Chapter 121 Spit Here.
For high school seniors, time is like melted cheese.
The higher the temperature, the faster the melting rate.
It feels like yesterday was still a lively celebration of the New Year, but as soon as I walked in, I saw countdown numbers written in red chalk on the blackboard at the back.
— Only 63 days left until the college entrance examination.
Deng Yi was already numb to it. He pulled out some 80% dark chocolate and some lemon candy with an explosive sourness from his pocket and threw a few onto Zou Yuanyuan and Shi Miao's table.
"Here, it's refreshing and invigorating, because it's both sour and bitter."
She said weakly, "But it's okay. No matter how sour it is, it's not as bitter as heartache, and no matter how bitter it is, it's not as bitter as life, so it's still sweet."
The chubby guy in front caught the keyword, turned around abruptly, clenched his fists, and spoke in a passionate tone, as if he had swallowed hundreds of motivational articles.
"The hardship is only for these few dozen days! Improve by one point and you'll surpass a thousand people! As long as you get into a good university, you'll enjoy endless blessings in the future!"
Deng Yi: "Heh, I don't know if I'll enjoy a good life in the future, but I'm suffering right now."
Ren Ze, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, drifted by and offered a quiet reminder.
"Little Fatty, your second mock exam score dropped fifty places compared to the first one. Old Niu even had a special talk with you about it. How sweet is it?"
Little Fatty: "..."
The little fat boy looked as aggrieved as a Labrador Retriever curled up and whimpering, "I'm so miserable, waaaaaah!"
Not far away, a boy who was catching up on sleep by lying on the table suddenly jumped up, looking terrified and talking nonsense.
"What second mock exam? I didn't regress! My grades are pretty good! I can get into university!"
The mental state of high school seniors is already precarious, teetering between madness and despair.
While Shi Miao was still thinking about the force analysis question on the physics exam, she casually picked up a brightly colored lemon candy, tore open the packaging, and tossed it into her mouth without any warning.
"—!"
Why is it so sour?
As it melts in the warmth of the mouth, an explosive acidity spreads rapidly, instantly filling the entire mouth.
A stinging sensation a hundred times sharper than sparkling water explodes on the tip of the tongue.
Shi Miao's face scrunched up from the sourness. She frantically turned her head to look for a trash bag while swallowing the saliva that had been irritated by the taste.
Jiang Yingxu was clearly writing the questions with his head down.
But the instant Shi Miao turned her head, she sharpened her eyes and reached out her hand, palm up, "Spit it out here."
Without thinking, Shi Miao pressed against the side of his palm and spat out the round, wet, yellow candy.
She covered her cheek, feeling a sharp pain in her teeth.
And you know what? I woke up immediately.
Jiang Yingxu silently handed over the thermos on the table, asking Shi Miao to drink some warm water and rinse her mouth.
Deng Yi watched the whole thing, staring at the bright yellow candy rolling in Jiang Yingxu's palm, and exchanged a glance with Zou Yuanyuan.
The two laughed in unison.
Deng Yi said modestly, "Actually, it's not that tiring."
We strong women need to read these things to have the energy to study and do our homework!
Shi Miao was still sipping water, trying to dilute the sour taste in her mouth.
The school bell rang just then, and the biology teacher walked in with the test papers. "Take out yesterday's homework, let's check the answers, and I'll pick a few important questions to go over..."
Shi Miao gulped down the last mouthful of warm water, feeling that the pungent sour taste had finally faded a bit.
She rummaged through her desk and pulled out a small packet of wet wipes, along with Jiang Yingxu's cup, and quickly turned her head to put them behind her while the biology teacher was writing answers on the blackboard.
"Class has started, so I can't go out to wash my hands. Here, take a wet wipe and wipe them."
She spoke softly and quickly, and as soon as the biology teacher turned around to tap the blackboard, she quickly turned around and adopted a serious listening posture.
Jiang Yingxu's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he looked at the pack of tissues and then at the candy rolling in his palm, still glistening with moisture.
When it was pushed out by the soft red tongue, it still carried the warmth of her mouth, slightly warm, and rolled into my palm.
Everyone was looking ahead, listening to the teacher explain the problem.
In the back row, where no one would notice.
Jiang Yingxu remained silent, lowered his head, and slightly parted his thin lips to put the candy between his lips and teeth.
Is it sour?
He remained calm and upright, wiping his palms, which were covered in sticky sugar syrup, with a wet wipe.
If you taste it carefully, you can detect a lingering sweetness.
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