Girls' emotions are truly amazing things.
On the way back to the classroom, Zhang Zhaomu was still a little confused.
Why is Chen Zhen no longer angry? Just a second ago he looked like he was about to cry from anger.
"Never mind, this is fine too."
Anyway, as long as I appease her, that's fine. I was originally planning to splurge on skins for her, but this saves me money.
As soon as I sat down back in my seat, I noticed a familiar lunchbox on my desk.
There was still a note on it.
"We had beer-braised duck for lunch today, and it was delicious!"
Zhang Zhaomu looked at Xiang Qing beside her and said, "Why did you bring me food again?"
Xiang Qing quickly typed. "I wanted to thank you because you did my hair this morning."
"I already said it was free, and it didn't take much time." Zhang Zhaomu waved his hand. "Don't go to all that trouble to pack it for me next time."
"No, Mom said I should be a grateful person." Xiang Qing shook her hair, the light blue hairband swaying in the breeze. "Besides, hairbands cost money, don't they?"
"A few cents, I guess." Zhang Zhaomu opened the lunchbox; the beer-braised duck did indeed look quite appetizing.
Even though I ate a big lunch, I'm starting to feel hungry again.
Xiang Qing handed over a pair of chopsticks at just the right moment.
"Didn't you think of bringing an extra pair of chopsticks?" Zhang Zhaomu asked.
"I won't eat many pieces, one pair will suffice," Xiang Qing wrote matter-of-factly. "Even though they're disposable chopsticks, having an extra pair would be wasteful."
"Alright."
This time, they made sure not to use the same pair of chopsticks, and the two quickly finished the beer-braised duck from the lunchbox.
Xiang Qing put away the lunchbox and suddenly spoke, " Zhang Zhaomu..."
"Huh?" Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback; this was the first time the other person had called him by his name. "What's wrong?"
"I used my phone at noon..." she said with difficulty.
"... And then what?" Zhang Zhaomu asked, puzzled.
" WeChat," Xiang Qing reminded her.
"Oh, oh." Zhang Zhaomu immediately understood. "You mean you accepted my friend request, right?"
"Yes, yes!" Xiang Qing nodded quickly.
Zhang Zhaomu took out her phone, looked at it, and sure enough, there was a new profile picture in her contact list.
The username " May All Things Exceed Your Wishes " stands out conspicuously in the list.
So Zhang Zhaomu clicked on her profile picture and added a note.
" Little Mute ".
Much better looking at it now.
The afternoon classes proceeded as scheduled, and Zhang Zhaomu was still asleep until the break between the second and third Duan Chan'er had prepared in advance, he quickly dashed out of the classroom, skillfully slipped into the grove, climbed over the wall, and only three minutes had passed when he opened the door to Duan Chan'er's house with the spare key.
To be honest, I felt a little nervous going into Duan Chan'er's house alone.
I glanced unconsciously at the tightly closed bedroom door.
What will Duan Chan'er's bedroom be like? A pink, girly style? Will there be a bookshelf full of books? She'll definitely have a computer, since she writes a lot, but I wonder what kind of specs it has, and whether it lags when playing games...
Lost in thought, I had already fed the Barbecue and September. I couldn't resist teasing the two little ones and remarked, "You two are really lucky, marrying a rich woman."
Ultimately, Zhang Zhaomu suppressed the urge to sneak into Duan Chan'er's bedroom for a peek and returned to the classroom before the school bell rang.
I had barely sat down when Duan Chan'er sent me WeChat.
"Squad leader, how did you get here so fast?!"
Zhang Zhaomu looked proud and quickly replied, "I already told you I have a secret route."
Duan Chan'er: "What secret route could allow you to make a round trip in just fifteen minutes? The shortest distance between two points is a straight line... Did you perhaps climb over the wall?"
Holy crap, she figured out the truth!
Zhang Zhaomu joked, "Actually, I didn't go back at all; I just pretended to take a stroll."
Duan Chan'er: "I don't believe it. The class monitor isn't the type to shirk responsibility for something like this."
"Speaking of which, class monitor, you didn't sneak into my bedroom, did you?"
Zhang Zhaomu: "Guess?"
Duan Chan'er: "I won't guess, I'll find out when I get back."
Zhang Zhaomu: "Even if I sneaked in, how would you know?"
Duan Chan'er: "Hehe, I tied a hair to the doorknob. If it breaks, it means you've been inside, and then you're finished!"
Zhang Zhaomu: "You're quite cautious..."
How much does she want to hide the fact that she writes harem novels online? No, even if I went into her bedroom, I might not find out she was writing harem novels, since computers usually have passwords.
What other secrets could she possibly have that she wouldn't want anyone to know, to the point that she'd resort to tactics straight out of spy movies?
Duan Chan'er: "After all, it concerns a girl's privacy. Of course, I trust the class monitor's character; he's not the kind of person who would pry into other people's privacy. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel comfortable giving you my house key."
Zhang Zhaomu felt a little guilty; he had actually already pried into the other person's privacy through other means...
The third period was Chen Yongchao's Chinese class, and Zhang Zhaomu slept as usual.
He had just drifted off to sleep when he felt a poke on his arm. He jolted awake, triggering a stress response that nearly made him jump up and hit the ceiling. Luckily, he had learned from his previous two experiences and managed to restrain himself, only managing to stand up abruptly.
Then he realized that all eyes in the class were on him, while Chen Yongchao stood on the podium with a blank expression.
"Our class monitor is finally awake? I called him several times but he didn't hear me. What was he dreaming about?"
Damn it, that familiar, sarcastic vibe.
This person usually doesn't sleep in class, so why is he suddenly calling on him today?
But since things had come to this, Zhang Zhaomu quickly lowered his head, looking completely honest. " Teacher Chen, I'm sorry."
"Don't say things like that. I'll only be your homeroom teacher for two years; I'm just a passerby in your lives at best," Chen Yongchao said indifferently. "So, if you want to apologize, you should apologize to your future selves; that's the one who will pay the price for your current behavior."
He looked at Zhang Zhaomu and said:
"Class Monitor Zhang, I'm disturbing your sweet dreams because I need to report to you on the arrangements for Teacher's Day tomorrow. I've already informed you that the first two periods tomorrow morning will be used for a Teacher's Day themed class meeting. As the class monitor, you need to take responsibility for organizing it."
Even with Zhang Zhaomu's thick skin, he was so embarrassed by Chen Yongchao's words that his face turned red.
He completely forgot that tomorrow was Teacher's Day. After all, he was just a nobody before, and this kind of holiday had nothing to do with him. He could just go along with everyone else's commotion. But now, as the class monitor... on this day, he was probably the one with the heaviest responsibility.
"Okay, Teacher Chen, I understand." He quickly replied, "I will do my best to organize this class meeting well."
Chen Yongchao nodded. "After class, come to my office. I'd like to discuss the specific procedures with you."
"Alright, sit down. There are still about ten minutes left in class, enough time for you to take another nap."