Chapter 39
This kiss—
It shouldn't be considered a kiss.
It's just sophistry and reckless behavior.
Wu Qi is like a madman, making it impossible for me to move.
The red thread on my fingertips was a tangled mess, and I couldn't untangle it, so I had to give up. One hand was pinned down and I couldn't move, while the other hand was barely raised, drawing out the red thread and yanking it sharply.
Finally, they separated us.
"Wu... um."
They were separated for less than two seconds before being attached again.
All the strength I had painstakingly gathered finally turned into a sob, and he devoured me completely.
no.
no.
My mind was still resisting before my consciousness left my body. Although the corner was secluded enough that no one would usually notice, it was still broad daylight, and how could I maintain this posture for so long? It was bound to arouse suspicion.
I was muttering to myself, trying to think of a solution, when Wu Qi suddenly broke up with me.
He seemed to realize something, then quickly got up, shook off the red thread and snow from his body, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with me.
...?
As I lay on my back on the ground, a question mark slowly appeared on my forehead.
What's going on here?
Wu Qi helped me up and, after making sure I was stable, kept a safe distance from me.
Then she frowned, "No, Yue."
He also said no.
Right?
As dawn broke, they were still whispering sweet nothings in front of so many people, without any shame.
Before I could help him think of an explanation, he said, "You're too young."
I:"……"
"Small"?
"Small" in...?
I was momentarily stunned.
Are you referring to my age? Or something else?
But seeing Wu Qi turn his head away, looking awkward and unwilling to meet my gaze, I can be sure it's the former.
Can.
I'm only a year younger than him.
If being a year younger is considered "small," then wouldn't we need to find someone born on the same day, month, and year—and that's not enough, we also need to be born on the same minute and second—to be with?
Is it really necessary for people with the surname Wu to be so particular?
I remembered the guy from Northeast China calling me "little kid" earlier.
Are you referring to my mental state...?
If a person over 300 years old starts to doubt their own sanity, they'll probably be considered mentally challenged by others.
I stopped thinking about it and didn't want to pay attention to this sudden feeling of shame, as if... I was inferior to Wu Qi in some way.
well.
I was the one who pushed Wu Qi away with all my might just now.
Now that I know the truth, I'm also a little distressed.
At that moment, we were only a few meters from the bottom of the slope. Wu Qi carried me and his plank, leading me to a safe place.
I followed silently behind him, our shadows sometimes intersecting and sometimes overlapping on the snow.
Wu Qi had taken off his gloves sometime earlier and was hanging them on the zipper of his cotton-padded coat pocket. His hands were exposed to the air, and his knuckles were red from the cold.
I clenched my fist and couldn't help but mutter as I watched his retreating figure, "I'm not young anymore..."
He's such a grown man now.
It's like they're having a puppy love relationship.
It's so sour.
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Our awkwardness only lasted one night. By the time we set off for home the next day, our relationship had eased considerably.
Specifically, Wu Qi started bragging to everyone he met on his phone again—that he taught me snowboarding in 30 minutes and that I was a master.
After he finished praising me, he didn't forget to show me how others flattered him.
Good dog, male.
I hadn't planned to go back so early. I'd come all this way to Northeast China and was looking forward to trying their famous spicy hot pot and sweet and sour pork. But then my friend suddenly announced that the school exams would be held earlier than planned, and the dates were in the next few days. It was completely unexpected.
We had no choice but to go back and prepare for the exam, and catch up on our winter break homework.
One afternoon after we got back, the class group chat started wailing.
[Ce Chengfeng]: I disagree with this. Why didn't anyone ask for my opinion?
[Class Monitor Bald Strong Man]: Who do you think you are? Why are you even asking me? You should just pray that the questions are easy.
[Onlooker]: Don't you think it's possible that today is April Fool's Day?
[Squad Leader Bald Strong Man]: Then tell me, is there any possibility that I am your father?
[Onlookers]: ...
[Qing's Dad]: Rather than praying that the questions are easy, I'd rather pray that my sister Yue is sitting in front of me during the exam.
