On the internet, people often commemorate their childhoods. Chen Bing, a young man from a small town who was one of them, found himself back 24 years ago, in the small town of his birth, after his ...
"Chen Bing?"
During online classes together, Shang Yunmiao, who was always very serious and never chatted with me, suddenly turned around and called out my name.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Chen Bing tilted her head, expressing her confusion about this unusual situation.
"You were just..." Xiao Shang's cheeks flushed red, as if she had something difficult to say. After hesitating for a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked softly, "Were you looking at my feet the whole time?"
!!
I'm innocent! I really didn't do it today.
For some reason, Chen Bing felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything. She could only remain silent, which was an admission that she had been watching Xiao Shang's feet.
No, I didn't.
"You like it that much? Then...then..." Shang Yunmiao seemed to be about to say something incredible, but Chen Bing's ears went dead at that moment, and she could no longer hear a sound.
In his desperation, Chen Bing disregarded his own deafness and stared intently at the girl's mouth, trying to read her lips.
Surprisingly, he actually read it aloud. Shang Yunmiao's words were clearly... what was it again?
But not understanding doesn't matter, because Shang Yunmiao immediately demonstrated what she had just said with her actions...
Wow!
Because the turn of events was so bizarre, Chen Bing was suddenly awakened from her sleep. After a moment of stunned silence, Chen Bing reached into the blankets.
Yes, the sensation from his fingertips confirmed that he was right; that was exactly what it was.
With mixed feelings, Chen Bing tidied up the messy scene, then sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing her forehead.
I'm so pathetic. I even had a wet dream about my classmate, Xiao Shang. And to make matters worse, it was the same thing. I'm speechless. If someone who didn't know better saw this, they'd think I, the dignified Mr. Chen, was a pervert.
Hmm... But, well...
Oh no, what am I thinking? I don't want to think about it anymore.
Coming to her senses, Chen Bing glanced at the time and realized it was only a little past five o'clock.
It was still early, but not early enough to warrant another nap. Turning back, Chen Bing decided to go for a morning run. She had originally planned to go for a run with Xiao Shang yesterday, but a few minor mishaps prevented them from doing so.
After changing into suitable sportswear and shoes, Chen Bing began her morning run around the entire neighborhood.
One lap, two laps, three laps... After running five laps, it was about five kilometers. When he finished and looked at his watch, he realized that it had taken Chen Bing a full half hour to run those five kilometers.
Sigh... Looks like I'm really useless now. I haven't exercised in so long, and my body has become so weak.
Feeling refreshed after exercising, Chen Bing returned home, took a long and enjoyable shower, and then sat back on her bed.
Oh, and I should wash the sheets and clothes, otherwise it just feels uncomfortable.
The industrious Chen Bing got right to work. First, she took off the sheets and duvet covers, then carried them to her bathroom and threw them, along with her own clothes that she had just changed out of, into the washing machine to wash them.
After doing all this, he returned to his bedside.
After gently sniffing the air and confirming that there was no scent of photinia, Chen Bing turned her attention to her cushion.
It's called a bolster pillow, but it's really just an ordinary pillow. If there's anything special about it, it's probably that this pillow originated from Shang Yunmiao's boudoir.
Of course, "boudoir" here doesn't refer to her own bedroom at home; Chen Bing wasn't that audacious. The "boudoir" here refers to the room next to Chen Bing's.
I forget which time it was, but Shang Yunmiao came to see him about "A Silent Voice," and she took one of her pillows with her. And naturally, Chen Bing later went to that room and took one of her pillows as well.
Don't ask me why I didn't take my own pillow back. It's just a little bit of fun, you know? A little bit of fun.
Well, on another note, although that pillow, which initially carried the scent of Shang Yunmiao, accompanied Chen Bing through countless days and nights in place of its owner, Chen Bing had to reluctantly take it away today.
Because! This shameless pillow actually seduced me, how despicable! How can you do this to your master?
Yes, I admit that I was a little wrong for holding you in my arms and putting you on my lap to sleep, but honestly, even if I am 99% responsible, shouldn't you also be responsible for the 1%?
That's right, the reason I had wet dreams is all your fault!
After identifying the culprit behind the incident, Chen Bing waved his hand and directly banished the unruly beauty to the wardrobe.
You should reflect on your actions!
After doing all this, Chen Bing felt deeply that he was a wise ruler, one in a thousand years. Since he was a wise ruler, the next step was naturally to review the memorials.
Unfortunately, there were no memorials for Chen Bing to review; all she had were morning reading assignments, and a lot of them at that.
After thinking it over, Chen Bing took out her phone, opened the class group on DingTalk, and then clicked on the morning reading task posted by Fang Anmin, and began to read with great enthusiasm.
Five minutes later, Chen Bing uploaded the recorded audio and continued memorizing the material.
About half an hour later, Chen Bing let out a long sigh, put down the textbook she had finished memorizing, and got up to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.
"You got up so early today, aren't you sleepy?"
Liu Yue, who was making breakfast, heard a noise behind her and turned around to see her son coming to the kitchen looking for food.
"Ah... I'm alright. I just went for a run and then did some morning reading. I'm not very sleepy."
For Liu Yue, her son's ambition was nothing unusual, and therefore not something to be praised.
When her son was little, she would encourage and praise him, and feel happy inside. But now she's used to it and feels that her son is supposed to be such an excellent child.
Of course, she naturally doted on such an outstanding child.
"Then sit for a while, Mom will make breakfast soon."
"OK." After giving an OK sign, Chen Bing plopped down in a chair and took out her phone to ask her neighbor, Xiao Shang, if he was awake yet.
Chen Bing: Are you up yet?
Shang Yunmiao: I'm up. I'm reading.
Looking at Shang Yunmiao's cute cat avatar, Chen Bing couldn't help but think of Shang Yunmiao herself, and then of her own dream.