Sunny Joy - CHAPTER 9

Clearly, having an unkind team leader, Song Ciyue is out of luck.

Their lab class is outdoors, and tasks are assigned in groups.

At 1:30 PM that day, Song Ciyue thought about taking a nap since she had no classes in the afternoon. But when she checked her phone, she saw that a task had come in.

She diligently and earnestly finished checking the materials, completed the work, edited it well, and sent it to the group like everyone else. The team leader sent a long message with the requirements.

Song Ciyue is someone who takes their work seriously; they have almost finished everything.

Team Leader: Let’s reorganize it.

Song Ciyue glanced at the others’ information, hmm, the others’ information still needs to be scrutinized and checked.

The second batch of documents is all set, and now her second request has come in. The new request is to extract the already organized document photos, edit the text, and replace them back in.

She gave herself one, and everyone else got three, with quite a few pictures inside.

The team leader doesn’t do any work but marks the most tasks for himself in the group lab report. Moreover, he gives a few requirements, and when people meet them, he adds more and makes them redo the work.

Song Ciyue is someone who takes her work seriously and has a gentle temperament. When faced with such a situation, she seeks help from Xibao.

Yue: Boo hoo, Xibao, someone is bullying me!

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Yue: I haven’t dared to take a nap these past few days. Just when I’m about to sleep, there’s always something for us to do. They assign the most work to themselves, but there’s not that much work to do. We don’t dare to say anything, and we don’t dare to ask either.

Xi: Ten materials for four people, why do you each pick three and leave her with one?

Yue: (with a sense of grievance) She said this during the on-site experiment, maybe she thinks she must do the final sorting herself.

Xi: Then don’t format it for her. I’ve done formatting for others before. Formatting is much more troublesome than organizing.

Yue: Just use the format painter, it’s not difficult.

Xi: That might be because I don’t know how to use Word, I’m not very good at it.

Xi: You three softies just take it.

Yue: (aggrieved) I decided for her and scolded her.

Xi: Push her to me, I’ll use my alternate account to insult her!

Yue: She has a powerful background, we don’t dare.

Then the two of them went to play games, even bringing along a new friend they had just met. They were busy for quite a while before finally logging off.

Everyone says the school’s environment is good. Originally, Song Ciyue didn’t believe it, but maybe because she had finished her work, she thought about going out for a walk to clear her mind.

The school has always been rumored to have a great ecosystem, but she feels it’s just that there are more trees, a lake, some flowers, and birds, which is okay.

She was walking with some friends, and after they crossed a bridge, they saw a few ducks floating leisurely about twenty meters away. One friend beckoned to them and said, “Come over here!”

Then, these ducks activated their turbo boosters and swooped from one side of the bridge to the other, leaving the still unsettled lake surface rippling gently.

A crowd of people, shocked by this speed, exclaimed like illiterates: “woc!”

Perhaps this is the benefit of not having to study Chinese in college; the language is simple and sincere.

While everyone was still in shock, a unique individual took out their phone, recorded a video of the lake, and said while filming, “Squad leader, look at this lake, it’s so beautiful! I almost want to jump in and swim. Don’t bother fishing me out later.”

A few people were all set to watch the fun, not interrupting, and didn’t know what the class monitor thought of this matter.

Before they could say anything, they saw a photo come in the group chat. There was a dead silver fish on the ground, and judging by the surroundings, it was nearby. Song Ciyue and the others quickly pinpointed the location.

Those people are quite outstanding because over here, there are four people studying a fish.

Shang Nuan: “Fish are growing on the ground.”

She kept talking to herself, nodding her head.

More professional than her was Yang Liu. She took a stick, poked it a few times, and then concluded, “Characteristics: scaly, silver-white, dead.”

The so-called demonstration of professional judgment might just be her holding a stick (not really).

Someone in the group quickly responded, sending a photo of a long-dead duck.

Respondent: Hibernating duck, identification complete.

Shang Nuan looked and, imitating Yang Liu’s tone, said, “Black beak, hairy, dead.”

Autumn concluded, “Today’s harvest is good, let’s hurry back and have a second meal.”

Song Ciyue was taken aback for a moment: “Take it back? Do you want to eat?”

Qiuqiu, with a smile on her face but not in her eyes, said, “No, I’m afraid you’ll be hungry, so I’ll leave it for you.”

Song Ciyue shook her head, but she sent these photos to Chu Xi and told her that this was an extraterrestrial object she had discovered. It was said to have the power to bring the dead back to life and could be given to her for free.

Xi: 6

In the end, these things remain in place, waiting for their destined owners.

Earlier, it was mentioned that Chu Xi had a guy who confessed his feelings to her, named Zhao Yu.

Although they haven’t followed up, Chu Xi didn’t say anything about deleting the person; she just doesn’t take the initiative to talk to him anymore.

Zhao Yu had contacted her; he was perceptive and knew that persistence was futile. He would always reach out to her during competitions or exams, asking if she was participating.

Chu Xi glanced around, then glanced again, hmm, it’s a serious matter, we can talk about it, just need to have an effective discussion on whether it’s necessary to participate and the benefits after participation.

Their contact has been maintained like this all along. Chu Xi, who is determined to be a slacker, is urged by her friends to make progress. As for the two people who make things difficult for her, one has always been less in touch, and the other is time to be independent.

On this day, she wrote another popular science article and realized that she could understand the mistakes her friends made. She felt it was time to free herself from her suffering.

Xi: I feel like there’s nothing more I can teach you. You’ve already grown up. From now on, you can work hard on your own.

Friend: I can’t do it.

Xi: I’ve been working my fingers to the bone for several days now. Look at you, you’re all set now and can put in the effort yourself.

Friend: I still need you to save my English, plus the essays, and the cloze tests.

Chu Xi once thought that she might have given him the wrong hint. Was it because she seemed too relaxed? No, she had to make it clear!

Xi: Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion? You must think I don’t work enough and have too much hair.

Xi: Do you run around campus for me every day? Do you write things for me every day? Or do you chat with all the girls every day?

Friend: Really? Is there such treatment?

Xi: Yes, if you sleep now, you’ll have everything.

Having dealt with the relentless overachiever, she can finally let go of the pressure.

As for the origin of the title “King of Competition,” Chu Xi couldn’t help but shed a few bitter tears for herself.

When Chu Xi is too lazy to run, she will call Juan Wang to come up and join her. Then, after playing for a while and completing some tasks, Juan Wang will say it’s time for him to… study… (Chu Xi emphasizes this!)

It’s either questions from my major courses or other stuff; lately, I’ve just been memorizing vocabulary. Am I not the ultimate overachiever?

It’s truly a real-life depiction of “I talk to my friend about games, and my friend talks to me about studying.”