"So, I think the school will definitely not cancel the New Year's Eve party for the sake of the teachers and students."
After recalling what Chen Bing had just said, Shang Yunmiao snapped out of her kiss and returned to the topic they had just been discussing.
"Coach, what do you mean?" Shang Yunmiao seemed to want to ease the awkwardness from before. She straightened up from Chen Bing's lap and sat obediently next to him, asking in a slightly strange tone.
"Well, when it comes to the most important factor among students, it must be the number one that everyone likes to see and pays the most attention to. Unfortunately, this Holy Son of the Shiraishi Sect in 2017 is none other than myself."
As for the teacher factor, it's even more direct. Our Uncle Shang is the director of the Education Bureau, the leader of the entire Shangping County education system. Deciding which teachers' professional titles are a piece of cake for him.
Since we have both of those factors, isn't it perfectly normal to ask the school, or rather the principal, to grant us a small request? If all else fails, we can always use Uncle Shang's name to exert some influence.
Surprisingly, Chen Bing's first half of the statement seemed quite reasonable, but it turned out that this reasonable first half was actually used to prove the nonsense in the second half.
Because it was so absurd, it was hard for anyone to believe that Chen Bing truly meant what he said. Coupled with the other party's smiling face, Shang Yunmiao simply assumed that Chen Bing was joking and didn't take it seriously.
"You're the best at coaxing me. Now you can even say things like this." Shang Yunmiao placed her small hand on Chen Bing's leg and gently pinched it again and again before raising her small face to scold him.
"Heaven have mercy, I'm telling the truth." Extending her arm at a 45-degree angle upwards, Chen Bing looked aggrieved, as if making a vow to heaven. But why did it look so strange?
Regardless of whether Chen Bing's words were true or false, Shang Yunmiao was now curious about his current actions.
"Chen Bing, what do you mean by that gesture? I see the boys in our class often doing that to each other."
"Oh, you mean this? This is a way of greeting people. It was popular in Germany in the 1930s and 40s. It was invented by an art student who failed his college entrance exams. Because it was cool and interesting, everyone used it to greet people."
This more formal explanation might be more in line with Shang Yunmiao's understanding. She nodded upon hearing this and then returned to the previous topic.
"It's settled then. If the New Year's Eve party is canceled, Chen Bing, you have to stay with me."
“Okay, no problem!” Chen Bing readily agreed. “If we don’t go through with it, I’ll just give myself to you as compensation.”
Shang Yunmiao's first reaction upon hearing this was that Chen Bing was trying to get something for nothing. But upon further reflection, it didn't seem like a problem, and besides, Chen Bing was just joking around to appease her, so she decided not to dwell on the matter any longer.
One way a girl shows her love for someone might be by knowing that the other person is lying, yet still willingly letting them deceive her. This is true for girls with their lovers, and it's also true for mothers with their sons.
After being coaxed by Chen Bing, Shang Yunmiao's mood improved considerably. She put on the shoes she had just kicked off, ran to the kitchen, grabbed two more cups of strawberry yogurt, and wanted to drink them with Chen Bing.
“Let’s have one cup first. If we open both cups and can’t finish them, wouldn’t that be a waste?” Chen Bing, with her quick wit, replied when Xiao Shang opened her yogurt cup and handed her the other one.
"Can't you finish such a small cup?" Shang Yunmiao wondered curiously as she sat down next to Chen Bing. Then she realized that Chen Bing actually wanted to play a game of exchanging saliva with her.
After glancing at Chen Bing with a mixture of shyness and anticipation, Xiao Shang kicked off her white cotton slippers, revealing her small feet clad in white socks. She then crossed her legs to the right and leaned against Chen Bing on her left.
Leaning back on the sofa with her head resting on Chen Bing's shoulder, Xiao Shang found the position surprisingly comfortable. Her head was nestled in Chen Bing's triceps, a soft and pleasant spot when he wasn't exerting force.
"I want to see what was posted in the class group chat this time."
When Xiao Shang asks for a favor, how could Chen Bing possibly refuse?
He tilted his head, resting the right side of his face on Shang Yunmiao's head, while taking out his phone with his left hand and scrolling through the class group chat history.
And so, Xiao Shang held the yogurt in both hands, taking a sip himself every now and then, and then offering it to Chen Bing so he could have a sip.
Thinking to herself that "I want to have a drink with you" meant something more risqué than just a simple drink, Chen Bing sighed inwardly and didn't say much, instead focusing on helping him scroll through his phone.
The class group chat was buzzing with messages. In the short time it had been, while I was chatting and laughing with Xiao Shang, there were already 99+ new messages.
Lü Chenliang: (Photo.JpG)
Lü Chenliang: (Photo.JpG)
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Lü Chenliang: Look, our dorm has a super-deluxe family-sized instant noodle bowl.
Chen Bing remembered that Lü Chenliang was a member of Ma Shaolong's small group and also shared a dormitory with Ma Shaolong.
Clicking on the photo he sent, I saw several boys from the class in the dormitory, forming a large circle around a washbasin, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious ritual.
Clicking on the next two photos revealed a close-up of the basin. It turned out to be filled with instant noodles; the boys weren't performing some mysterious ritual, but were simply enjoying their meal.
The instant noodles in this bowl were truly an eyesore. They were in a green bowl with a strange color. Floating on top of the soup were all sorts of odd things—white, yellow, red, and green—which, upon closer inspection, appeared to be steamed buns, sausages, pickled cabbage, and biscuits, among other things.
To be honest, although it didn't look very appealing, the excited expressions on the faces of the guys present made it clear that this super-deluxe family-sized instant noodle bowl actually tasted quite good.
That's great! The taste of the instant noodles is secondary; it's the atmosphere that's so appealing.
This dish of instant noodles, both humble and youthful, must be one of the fondest memories of many people's high school years. In the years that followed, no delicacy could compare to the taste of that cup of instant noodles shared with roommates when we were hungry.
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