[Class Monitor Bald Strong Man]: When the seating chart was handed out, I found that Qi Ge was sitting in front of me. Just look at the answers. After looking at them, you won't dare to copy them.
Nearly a year after enrolling, Wu Qi's exam papers remain an enigmatic legend.
At first, he didn't write any steps for the big problems. Later, he wrote two steps in order. Then, he developed his own ideas for each formula and started to improvise, making it incomprehensible to anyone.
It's no wonder Li Guangheng said that.
Perhaps Wu Qi is not of the same species as them.
As they veered further and further off-topic, Wu Qi couldn't help but type a question mark.
Some people were curious and asked him if he had made any progress during the holiday.
[Strawberry Bunny]: What? You haven't heard about me teaching A-Yue how to snowboard?
[Ce Chengfeng]: He started...
[Class Monitor Li Guangheng]: I've heard it eight hundred times already...
[Qing's Dad]: I want to leave the group...
[mxq]: You've saved my life...
[“Strawberry Bunny” has been banned from posting by the administrator for 90 minutes.]
[Ce Chengfeng]: Who was so brave as to ban my brother Qi?
[1] (Administrator): What's up?
[Ce Chengfeng]: A message has been retracted.
funny.
That's really funny.
Who do you think invented all these little idiots in the human world?
I put down my phone and continued doing the rest of my winter break homework.
This administrator was given to me by the group owner back then. The reason was probably because Wu Qi was always talking nonsense in the group under the name "Strawberry Bunny". Many classmates who didn't know what was going on thought he was some cute girl.
The most serious issue is that the classmate who thought "Strawberry Bunny" was a cute girl, along with Wu Qi, was also labeled a "pervert" and received a severe scolding.
They were completely innocent.
Finally, these "hooligans" collectively complained that they needed to find someone to manage Wu Qi, so they nominated me to be the administrator.
My target audience is also very fixed; it's just him.
Sure enough, after "Strawberry Bunny" was kicked out of the group, the whole group became much quieter.
Those who were supposed to prepare for the school entrance exams have gone, and those who didn't are basically just lounging around in the group chat.
Meng Xiaoqiong was the first to respond, posting, "But have you heard? The choir competition starts right after the exams."
The group chat has been buzzing with excitement again.
[Onlookers]: Didn't we sing together last year? Why are we singing it again this year?
[mxq]: Yes, it was sung by the first-year high school students last year, and it's being sung by the second-year high school students this year.
[Onlookers]: So the seniors will sing tomorrow? Isn't that still us?
[mxq]: That's right, they're making us the Golden Voice Choir.
A burst of "hahahahahaha" filled the group chat, so I opened my keyboard and joined in for a couple of sentences.
[1]: Did you sing it last year?
[mxq]: Oh right, you two weren't here last year. We sang it once last spring, and our class came in last place.
[1]: So powerful?
[Qing's Dad]: The main problem is that last year we practiced "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend" the whole time, but when we got to the venue, someone played the accompaniment of "Strong Army Battle Song". Our whole class was completely dumbfounded.
[mxq]: At that time, some people chose to be deaf and pretended not to hear the accompaniment. They started singing the most dazzling ethnic style, while others defected and sang the strong army battle song with great enthusiasm.
[Class Monitor Bald Strong Man]: I have to clarify something. At that time, I was singing "The Most Beautiful Clouds" on the left and the bugle started blowing on the right. It was hard not to go off-topic.
[Lateral peak]: +1, I felt like my left and right hemispheres were about to separate.
Just imagining the scene is chaotic. I asked, "Isn't the homeroom teacher going to do anything about it?"
[Onlookers]: Mind your own business. He wasn't there during practice sessions, supposedly grading papers, but I later found out he was busy applying to become the director.
[mxq]: Now when I think about the expression on his face when he heard the refreshing and orderly "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" in "The Song of a Strong Army"... I just want to laugh.
[1]: What happened next?
