"Someone's giving Bing a love letter again!" Zhang Yuan was even more excited than when others gave him love letters. He didn't even see what was on the paper before he started shouting.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the class immediately perked up and cast gossipy glances at Chen Bing.
Shang Yunmiao didn't want to gossip; deep down, she felt only intense wariness. Damn it, another all-nighter writing love letters!
Before things got out of control, Chen Bing held up the "love letter" in her hand and loudly explained to those around her, "It's just a yearbook entry, you're all overthinking it."
Hearing Chen Bing's words and after carefully examining the paper in his hand, a hint of disappointment appeared in everyone's eyes. What? They thought someone else was going to confess their feelings to Chen Bing again.
However, this little misunderstanding did serve as a reminder to everyone in the class.
Asking classmates to write in their yearbooks during elementary school graduation season is a common practice. For children Chen Bing's age group, or even those born earlier, electronic communication methods are not yet widespread, so they have to ask classmates for contact information and other personal details every graduation season.
Suddenly, all sorts of beautifully designed yearbooks appeared in bookstores near the school and became hot-selling items.
So, after seeing that some people had already started preparing yearbooks, the classmates suddenly got the idea. Several people who had already bought them but hadn't given them away yet took advantage of what had just happened to hand out their yearbooks to the classmates.
Except for a few people who didn't want to participate, everyone, regardless of how close or distant their relationship was, would hand out their yearbooks one by one. Even those of the opposite sex whom they used to avoid would now be given out openly.
So, during the short break between classes, all sorts of beautiful papers flew onto everyone's desks like snowflakes, leaving everyone overwhelmed. Among them, Shang Yunmiao received the most, not Chen Bing.
Surprised?
In fact, Shang Yunmiao is a pretty, kind-hearted girl who dresses neatly and has good grades. She is quite popular among girls.
Boys don't think as much as girls, so it was mostly girls who bought the yearbook first. Shang Yunmiao naturally became the one who bought the most, which also reflects her popularity.
Caught in this bittersweet state, Shang Yunmiao wore an expression that was both happy and troubled. Then, she picked up her pen and began carefully writing in each student's yearbook. Because the workload was so heavy, even as the school bell rang, she was far from finished.
After school, as she pushed her little cart and chatted with Chen Bing, she was still thinking about the yearbook she hadn't finished writing.
"By the way, Chen Bing, should we go buy a copy too?"
"Forget it, there's no point in doing that. In a few years, most of my elementary school classmates won't even remember their names."
Chen Bing's words were very realistic, instantly extinguishing the enthusiasm that had just risen in Shang Yunmiao's heart. However, after seeing the change in Shang's expression, he quickly added, "But if you want to buy it, I can go with you."
Upon hearing Chen Bing's change of heart, Shang Yunmiao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
"Chen Bing, I'll do whatever you do!"
My little brother is so good, here's a kiss for you.
Just kidding, we're still outside, we can't mess around. Of course, we wouldn't do that at home either.
After resting at home for a while, Chen Bing and his companion returned to school and faced the flood of yearbooks.
Unlike Chen Bing's hasty and casual writing in the yearbook, Shang Yunmiao took every yearbook very seriously. Apart from filling in the wrong address and using a secondary number for the phone number and QQ as Chen Bing had requested, she wrote everything else carefully.
Not only did he fill the page with random things like "what I want to say" and "wishes for the future," but he also wrote down touching words based on his shared experiences with each classmate.
Of course, under Chen Bing's supervision, the ones written for boys would be a different story.
This isn't possessiveness; it's clearly the discipline a senior leader should have over his subordinates.
And so, under Chen Bing's supervision, Shang Yunmiao hastily finished writing the last page in her hand, a yearbook given to her by a boy.
"Alright, give it to me. I'll take it to him later." After patting Shang Yunmiao's shoulder to stop her from getting up, Chen Bing took the yearbook from her hand and then walked a few more steps to distribute it to everyone.
"Thank you, Bing-ge! Your handwriting is beautiful!"
After returning the last yearbook, Chen Bing waved to the classmate who had said it, indicating that it was okay, and then prepared to turn around and return to her seat.
"Oh, right, Brother Bing, there's one more thing I wanted to ask you."
"What?"
"Where do you want to go to junior high school? I'd like to continue being your classmate."
The boy who spoke was ranked around fifth in his class, so if he really wanted to go, the school would definitely be fine for him.
"Oh, I'm planning to go to Baishi No.1 Middle School."
"Why don't you go to Experimental High School No. 1? I thought you would go there, Brother Bing."
"Because...someone has to stay here." Chen Bing didn't intend to explain in detail to the classmate in front of him. He just blurted out a name that came to mind on a whim.
Someone has to stay here...
I didn't quite understand it, but it was so cool! Just like what the protagonist in an anime says before turning away!
After repeating the conversation to himself a few more times, the male student enthusiastically told others about his conversation with Chen Bing.
Soon, the news that Chen Bing planned to attend Baishi No. 1 Middle School spread throughout the entire class. Many people gathered together and discussed Chen Bing's choice.
"Should I tell my mom that I want to go to Baishi No.1 Middle School? That way I can still be classmates with Chen Bing."
"But it must be very difficult to get into the science and technology class at Baishi No.1 Middle School."
"Yeah, it would be terrible if I got into a regular class. I heard from my mom that the teachers in regular classes even play mahjong during class."
"But if you get good grades, there's still a chance you can move up a grade, right?"
"I don't think I have that possibility."
After the discussion, they all sighed in regret, taking it as remorse for their unsatisfactory results.
"I heard that Baishi No.1 Middle School will hold an entrance exam next Sunday. Is it too late for me to start studying now?"
"A regular class is fine. As long as you study hard in junior high, you'll definitely be able to move up a grade. What do you say, Zhang Yuan?"
Hearing someone call his name, Zhang Yuan pouted: "My grades aren't good, so my mom might not agree to let me go to Baishi No. 1 Middle School."
"I see..."
At this moment, amidst the graduation season filled with grades, college applications, and further education, the students felt the pain of parting for the first time. Because in the past few years, Class 1 of Grade 6, graduating in 2017, had outperformed other classes in terms of grades, activities, and the class's core leadership, its class cohesion was correspondingly much stronger.
For a moment, the thought that such a big family would soon fall apart because of graduation filled everyone present with a little sadness.
So, childhood doesn't last forever.
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