Sunny Joy - CHAPTER 3

“After the parents came, he learned from them. He said he saw my friend and me going to the bathroom together, holding hands.”

Chu Xi: “I’m confused, is your friend male or female?”

Number Two: “Female.”

Number One: “What’s wrong with best friends holding hands? They’re not boys.”

Number Two: “Yeah! We can even hold hands.”

Number 3: “Our school says no dating, but you were just holding hands as friends. Nowadays, young girls do this with their best friends! He’s just making a big deal out of nothing.”

Number 2: “Exactly, luckily my friend’s parents also feel that this homeroom teacher is just looking for trouble, so they ignore him.”

Chu Xi: “I don’t understand what he’s after. Is it just to call the parents?”

Number Six: “Really, I don’t understand either.”

Number Five: “Don’t understand, plus one.”

After comparing this incident, the head teacher of the neighboring class (who is also their math teacher) likes to extend classes, often not finishing even one major problem in a single session; his Mandarin is not up to standard, and sometimes we can’t even understand what he says; he also likes to create unnecessary trouble and is quite petty.

Looking at it this way, our teacher Ning, who is also a math teacher, is nothing short of an angel.

Around six o’clock, we start the early morning reading session.

Today is Chinese language morning reading, everyone is reciting, but some people are just pretending to be busy.

Chu Xi held the textbook and recited, “In the frontier, autumn brings different scenery; in Hengyang, the geese leave without a care…”

Chu Xi’s desk mate was singing, “If I look at you one more time~ will there still be…”

Although it was sung quite beautifully, but, but shouldn’t it be recited instead? Why is it being sung?

Chu Xi stopped and asked him, “Aren’t you going to hurry up and recite some more to improve your memorization of ancient poetry? Why are you still singing?”

The desk mate glanced at Chu Xi and said deeply, “You don’t understand, the mountain man has his own clever plan.”

Chu Xi: Uh… fine, fine, whatever.

It’s just like the saying, “The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is.”

Another weekly test. This time, her desk mate didn’t ask to borrow paper from her. Her desk mate bought several packs herself and took them to the exam room.

After all the subjects were finished, some pulled the desks, while others tidied up their things.

Chu Xi’s desk mate is acting strangely.

After he pulled the table, he plopped down on the stool.

Chu Xi moved all the books back and was organizing things. Seeing him not moving, he looked like he had lost his soul.

“Gu Yihang, what’s wrong with you? You look so listless.”

“Sigh, don’t even mention it. I didn’t write the classical Chinese poetry dictation in my Chinese class, so I guess I’ll be punished with extra writing.”

“Serves you right, told you not to skip studying, and you still sang.”

“It’s all your fault!”

Chu Xi was puzzled, what did she do?

“Blame me? What does that have to do with me? If you can’t explain it clearly, I’m not taking the blame.”

“That day, I happened to have two blanks in my classical poetry and prose dictation. I randomly pulled out a piece of paper, and it just happened to have a dictation question from the test printed on it, so I copied it.”

Chu Xi understood: “So you asked me for the store name just to buy a few more for the exam?”

Gu Yihang retorted, “Otherwise?”

“So what are you doing now?”

“When I was looking for answers, I kept drawing. The proctor asked me what was wrong, and I replied that I was drawing so much because I didn’t have any paper I liked.”

Chu Xi hit the nail on the head: “Aren’t you the one who hasn’t found the answer?”

Gu Yihang fell silent: “Hmm, I’ve already finished drawing lots, but didn’t find anything.”

Original question: The line that best reflects the poet’s thoughts and feelings in Du Fu’s “Climbing High” is ().

Chu Xi patted his shoulder and encouraged him, “It’s okay, maybe these few packs are missing? You didn’t buy enough, buy a few more packs, and you’ll definitely find it next time.”

Gu Yihang gave her a sidelong glance and said, “Then I guess the school will add a new rule: students can’t bring paper during exams.”

Chu Xi told him not to be afraid: “That won’t happen. This is an uncontrollable physiological need; it can’t be so inhumane. The school should only limit the number you can bring, just a few at a time. This is when your luck is tested!”

“Forget it, I might as well go study properly.”

That evening, when Chu Xi returned home, she told Song Ci Yue about this matter.

“I was almost dying of laughter at that time.”

Song Ciyue also laughed, “I really didn’t expect it. The proctor must have thought that this student was so picky that he even chose the paper.”

“I also heard about another thing your class teacher did, which is that he took a girl’s backpack and even gave her a demerit…”

“Eh, you knew? I was still planning to tell you, but later other classmates told me too. I think…”

Besides Song Ciyue, Chu Xi also has many friends, a few of whom she gets along particularly well with and are now her classmates.

I still remember that day at the beginning of senior year when she was burdened with worries because of some issues. Song Ciyue had something to attend to at the time, so they weren’t together, and there was no one to confide in.

She walks through the crowd in the morning light.

In the crowd, she was the only lonely person. Some hurriedly rushed forward, surpassing her; others walked in a relaxed manner, heading in the same direction, as if the people around her were a flowing river.

Chu Xi felt a moment of confusion.

Where should she go now? It’s her first time staying in a dorm, so she should be heading to her dorm room, right?

“Chu Xi!”

Suddenly, a voice behind her called her name.

She was a bit puzzled, who could it be?

“Zhao Yu?”

A lean boy walked over. He was wearing an oversized black T-shirt, the shoulder seams taut, backlit, revealing a hint of a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted figure. Below, he casually wore a pair of gray sweatpants.

Zhao Yu was her middle school classmate; she didn’t expect to run into him here.

Anyway, it’s always nice to see familiar faces.

“What a coincidence.”

Zhao Yu nodded, as if it really were the case.

“It’s quite a coincidence, I just walked in and saw you. What are you doing standing here?”

Chu Xi: “I finished putting my things away, but I don’t know where to go now.”

Zhao Yu raised an eyebrow and said, “How about we go to the classroom together? Which class are you in?”

“302.”

Zhao Yu smiled, “What a coincidence, I’m also in 302. How about we go together?”

“Together? It’s my first time staying in a dorm, and I don’t even know where to go.”

“If you just arrived, you need to go back to the dormitory first, tidy up your bed, the dormitory is right there…”

Although they have been classmates for so long, they only got along well for a few years, and then they lost contact.

Chu Xi found that this person was quite nice, and being together felt no different from when they first met. It was as if everything was just like before.

If there’s anything you can sneakily eat in high school, it’s probably candy.

Individually packaged, easy to carry, unless you open your mouth, others won’t notice.

So, it became the darling of high school students.

Every time we get to go off-campus, the students will buy some, then sneakily eat them during class or share them with friends nearby.