When Zhang Nuan talked about me, her two little eyebrows moved like two little caterpillars, as if not only she despised me, but even her two cute little eyebrows despised me.
I laughed when I saw her like this. For the first time, I felt that my smile was filled with sunshine, because Zhang Nuan’s adorable look just now was like a ray of light shining down from heaven, which not only purified my brain full of those thoughts, but also soothed my restless heart. I admit that I was a little crazy looking at Zhang Nuan, but all this was interrupted by Zhang Nuan’s voice, "Hey, where is the Wangzai that someone said he would buy for me?"
I was so dumbfounded at that moment, remembering that I had just hurried out with the excuse of going downstairs to buy her Wangzai, cold sweat broke out on my temples. Finally, under the pinching of Zhang Nuan's chubby little hands, I could only agree to double the amount of the two cans of Wangzai milk that we had agreed on, and also buy her a bag of beef tendon. Of course, I couldn't buy the spiciest one because she was afraid of getting acne on her face.
Cao Bo hadn't come back during class, but I knew I wasn't the only one who cared about this. There was Xiaotian, who kept looking at the door and turned his head from time to time to glare at me, and there was also the class monitor who sat in front of me and occasionally looked up at the door.
I don't know why the monitor still cares about Cao Bo at this time, but after thinking about it, I feel that maybe this is a kind girl. No matter how you have hurt her, even if she has no feelings for you anymore, she doesn't want anything to happen to you.
A moment later, the teacher was teaching in the front, and Cao Bo came in with his head down, knocking on the door. Fortunately, Zhang Tong and the others were very restrained in their actions, so at least there was no visible injury on his face, except for the mark of the slap I gave him. Cao Bo's clothes were just a little wrinkled, but I guess this time he will be completely obedient for a while.
Although the fact that those guys in the senior year were planning to join forces with Gao Yang and the others had always weighed on my heart like a huge rock, and the red dog outside the school was like a dark cloud hanging over my head, the days passed by uneventfully.
Nothing happened to any of us, and I just lived my life day by day. After all, this kind of peaceful campus life is what I like. But there were some unusual things happening.
For example, Dana, who has been treating Zhang Nuan better and better recently, has now escalated to the point where he comes over to chat with the two of them after class whenever he has nothing to do. Of course, on the surface he is looking for me, but as soon as Zhang Nuan starts talking to him, Dana immediately ignores me and concentrates on talking to Zhang Nuan. And Zhang Nuan also makes me confused about what she means to Dana. She is always smiling at Dana and we chat happily even when we have nothing to do. Occasionally, when the three girls play basketball, they will call Dana to play with them. Of course, I have changed from the long-distance runner on the basketball court to a professional ball picker for them. But every time I ask Zhang Nuan jokingly how the relationship between her and Dana has developed, Zhang Nuan always deliberately says to me with a thick tongue, "Good friend!"
Every time I heard her answer me like this, I was speechless and could only nod and sarcastically say to her that you have so many good friends. Zhang Nuan would then shake her head and say, "Of course, I'm jealous, aren't I?"
Another unusual thing was that the monitor began to show kindness to me intentionally or unintentionally. Of course, it might be that I was thinking too much, but I always felt that the monitor seemed to become more enthusiastic towards me after I helped her get the video back from Cao Bo.
For example, sometimes when Zhang Nuan and I were studying a problem that was very difficult for both of us, the monitor would turn around and enthusiastically tell us how to solve it. Zhang Nuan would blink her big eyes and look at me, as if saying to me, "Hey, look, your monitor is here to explain the problem to you again!"
Every time Zhang Nuan had this expression, I would secretly glare at her, and she would raise her head disapprovingly, as if saying unconvincedly, "That's right, that's right!"
I don’t know if the class monitor noticed it, because every time she turned around to explain the questions to us, her little face would turn red. She would not even look up at us while she was explaining the questions. She would only look up and ask us if we understood when she finished.
I would look at her and nod devoutly, because I think that no matter what, the monitor's behavior of spreading knowledge to us, no matter what the purpose is, is worthy of recognition. But Zhang Nuan would nod bitterly every time, and then frown and ponder for a while, pretending to think, and finally let out a long breath to say that she understood!
Damn it, I am really helpless. I have been secretly calling Zhang Nuan's way of thinking "long-term constipation thinking" behind the squad leader's back. Surprisingly, Zhang Nuan has never been angry because I gave her such an ugly nickname for the way she thinks about problems. Instead, she always says smugly, "That's what others do, okay? I think seriously. Unlike you, you always stare at others like an idiot, drooling. When others ask you if you understand, you just nod like a little Teddy, drooling!"
Of course, I have argued with her many times about this issue. I said that that is what it means to really understand. Unlike her, who is like a comedian, with rich facial expressions when listening to someone talk about a topic, and she even dares to perform Shakespeare's plays. Zhang Nuan would shake her head and say, humph, that's what you call talent!
In addition to explaining the questions to us when he had nothing to do, the class monitor would also remind us during evening self-study which homework we should hand in the next day. To be honest, I have never studied as regularly as I did during that period in my life, and my academic performance did make a qualitative leap. In that monthly exam, I moved up from 38th place in the class to 17th place, so much so that our acting class teacher praised me in front of all the parents during the parent-teacher meeting.
This made my mom and dad very happy, and they returned my fake phone to me immediately, on the condition that my academic performance did not drop, otherwise their phone would be taken back immediately.
In fact, Zhang Nuan's grades have improved a lot this time, but I don't know what this elder sister was thinking. She actually went off-topic in her Chinese composition, so her overall score did not improve significantly. It really made me sigh like a hero, but this elder sister didn't think so. She thought that the article she wrote was the best and that the teacher had no taste and couldn't appreciate it. But I think that ordinary people can't appreciate it.
Because the title of the essay written by this elder sister is "The Other Shore, the End of the Love between Two Girls". Damn, this is an essay written by a high school student, about love and lesbianism. Which teacher can handle it
But no matter what, our academic performance has indeed improved significantly this time, and the one who made the greatest contribution is undoubtedly the class monitor who selflessly helped us. Zhang Nuan and I wanted to treat the class monitor to a meal together, but she refused. Zhang Nuan teased me behind my back and said that if you treat her to a meal yourself, maybe she will agree!
I told Zhang Nuan to stop talking nonsense, but I couldn't help but wonder what the monitor meant. I didn't know if she wanted to thank me so she kept explaining the questions to us, or if she had a crush on me and this was her alternative way of expressing herself to me