Chapter 24 Cherry Blossom Pink Bunny
On Monday morning, Jiang Wan walked into the classroom as usual, but fortunately, it was the preparatory bell.
There are still five minutes before the morning reading session officially begins.
She pulled out a chair and sat down. As soon as she took her backpack off her shoulder, she turned to Zhou Chong and spread her hands out, "Where's my physics secret manual?"
Zhou Chong lowered his eyes, looked at the pair of clean white hands extended in front of him, smiled silently, took out a notebook from under the table, and handed it to Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan quickly flipped it open, seemingly wanting to confirm whether it was the same book as before.
The first few pages are exactly the same as before, with mechanics-related formulas and applicable question types, word for word.
Jiang Wan was about to close the book when she suddenly noticed that the pages that were originally blank were now densely covered with writing.
She paused for a moment, then continued flipping over.
The handwriting was still familiar, written with black, blue, and red pens, clearly categorized into first, second, and third-level headings.
Electromagnetism, thermodynamics, optics, atomic physics...
All the relevant knowledge points in the College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) Physics have been logically and clearly organized according to different modules and core test points.
It's like condensing all the required and elective physics textbooks from three years of high school into this one small notebook.
Not only that, it also includes detailed explanations of typical examples of frequently tested core concepts.
Jiang Wan slowly closed the notebook, carefully cradling it in her arms. She looked up at Zhou Chong, blinking, and asked, "Were you organizing these notes at home yesterday?"
"It wasn't continuous, and it didn't take much time either," Zhou Chong said casually.
Indeed, for a science genius like Zhou Chong, organizing these things wouldn't take much time.
He might not even need to look at a book; all the knowledge is in his head.
But no matter what, you'd need at least three pens to write this: one black, one blue, and one red.
Although Zhou Chong's nonchalant expression was infuriating, Jiang Wan's eyes inexplicably welled up as she watched.
In fact, Zhou Chong's expressionless face was not always the same.
The emotions hidden at this moment and at that moment are different, and Jiang Wan seems to be only beginning to understand this now.
Even though she had been married to Zhou Chong for three years, she never seemed to understand him.
It was only in his younger years that a slight change was finally noticed, but that was all.
There's still much she doesn't understand.
But that didn't stop her from sensing his sincerity at that moment.
She really wants to hug him right now.
But no, the Zhou Chong in front of her was still a senior high school student, not the husband who would one day embrace her intimately.
Moreover, without the constraints of being a contractual couple, would Zhou Chong still be willing to let her hug him?
Jiang Wan became increasingly upset as she thought about it, and the intense emotions she had felt earlier gradually dissipated.
When it comes to organizing notes, it's all about helping each other out. She would lend her own notes to Sun Qianyu and also tutor Sun Qianyu.
This is normal between classmates.
But no matter what, at least now, she and Zhou Chong are good deskmates, which is much better than when they barely spoke to each other in high school in her previous life.
Yes, keep up the good work, Jiang Wan!
She carefully put away the notebook, thinking that during her lunch break she would go to the convenience store to buy a book cover to properly wrap the notebook, making sure that the edges and corners were not scratched.
After packing her schoolbag, she took out her English textbook (model 53) and planned to do a few chapters of grammar exercises during her morning reading time.
Ms. Yang had previously told her that she didn't need to memorize words during morning reading and could just follow her own learning pace.
For Jiang Wan, reading, listening, and writing were not a problem, but she relied more on her intuition to answer questions, and she did have some grammar points from high school English that she couldn't quite remember.
It's a good time to use the morning reading period to fill in any gaps in my knowledge.
She opened the pencil case on the table, intending to choose a pretty pen to do her homework, when suddenly an idea struck her and she took out three ballpoint pens from the pencil case.
One each of black, blue, and red.
She placed three pens in her palm and handed them to Zhou Chong, saying, "Let's skip the formalities. You must have used up a lot of ink writing these notes. Here you go."
Zhou Chong looked down at the three pens, somewhat amused and exasperated, "It doesn't matter if I use a few more pens."
"It's not a matter of whether it's good or bad, it's about at least..."
"What do you mean by 'at least'?" Zhou Chong turned his head. "Didn't you say that there's no need to be so polite between classmates? Why are you arguing with me about a few pens?"
Jiang Wan opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.
She didn't want to argue about a few pens; she just didn't want to thank him in a heavy way. If he wouldn't let her hug him, couldn't he at least use the pen she gave him?
At least, this can be considered a kind of bond, right?
She even specially chose a pretty cherry blossom pink ballpoint pen.
Jiang Wan knew that she couldn't explain these little thoughts to a straight man.
"At least... take one, you'll need it anyway."
Unable to explain, Jiang Wan resorted to shamelessness, forcefully holding up three pens in front of Zhou Chong.
Red and blue pens are rarely used and have no fancy designs; they are fairly ordinary. But the black pen with the cherry blossom chalk case had a pink bunny hanging on the cap.
Super cute!
Jiang Wan didn't dare to look up at Zhou Chong's face.
Although she was making a crazy wish in her heart: to get that cherry blossom pink bunny pen, cherry blossom pink bunny, cherry blossom pink bunny, cherry blossom pink bunny!
But she knew very well that the hope was slim.
How could Zhou Chong possibly choose that pink and delicate pen?
But... what if?
Zhou Chong lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the three pens that Jiang Wan was holding up like incense sticks. After hesitating for a while, he pulled out the black pen with the cherry blossom pink bunny design.
"A black pen, I guess, that's what I use most often."
Jiang Wan suddenly looked up and saw the cherry blossom pink rabbit pen in Zhou Chong's hand. The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up. "Hmm!"
Zhou Chong was somewhat puzzled by her laughter. "Is it that I shouldn't use a pen like this?"
"No, no." Jiang Wan quickly shook her head, then put the other two pens back into her pencil case. "Absolutely right, a real man should wear pink!"
Zhou Chong: "..."
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