Until he reached the school and returned to the classroom, Sheng Renxing turned on his mobile phone.
Messages came in like snowflakes, even people he hadn’t contacted in a long time joined in the birthday celebrations.
But there weren’t as many people as in previous years.
He casually opened one.
[Happy Birthday, Sheng Ge! /cakes/roses]
[Photos]
[/Grin]
In the photos, there was a picture from the party they had at a club last night.
In December, a season when it was too cold to wear cotton-padded jackets, they still chose to have a pool party.
There was no water in the pool, but a transparent pipe snaked from one end to the other, making eighteen bizarre twists in this pool.
Inside the pipe flowed various colored drinks.
Sheng Renxing looked at the extravagant pool of alcohol in the photo.
Sheng Renxing: “…”
He took a deep breath and remained silent for a while, then replied:
[/Smile]
He scrolled down, saw a sea of red dots, and just posted a status update.
[Thank you, everyone. /Fist] That’s it.
In a few seconds, he noticed the name “y” among those who liked his post.
He immediately opened the chat.
x: [?]
y: [?]
Sheng Renxing silently glanced at the other person’s WeChat name.
x: [Playing on your phone?]
x: [Do you know what class you have next?]
When they were about to part ways downstairs in the morning, Xing Ye asked if he was going to their classroom.
He had a class with Lao Lu next, so he couldn’t agree.
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y: [I’ll go to sleep in a bit, just wanted to hear your answer.]
y: [It’s physics.]
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x: [Sleep well, goodnight.]
y: [What class do you have next?]
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Chen Ying was engrossed in his phone and replied without lifting his head, “Hmm?”
Sheng Renxing glanced at him; he was in the middle of a game.
With a slight smile, Sheng Renxing was about to reach out and tap him just as he was preparing to make a big move.
The class leader in front turned back and said, “Next class is English.”
Sheng Renxing paused, “Oh,” he responded and let Chen Ying be, lowering his head to type.
x: [English.]
In reality, as long as it wasn’t Lao Lu’s class, all the other classes seemed the same to him.
Because only Lao Lu would make people stand outside for punishment, paying attention to attendance.
Before he could reply to Xing Ye, the person in front maintained a half-turned posture and whispered to him.
He still didn’t look up, “Hmm?”
“Um, I heard it’s your birthday today,” the class leader didn’t mind his casual response, “Happy birthday!”
“Oh,” Sheng Renxing absentmindedly replied, then it took him two or three seconds to realize, he looked up at the class leader, “How did you know it’s my birthday today?”
The class leader blinked, and his ears turned red again, “I went to the office once and accidentally saw your records.”
“What records?” Sheng Renxing furrowed his brows.
“It’s the one you filled out for the competition,” the class leader explained, “It had your birthdate, phone number, and stuff. I accidentally saw it, and that’s how I remembered your birthday. I didn’t see anything else.” As if he had made an extremely sensitive discovery about Sheng Renxing’s mood, he quickly explained.
Sheng Renxing thought for a moment, then replied politely, “Oh, thank you.”
The class leader shook his head, with an exaggerated motion that made his whole body sway a bit. He appeared somewhat timid, “No, you’re welcome.”
Sheng Renxing nodded, and just as his phone vibrated, he looked down.
y: [Oh.]
Sheng Renxing: “?”
The other person’s input on the screen was still illuminated, so he didn’t respond, wanting to see what Xing Ye had to say.
However, the class leader in front didn’t turn around but kept staring at the textbooks on his desk as if he were gathering his courage or making a decision, looking serious.
“Uh…That…”
Sheng Renxing looked up, wondering what was going on. Was he about to ask me for money?
The class leader hesitated, “This might be a bit impolite, but I wanted to give you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Ying suddenly let out a loud curse, “Fvck! He’s already dancing at my dad’s tomb, and you’re still breaking my tower!”
Sheng Renxing glanced over, only to see “Defeat” displayed prominently on his screen.
He smirked.
However, this loud outburst not only interrupted the class leader but also caught the attention of the teacher, Lao Lu, in the front of the room.
“Chen Ying?!” Lao Lu slammed the podium, and the students who were previously looking down suddenly raised their heads in surprise. “Give me your phone and stand outside!”
Chen Ying was still angry, but faced with Lao Lu’s greater fury, he immediately obediently left the classroom.
Sheng Renxing shifted his gaze back to his phone.
y: [Are you coming down?]
Sheng Renxing’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes almost immediately darted to the classroom door.
The class leader, having been interrupted once, had lost half of his courage, and the remaining half of his sentence couldn’t escape his lips.
Sheng Renxing continued to type and spared a glance at him, “What were you saying earlier?”
The class leader: “…”
He stammered for a while, his face turning red as Sheng Renxing’s impatience grew, and finally, he mumbled quietly, “I wanted to ask if I could borrow your English assignment. It’s due next class.”
Sheng Renxing: “?”
The class leader: “!”
Sheng Renxing: “…”
He deleted the “Wait for me” in the chat box and remained expressionless, “English assignment?”
The class leader, puzzled, spoke softly, “Yes.”
Sheng Renxing: “…”
Their English teacher assigned homework every day but didn’t collect it. He only collected it after the monthly exams.
Sheng Renxing contemplated for a while if he had done the homework, but in the end, he realized that he had completely forgotten what the English assignment was.
The class leader, observing his expression, understood and took his workbook from his drawer, placing it on Sheng Renxing’s desk, “I’ve done it. Do you want to copy it?”
Sheng Renxing looked at the workbook and his expression changed instantly. It was as if he were the one who had just impatiently changed his expression after hearing someone say a few words.
He took the workbook, “Thanks, bro.”
Without looking at the class leader’s reaction, he lowered his head and typed:
x: [I forgot I had an assignment to finish. I’ll come find you after I’m done.]
x: [/囧]
After class, Sheng Renxing wrote quickly.
Copying homework was a very annoying task because it required no thinking but still demanded focused attention for mechanical tasks.
He was so engrossed in copying that he didn’t even notice someone had joined him.
After a while, he accidentally knocked over a cup of milk onto his homework, disrupting his writing.
Sheng Renxing frowned and made a “tsk” sound before looking at his desk mate.
He happened to see Xing Ye sitting in Chen Ying’s seat, looking down at the homework he was copying.
Seeing him pause and tap the milk, Xing Ye casually asked, “What kind of homework is it?”
Sheng Renxing’s previous frustration vanished instantly, and he had a smile on his face as he responded, “It’s English homework.” He was about to move the milk to the side, “It’s a bit rushed so I’ll drink it later.”
But as soon as he touched the milk, he realized something was off and hesitated, “Is it hot?”
“Yeah,” Xing Ye replied briefly without elaborating.
Sheng Renxing quickly changed his mind, “Actually, I’ll drink it now.”
Xing Ye chuckled, “Isn’t it too late for that?”
Sheng Renxing unscrewed the lid with one hand and pushed the workbook over to Xing Ye with the other, “Well, I’ll leave this to you then.”
Saying that, he winked at Xing Ye.
Xing Ye: “…”
Sheng Renxing quickly flipped through the homework and then turned to look at some potential helpers in the classroom.
As long as there was money involved, he was sure he could find someone to copy the homework for Sheng Renxing.
Sheng Renxing understood his intentions and firmly pressed his hand, “No.”
He handed the pen to Xing Ye, grinning, “I want you to help me copy it.”
Thanks! (◡ ω ◡)