"Let's not think about next time for now, let's think about the midterm exams!" Wang Muman tapped He Lele's head again. He Lele jolted and then slumped onto her chair, sighing deeply before immediately opening her Chinese textbook to start memorizing. The other three stared at her actions in amazement. However, the three didn't disturb her and also started reading.
A new week began. Monday morning was for Chinese morning reading, preparing for the dictation in the upcoming Chinese class. Mornings were always a time for hypnosis, and several people went out to the restroom to relieve their drowsiness and boredom. He Lele, next to Wang Muman, was also drowsy, mumbling ancient poems, but her voice sounded muffled.
At this moment, someone in front of them carefully slipped a note onto his back. Wang Muman saw it and found it strange, so she took it to read. It asked if she could draw or if her handwriting was good, and if not, did she have any recommendations? Wang Muman could only say that her drawings were abstract, so she shook her head instantly and passed the note to He Lele.
He Lele, who was initially full of sleepiness, thought Wang Muman was also impatient when she saw the note. But upon seeing its content, she asked whose it was. Wang Muman pointed to Yan Cheng in front of her. He Lele wrote a few words and asked Wang Muman to give them to him, then she started to feel drowsy again.
After a while, morning reading ended. Yan Cheng turned his head and asked, "He Lele, do you have time during lunch and extracurricular activities these two days?"
"Yes, of course," He Lele replied, "What's up?"
"It's our class's turn to do the announcement board, and we'll be graded on Wednesday, so I wanted to ask for your help." Yan Cheng lowered his head slightly.
"It won't just be me, right? That would be too tiring."
Just as He Lele was about to refuse, Yan Cheng said, "It'll be me and Zhou Mingyu. If you want to invite anyone else, we have no objections!"
"Can Zhou Mingyu also draw and write well? Look at his English homework, yuck!" He Lele expressed disbelief.
"He can draw. His parents forced him to take art classes when he was young."
He Lele finally relented, "But I have a condition!" she said mysteriously. Yan Cheng looked confused.
"Next time you play basketball with Li Zhentao, let me join you!" He Lele looked at Yan Cheng with anticipation.
This made Yan Cheng instantly look enlightened. "Sure, sure, I thought it was something else!" Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Then it's settled. Thank you!"
He Lele nodded, then looked at Wang Muman, "Muman, I believe you'll accompany me, right? It'll be awkward for me to be with two guys alone!" she said pitifully.
"But I can't draw, I can't do this kind of thing." Wang Muman always couldn't stand He Lele's pleading expression.
"Your handwriting is definitely good. Look at your elegant handwriting, who would dare say it's not good! Please, please, or you can just read next to me. I know you don't sleep at noon and secretly read novels!"
Wang Muman secretly thought, "Oh no," as if she had been caught. "Alright, alright, I'll accompany you then!"
He Lele chuckled a few times, chasing away the sleepiness, and continued to worry about her Chinese book. "Why do these ancient people have so many ideas? Why not just sleep well and eat well?"
Wang Muman was a bit speechless. "Xiao Le, when we're memorizing, try to think less about these things and more about how to memorize them! Besides, you can't get the answers anyway."