neighbors found me familiar. She no longer acted like I was a thief when she saw me.
I was planning on buying a watermelon as a greeting gift when we passed by the fruit stand, but the class leader stopped me. She said her mom clearly said she didn't want me to buy anything.
Whatever, I'll come empty-handed. It's not like carrying a watermelon is a big deal anyway.
As soon as I walked into the class leader's living room, I smelled a delicious aroma. If it wasn't my favorite potato beef stew, what else could it be?
The class leader's mom personally cooked. She prepared four dishes and one soup, including potato beef stew. There were meat and vegetables, and it was nutritionally balanced.
Madam Lin Yumeng was wearing casual home clothes. She didn't have a single trace of the smell of cooking. She still appeared noble and elegant, as if the dishes on the table were made by magic.
I noticed an unusual phenomenon.
Shu Zhe wasn't home.
His mom was going to fly back to Shanghai tomorrow, but Shu Zhe chose this time to visit his uncle's house. I don't rule out the possibility that it was arranged by the class leader's mom.
Is there something she can't say in front of Shu Zhe? She can't say it in front of her own son, but she wants to say it to an outsider?
In order to not let the food get cold, I was directly invited to the dining table. I felt an indescribable pressure as I sat across from the class leader and her mother at the table for four people.
"Mom, I think you put too much cream in the broccoli soup …"
The class leader frowned after tasting a mouthful of the golden soup.
"Don't worry." Madam Lin Yumeng waved her hands, "You might not like it, but Ye Lin might like it. Just give it to him."
Then, he scooped a bowl for me. Together with the bowl I already had, they looked like a pair of brothers in hardship.
"Sigh, I've been busy with research and haven't cooked much, so I'm a bit rusty." Lin Yumeng laughed at herself, then she filled a third bowl of broccoli soup with too much cream.
"Don't laugh at me if the food I made today isn't good enough, eat more!"
I couldn't bear to refuse her beautiful and kind smile.
It was hard to refuse, so I braced myself and drank the broccoli soup in front of me. I felt the sweetness in my throat and the cream wasn't just a little bit too much.
"Is it good?" Lin Yumeng slightly widened her gentle eyes, "You drink it really quickly! Shasha's dad doesn't really like it. He said my broccoli soup is the worst out of all the dishes I've learned … "
As I said that, I filled the bowl that I had just emptied at lightning speed. Of course, I used the incomparably sweet broccoli soup.
What's going on? Why do I feel the malice of this world? Although the class leader's mom always maintained a smile, it seems like she doesn't really like me!
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