[mxq]: Later, he didn't get the director's job either, and was ridiculed by Lao Wang from the next class for a whole year.
[Class Monitor Bald Strong Man]: So just you wait and see, he's definitely going all out to make this a big event this year, he probably won't even care about the opening exams.
[Ce Chengfeng]: Damn, I knew it was right not to study.
...
Today's chat logs are enough to serve as evidence for the future.
Sure enough, on the day the opening exam results were announced after the start of the semester, the homeroom teacher briefly praised the students who had improved, gave a slight warning to the few who had fallen behind, and then held a class meeting during evening self-study.
It was afternoon, and the students put down their papers, sat in rows, and looked at the blackboard in front of them, where the theme of the class meeting was written in four big characters: "Class Song Selection".
The weather has warmed up, and spring is quietly approaching. A few spring rains have taken away the chill and left traces of green on the branches outside the window.
"Last year, our class suffered a setback in the class song competition. Everyone who mentions our class this year has to say something bad about it. The opportunity to redeem ourselves has arrived," the homeroom teacher muttered as he walked with his hands behind his back. "This year, let's go all out and do something big."
Meng Xiaoqiong whispered to me, "I'm just afraid that someone will have a big problem later."
I couldn't help but laugh and retorted, "Don't talk nonsense."
Unexpectedly, this small movement was caught red-handed by the homeroom teacher who turned around.
"cough--"
Perhaps because my grades were good, and in the teacher's mind academic performance was paramount, the homeroom teacher forcibly shifted her gaze from me to Meng Xiaoqiong, "What are you whispering about? Stand up and say it."
"ah."
With a deadpan expression, Meng Xiaoqiong slowly raised her buttocks, jerking the stool backward with a piercing sound, successfully waking up Wu Qi, who was fast asleep behind her.
Wu Qi woke up from his dream. If he had stayed in the position of lying on the table, it would have been fine, but instead he sat up and stretched, his arms reaching out to be taller than Meng Xiaoqiong.
It's hard not to attract attention.
Even the other students in the class chuckled softly.
The homeroom teacher's face turned green and then black, as if she had changed her mind. She raised her hand and told Meng Xiaoqiong to sit down, "You can rest for now."
Meng Xiaoqiong felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and probably secretly revered Wu Qi in her heart.
"If you've had enough sleep, stand up." The homeroom teacher slowly walked to Wu Qi's side and tapped Wu Qi's desk with her fingertip. "What did the class meeting just now talk about?"
Wu Qi leaned on the table, struggling to stand up. He then stretched his neck, his gaze slowly settling on the front of him. He read out the four large characters on the blackboard, one by one—
"Choosing a class song".
"You even know it's the class song," the homeroom teacher asked jokingly. "So, what suggestions do you have?"
There wasn't a trace of sincerity in that question, and with the class's laughter growing louder and louder, everyone could tell that this wasn't a normal joke.
It's pretty much a given that whatever Wu Qi says next will inevitably be met with a barrage of criticism and ridicule from the whole class.
Having been a homeroom teacher for many years, I know these tricks for disciplining students.
But despite all her calculations, she hadn't anticipated that Wu Qi couldn't be evaluated like a normal student.
He is by no means an ordinary person.
Wu Qi seemed to have the answer in his heart. His gaze first fell on me, but then, as if to avoid suspicion, he turned to the osmanthus tree next to him, which already had tender buds.
"Wang Wei wrote in his poem, 'When I wake from my wine, I look out the west window and see the overlapping shadows of green bamboo.' Now, it should be that when I wake from my afternoon nap, I look out the south window and see the sparse shadows of osmanthus blossoms."
The whole class was momentarily stunned; it seemed that no one could connect the bookish Wu Qi with his usual unserious demeanor.
I simply smiled calmly.
This guy is going to put on an act again.
“Poetry and prose in full swing, books and scrolls traversing the ages, never letting time slip away.” Wu Qi said with a smile, “Why don’t we sing ‘You Were Once a Teenager’?”
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