pornographic books
"Yeah." Lin Nanyan looked deeply at the recorder on the table.
Jiang Qing looked around. It was lunchtime and all the students were sleeping soundly on their desks due to exhaustion.
Lin Nanyan took out the earphones from the drawer with one hand and put them into his left ear, and gently put the other hand into Jiang Qing's right ear.
Jiang Qing watched his movements with a slow reaction, and the recorder in her hand suddenly became hot.
"Do you really want to press it?" she asked, looking up.
Lin Nanyan nodded and said, "Go ahead, we have to confirm it."
Jiang Qing's fingertips trembled slightly as they covered the white buttons. She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and applied force with her fingertips.
“Pah—”
There was a rustling sound, and after a few seconds of silence, a familiar voice came from inside.
"The stars are twinkling, the makeup mirror is open, the green clouds are disturbing, disturbing..."
"Jiang Jiang, comb..."
"Stop, don't talk. Ah, I remember now. The green clouds are disturbing, combing the hair in the morning, the Wei River is swollen, and the fat water is discarded..."
"If future generations mourn over it but don't learn from it, they will also make future generations mourn over themselves. Hahahaha, I've memorized it. Quick, take out your bet. I have audio evidence. Don't cheat."
"Here, for you."
As a recording came to an end, Jiang Qing suddenly remembered the cute pink lop-eared rabbit at the head of her bed.
Jiang Qing quickly rewound the recordings, and the few recordings were all about her daily study.
Only after listening to all the recordings did Jiang Qing have to admit that this was really just an ordinary recorder.
She looked up at Lin Nanyan and saw that Lin Nanyan was also looking at her.
She took off her headphones and put the recorder into her schoolbag. "No matter what, it's good enough to be able to return it, right?"
Lin Nanyan watched her actions, did not express any opinion, and responded calmly.
Jiang Qing took out the doll from the table and used it as a pillow. "There's still some time before class starts, let's get some sleep first."
She pointed at the boy's eyes and said, "You have dark circles under your eyes."
Lin Nanyan touched the corner of his eyes unconsciously when he heard this. He couldn't see the blue color under his eyes.
The girl grabbed her school uniform and covered her head with it to block out the glaring light.
He looked at her motionless body, picked up the same doll, and just as he lay on it, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated silently against his skin.
After opening it and taking a look, he calmly hung up the phone and closed his eyes.
Jiang Qing's mind was full of random thoughts. The next second, the preparatory bell rang suddenly. She woke up in a daze and realized that time had passed quickly without her noticing. She had already slept for thirty minutes.
Turning to look at his deskmate, Lin Nanyan's long eyelashes cast dark shadows on his fair face. The side of his cheek that was lying on the doll was pressed out with a lump of soft flesh, especially with the doll underneath that was of a completely different style from his. His sleeping posture was peaceful and cute.
No wonder she didn’t wait for Lin Nanyan to wake her up today. It turned out that he overslept too.
Jiang Qing approached stealthily with watercolor pencils in hand. Just as she was about to play a prank, she saw the boy suddenly open his eyes, which looked like glass-colored in the sunlight, and looked at her quietly. His gaze moved down to the pencil in her hand.
Jiang Qing abruptly retracted her hand. "Awake, wake up! Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Lin Nanyan straightened his back, tidied the table, and replied, "I'll tell you in advance next time."
Jiang Qing: ...
That's not necessary.
She lowered her head and scribbled on the paper until the teacher came in at the ringing bell for class and then she sat up straight.
The class passed slowly as Jiang Qing was busy taking notes and copying the previous self-criticism she had written whenever she had time.
After class, Song Shuang came over listlessly.
"Jiang Jiang," she said hesitantly, "Do you think I did something wrong?"
Jiang Qing didn't even look up as she copied the last self-criticism from memory. "What did I do wrong?"
Song Shuang: "I talked a lot about random things with Wang Huaqiang yesterday. Today, when I asked him when he would come to school, he didn't even reply."
Jiang Qing paused, "So that's why you've been distracted all day, thinking you said something wrong?"
Song Shuang looked at the empty seat where Wang Huacheng sat and said stubbornly, "Not entirely."
Jiang Qing was too lazy to expose the other party, "Then if it happens again, will you say the same thing?"
Song Shuang thought about it and nodded.
As long as Wang Huaqiang asked her again, she would definitely say the same words, even if she did it a hundred times.
"That's fine, isn't it? Besides," Jiang Qing lowered her head again, "I remember he didn't reply immediately last time, right?"
Song Shuang: "...What you said seems to be right."
"If you're right, then hurry back." Jiang Qing rustled the papers in her hands and smiled. "Have you finished writing your self-criticism? It's five thousand words long."
Song Shuang was shocked and looked at the densely written half page of paper, angrily accusing the other party.
"Why did you write so much? You're so sneaky."
Jiang Qing: "So, why think so much? Just write your self-criticism first."
Song Shuang turned around in a hurry. Without anyone to help her this time, how long would it take her to write?
Jiang Qing looked sideways at Lin Nanyan and saw that the boy was still leisurely sorting out the test paper and patching it up. She asked, "Aren't you going to write a self-criticism?"
Although she had some memory of what she had written, she had completely forgotten most of the content of the review.
Jiang Qing was still waiting to tamper with Lin Nanyan's self-apology. Seeing him so leisurely, she couldn't help but urge him.
"It's due tomorrow. If you don't finish it..."
Looking at the thin sheets of paper placed before her eyes, Jiang Qing suddenly lost her voice and asked in confusion, "What is this?"
