When the class bell rang, Wang Muman leaned closer to Yan Cheng, speaking to him about their conversation. Yan Cheng felt the warmth of her breath near his ear, his neck flushing and tingling.
After speaking, Wang Muman leaned back and saw the person in front nod, then begin their homework. Midway, she glanced at He Lele, who seemed genuinely not upset, even secretly snacking.
After school, walking on the road, He Lele was full of fighting spirit, walking like a gorilla.
“Manman, I’ve decided. I’m going to study hard, that’s the only way to avoid a long-distance relationship!”
Wang Muman’s eyes twitched. She hadn’t expected He Lele to think so much.
“Are you sure you won’t get a new boyfriend in the next two and a half years? A junior?” Wang Muman imagined the scene of running downstairs every day, no, no, she had to stop this.
“I’m sure, Manman, I swear right here! I swear, I will be devoted!” He Lele raised her hand to her head as if to swear.
Wang Muman slapped her hand away. “First, you need to deal with your daily visits to the history office. Otherwise, the history teacher might think I’ll choose humanities.”
He Lele immediately sighed.
“Older men are also handsome!” He Lele grabbed Wang Muman’s sleeve. “Sister, just stay with me!” She deployed her charm skills again.
Wang Muman simply fled. He Lele couldn’t catch her. They tussled on the road, she running, He Lele chasing, their laughter echoing.
“Qingming Festival rain falls, travelers on the road yearn to break their souls.” Early in the morning, He Lele was reciting this poem on the road. Fine rain fell from the sky, and even with an umbrella, one felt damp and a little uncomfortable.
It was customary for it to rain during the Qingming Festival, especially in this coastal town where the rain felt even more pervasive.
Wang Muman walked slowly, holding her umbrella. Having woken up early, she wasn’t walking as fast as usual. He Lele, who enjoyed a slower pace of life, always had endless topics to discuss, talking about which celebrity was handsome, what dramas were good, anything and everything.
“Good morning, Zhou Mingyu.” Wang Muman entered from the back door and saw Zhou Mingyu, looking a little surprised.
He Lele directly sat next to him and said, “Hey, why are you so early? Oh, catching up on homework, you didn’t finish it yesterday!” He Lele began to tease.
“Good morning, Sister Manman. What’s wrong with catching up on homework? There’s so much homework, and I wrote it diligently, so of course, I couldn’t finish it.” Zhou Mingyu quickly greeted Wang Muman, not even looking at He Lele, and continued writing.
“You, diligently writing homework? Liar, I saw you copying the English homework!” He Lele propped her head on her hand, watching Zhou Mingyu.
Zhou Mingyu snorted and didn’t reply.
“Hey, you confessed to my brother, didn’t you! Are you out of your mind?” Zhou Mingyu finished the last word, put down his pen, and recalled what he had discussed with Li Zhentao while playing games over the weekend.
He Lele crossed her arms. “So what? I just like that type!”
Zhou Mingyu tugged He Lele’s ear, making her jump in pain.
“Let me tell you, you don’t have much hope. He has a childhood sweetheart.” Zhou Mingyu knew that when Li Zhentao was in elementary school, he had told him that the neighbor’s younger sister often played with him and was very cute.
This statement stunned He Lele, who had been about to hit Zhou Mingyu.
“What do you mean, there’s a girl?” He Lele immediately sat down and began to interrogate.
He Lele said anxiously, “Tell me quickly, what’s going on! You didn’t tell me before.”
Wang Muman also found it very strange, so she sat in the seat in front, listening to Zhou Mingyu.