Shang Yunmiao couldn't quite understand her classmates' excitement. Why were they all so happy about just reading a prepared statement on stage?
Shang Yunmiao, who was well-fed but didn't know the hunger of the starving, could never understand what the "speech under the national flag" that he often attended in elementary school meant to others.
Such a prestigious event was undoubtedly very attractive to the first-year junior high students. Except for a few introverted individuals, everyone was eager to get started and approached writing their diaries with great enthusiasm.
Needless to say, Ma Shaolong was racking his brains, trying to exhaust all his literary talent to write a perfect diary entry. Zhang Xinyu was equally interested in this; this girl, who was always meticulous in her work, first wrote a diary entry in her notebook, revised it, and then carefully copied it onto the letter paper.
Even Ma Lele, a well-behaved girl who doesn't compete with the world, is diligently writing in her diary right now, standing next to Shang Yunmiao.
Of course, not everyone writes a diary with the goal of becoming famous. There was also a class of students who later became known throughout the school for their quirky and unconventional behavior, and they were pursuing a different purpose.
"Five yuan for a diary entry, anyone want to have one written?"
In the back row, Cai Shichen, with dark skin and a face full of pimples, was telling the people around him about his business. Unfortunately, even if someone was interested, they couldn't come up with the huge sum of five yuan. Even if they could, they were afraid of being discovered by the homeroom teacher.
Hearing the noisy commotion in the classroom, Chen Bing stopped spinning her ballpoint pen.
A diary? Why don't I remember having this in my past life?
Without thinking too deeply, Chen Bing pressed the pen tip, pulled out a sheet of paper, and began to write in a long, flowing style in her diary for the day.
In just twenty or thirty minutes, a military training diary written in regular script was produced.
Cai Kunnan, who witnessed this scene, looked surprised. He then looked down at his crooked handwriting and felt a little ashamed.
However, since it's Brother Bing, this is normal; I shouldn't compare myself to him.
After feeling a little better, Cai Kunnan prepared to practice his calligraphy. He didn't expect it to be as good as Bing Ge's, but at least it should be presentable.
Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood. With this in mind, Cai Kunnan ignored his unfinished diary, took out a piece of draft paper, and began to concentrate on practicing calligraphy.
The first evening self-study session ended quickly. Unable to bear the boredom, Chen Bing patted his bottom and got up from his seat, then prepared to go to the corridor to get some fresh air and enjoy the nights at his alma mater that he remembered.
Just then, Shang Yunmiao also decided to come out for some fresh air, so Chen Bing waved to her, and the two of them went to the corridor outside the classroom to get some fresh air.
"Have you finished writing your diary? Do you want me to help you?"
For Shang Yunmiao, who had been influenced by her mother, who taught Chinese since kindergarten, and who frequently wrote love letters since the fourth grade of elementary school, a few hundred words about her feelings during military training was a piece of cake.
In response to Chen Bing's question, Shang Yunmiao proudly puffed out her chest and replied, "Yes, it's finished."
"Yeah."
Chen Bing withdrew her gaze from Shang Yunmiao and turned to look at the greenery outside the teaching building.
"Chen Bing, what kind of tree is that?" Shang Yunmiao's soft, sweet voice drifted in the evening breeze. Chen Bing looked in the direction she was pointing and saw that it was an old mimosa tree planted in front of the teaching building.
"This is a mimosa tree."
"oh oh."
"Then, what about that one?"
"Locust tree."
After asking that question, Shang Yunmiao didn't ask any more. She stayed quietly beside Chen Bing, occasionally glancing at him from the side.
A short while later, Ma Lele came out of the classroom with her cup, then patted Shang Yunmiao on the shoulder and invited her to get some hot water together.
Shang Yunmiao readily agreed, leaving the seat next to Chen Bing empty, but someone quickly filled it.
The visitor was none other than Ma Shaolong, who had been very influential among the male population in his previous life.
"Hey bro, what's your name?"
"Chen Bing." After glancing at Ma Shaolong indifferently, Chen Bing replied in a fairly enthusiastic tone.
"Where did you go to elementary school before?" Ma Shaolong grabbed the railing with both hands and stepped onto the floor that was a section higher than the edge of the outer corridor.
His action wasn't about jumping off a building, but rather a strange habit that many boys have before they mature.
"Baishi Town Central Primary School." Turning around, Chen Bing sighed inwardly. In her previous life, at this time, she had thought Ma Shaolong was very capable and had great leadership qualities, but from this perspective, he was just a little kid.
"Oh, I saw you leave right after the second evening self-study session yesterday. Are you a day student?"
"Yes, it's close to home, so it's convenient for commuting."
Hearing this, Ma Shaolong felt a little smug. His family was actually from the county town, but the reason he came to Baishi instead of attending the Experimental Junior High School was mainly because his uncle was the grade leader at Baishi No. 1 Middle School. Although he was in the third year of junior high, his uncle had some influence at the school and could take care of him.
In addition, the academic performance of the science and technology class at Baishi No.1 Middle School was indeed better than that of the regular class at Experimental Junior High School, and even if he didn't get in, his uncle could still get him in, so Ma Shaolong chose to study here.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Chen Bing was indeed slightly better than him in both height and appearance, and she also knew more people in the class at the beginning. All of this made him, who had always been a popular figure in elementary school, feel very discouraged. However, in terms of family background and social status, he still had the upper hand.
His family lives in the county town and owns a high-rise apartment for rent and a small villa for residential use.
After feeling smug for a moment, Ma Shaolong waved goodbye to Chen Bing with a graceful demeanor, and then, like a victorious rooster, returned to the classroom with high spirits.
Unaware of the other person's thoughts, Chen Bing paid no attention to the little incident that had just occurred. After hearing the class bell ring, he stretched and turned to walk into the classroom.
As soon as he entered, he saw a girl sitting in his seat, and she was reading his letter.
Upon seeing Chen Bing return, Zhang Xinyu looked up and smiled generously.
"I'm sorry, I just saw your beautiful handwriting when I passed by, and I couldn't resist sitting down to look at it for a while."
It's quite impolite to read someone else's writing without their permission, but Zhang Xinyu acted quite naturally. Plus, she's beautiful, so an ordinary young man would definitely be speechless upon seeing her.
"It's okay, class should start now."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinyu smiled apologetically, then got up and returned to her seat.
After the other person left, Chen Bing was able to sit back down in her seat. The wooden bench was slightly warm to the touch, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.
"Bing-ge, you're amazing! You can chat with girls so naturally." After Zhang Xinyu left, Cai Kunnan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Chen Bing with eyes full of admiration.
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