Lin Nanyan: "Reflect."
"Of course I know this is a self-criticism," she picked it up and glanced at it. "When did you write it? You're such a fast-flying man."
"Last time," Lin Nanyan replied, still scribbling his notes, "I wrote another one after I finished the self-criticism."
At that time, he had an inexplicable premonition that it might not be his last time to write a self-criticism, so he prepared an extra one.
Jiang Qing was so surprised that she didn't know what to say. After a while, she asked, "But you don't know what you'll do next time. Teacher, you can tell if you look carefully."
Lin Nanyan took the paper, opened the lower pages, and pointed to the occasional blank paragraphs. "Fill in the specific events here."
Jiang Qing was shocked by the boy's cool moves, "You're awesome!"
She took the paper and began to write quickly with the idea of learning from it.
Lin Nanyan took out the girl's class notes, looked at the crooked sticky notes on it, and began to correct them one by one.
Jiang Qing glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and then paid no more attention to it, concentrating on her secondary tampering, no, optimizing her work.
Song Shuang in front was deep in thought, scratching his forehead from time to time, his face covered in sweat.
During the break, different students gathered in groups of three or four, whispering to each other. Song Shuang noticed a figure standing next to her, but she didn't care. She was chewing on the pen and brainstorming.
Until a sentence brought her back to her senses. Her eyes froze, and she turned her head and said word by word: "Say it again."
The visitor didn't take it seriously, thinking she hadn't heard clearly. He moved closer, looking as if he had discovered her secret, and said, "I heard you were reading pornographic books and passing them around in class."
"So you are this kind of person. Don't judge a person by his appearance." Li Xirui joked.
All the blood in Song Shuang's body rushed to his face. In an instant, his face turned bright red and his brain was buzzing.
Her voice was shaking and she spoke hoarsely, "Who told you that?"
Li Xirui said innocently, "Everyone in our class knows about it. Don't worry, I won't spread it outside."
Song Shuang felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. She turned her head slowly and looked around.
Everyone was laughing, and their whispers seemed to be mixed with ridicule directed at her. Every look, every movement, every twisted shouting seemed to be pointing to something.
Song Shuang gripped the pen tightly in her hand, her fingertips digging deep into her palm, but she felt no pain.
Jiang Qing, who was sitting at the back table, was tired of copying and shook her hands. When she looked up, she saw tears in her best friend's eyes. She became anxious and poked Song Shuang's back with her fingers.
"What's the matter? Shuang, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't cry."
Lin Nanyan heard the noise and looked over.
Song Shuang was prodded and coaxed by her bestie, tears welling up in her eyes as she sobbed, "Everyone in the class says I'm reading pornographic books."
Jiang Qing instantly exploded, "Who? Who said that?"
Song Shuang pointed at Li Xirui, who had already fled when she saw the bad situation, and complained to her best friend.
Jiang Qing shouted angrily: "Li Xirui, stop right there!"
Li Xirui turned around and saw an angry little pepper spitting fire. She said with a wry smile, "I didn't spread it. Everyone is talking about it, but it's none of my business."
Jiang Qing frowned, "Who are you? Tell me clearly."
"There has to be a source of origin. I just don't believe it. I can't find out even if I ask one by one."
Li Xirui hesitated to speak. She didn't want to do anything to offend anyone, especially since the person who whispered to her was on good terms with her.
She was so regretful now. She shouldn't have spoken too much in front of Song Shuang. Look, she got into trouble.
During the confrontation, Jiang Qing's patience ran out. This kind of thing should be nipped in the bud before it spreads out.
"You don't want to tell me, right? I'll go find the teacher."
Li Xirui looked at Jiang Qing in shock. "No, sister, why don't you listen to what you are saying? Can you tell the teacher about this?"
She subconsciously looked at Song Shuang, only to see Song Shuang lowering his head and wiping his tears and nose.
Li Xirui: ...
Seeing Lin Nanyan give way to Jiang Qing, the girl really left without hesitation, as if she would not give up until she caught the troublemaker. She panicked and tried to stop her, "No, it's not a big deal. It would be embarrassing to tell Teacher Song Shuang."
Jiang Qing stopped and asked, "Why is Song Shuang embarrassed?"
Li Xirui didn't know for a moment whether Jiang Qing really didn't understand or was pretending not to understand. She gritted her teeth and spoke quickly.
"If you tell the teacher, it will only make things worse. Then all the classmates and teachers will know that Song Shuang is not doing her job properly at school and is secretly reading pornographic books. She will not be able to hold her head up in this school."
"Have you ever thought about whether she will still be a human being in the future? What will her teachers, parents, and classmates think of her?"
Jiang Qing stared at her quietly and asked incredulously, "So you think that because you guys are secretly spreading rumors about Song Shuang, her reputation is good?"
"It's not Huang Yao," Li Xirui choked, "This is different."
She couldn't tell exactly how it was different.
"I won't make things difficult for you. At least you're the first person to tell Song Shuang, regardless of whether you meant it maliciously or well," Jiang Qing stared at her. "So, can you get out of the way now?"
Li Xirui was speechless. She moved her body away in a daze.
"Oh, right," Jiang Qing paused and turned around. "Some of what you said above is correct, but the premise is that Song Shuang really did it."
"Song Shuang, tell her, have you seen it?" She stared at Li Xirui.
Song Shuang held his head high and chest puffed out, bullying others with his power and speaking in a very loud voice.
"I! Didn't! Look!"
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