After washing clothes and brushing his teeth, Zhuang Ziang lay on the bed and played with his phone.
He opened the class group and found that the new monitor Xie Wenyong had sent a message, @ everyone.
The general meaning was that there would be a unified monthly exam for the whole grade on Tuesday and Wednesday next week, so everyone should prepare in advance.
It was originally a simple notice, and the whole class would know it.
But he insisted on showing off his power and required everyone to reply after receiving it.
Many people were too lazy to pay attention to him, and only a few students replied honestly with the word "received".
Xie Wenyong was very dissatisfied and sent another message.
"Why are there only a few people? Are the others asleep?"
Li Huangxuan couldn't stand it, and immediately replied rudely: "Don't take chicken feathers as a command arrow. When Zhuang Ziang was the monitor before, there were not so many troubles as you."
"Now I am the monitor, and I make the rules." Xie Wenyong immediately typed a reply.
A new official has three things to do when he takes office. If this fire fails to burn and his prestige fails to be established, his future work will be difficult to carry out.
He secretly held his breath and wanted to tell Lin Mushi, and also to tell all the teachers and classmates that he was better than Zhuang Ziang.
Unfortunately, the opposite happened. The classmates did not buy it at all.
Xie Wenyong did not see the imagined "received" in unison, but a lot of sarcasm.
"It's just a lousy class monitor. Zhuang Ziang gave it to him because he didn't want it."
"That's right, you really take yourself seriously."
"In my heart, I only recognize Zhuang Ziang as the class monitor."
"That's right, he has been the first in the whole grade for two consecutive years. Who can break this record?"
...
Xie Wenyong gritted his teeth, and the flame of jealousy burned in his heart.
At this time, Zhuang Ziang sent two words lightly: received.
School beauty Lin Mushi immediately followed: received.
Li Huangxuan: received.
Zhang Ziyu: received.
Deng Zhuoran: received.
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Only after seeing this scene did Xie Wenyong realize clearly.
Zhuang Ziang's position in the hearts of his classmates was difficult for him to shake.
The more this happened, the more he was dissatisfied.
He was more eager to prove himself.
Zhuang Ziang didn't have so many small calculations.
He replied "received", in fact, he was kind-hearted, cooperating with Xie Wenyong's work and helping him to calm down.
After sending the message, he put down his phone, read a magazine and went to sleep, looking forward to the library date with Little Butterfly tomorrow.
The next morning, a ding sound pulled Zhuang Ziang back to reality from his dream.
He took out his phone from the bedside and saw the reply from Little Butterfly.
"Big lazy pig, get up quickly, I bought you breakfast."
Zhuang Ziang got up immediately, no longer sleepy.
Can she only play with her phone during the day?
And yesterday's kiss, does she really not remember it at all?
Zhuang Ziang took a shower and changed into clean clothes, feeling refreshed.
I went out and scanned a shared bike, and rode to the library.
Under the poplar tree in front of the library, a girl in a white shirt and blue skirt was playing hopscotch on the red floor tiles.
Her steps were light and her feet were blooming.
The morning sun shone through the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on her body.
She was as beautiful as a fairy who had fallen to earth.
"Little Butterfly!" Zhuang Ziang was infatuated.
"You are so slow, the breakfast I bought is almost cold." Su Yudie complained with a pout.
"I'm sorry, I'll be faster next time." Zhuang Ziang apologized quickly.
When meeting Little Butterfly, he always looked forward to the next time, the next next time, and the next next next time.
It would be best if they were together every day.
Food could not be brought into the library, so the two sat on the steps nearby and shared breakfast.
Su Yudie bought some buns and steamed buns, paired with hot milk.
When it comes to eating, the important thing is not what you eat, but who you eat with.
When you are with someone you like, even simple food is delicious.
"Wow, Zhuang Ziang, this steamed bun is delicious, try it."
"No, you've already taken a bite."
"It's okay, I haven't taken a bite here."
"Okay then!"
...
Anyone who sees it will think they are a loving couple.
The sorrow of singles.
After eating, the two entered the library.
Today is the weekend, and there are many people reading books. Zhuang Ziang asked Su Yudie to find a seat first, and he went to find a book.
He hasn't finished reading "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", and he wants to continue.
There are also joke books and fairy tales in phonetic notation, and he has to bring two for Little Butterfly.
After taking the books, he came to the reading area. After searching for a long time, Zhuang Ziang found Su Yudie in the corner.
"Why do you find such a remote location?" Zhuang Ziang felt that it was a bit far.
"I tell you, I just encountered a very scary thing." Su Yudie said mysteriously.
Zhuang Ziang was stunned. There were so many people in the library. What scary things could happen?
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Su Yudie hurriedly said, "I clearly saw a lot of empty seats, but when I was about to sit down, someone next to me told me that there were people here!"
"That's it?" Zhuang Ziang held back his laughter.
"Isn't it scary? I saw empty seats, but they could see people." Su Yudie looked serious.
Zhuang Ziang couldn't figure out for a moment whether she was deliberately making him happy or was really that stupid.
He handed over the joke book: "Okay, read it!"
Su Yudie took the book and read it with relish like a child.
The "horror story" just now was immediately forgotten.
She had a low laugh point, but she was worried about affecting others. She often covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing out loud, and her little face was flushed.
Zhuang Ziang occasionally glanced at her, fearing that she would suddenly laugh out a snot bubble.
There was not much content in the phonetic version of the children's book.
Su Yudie quickly finished reading two books and got up to change books.
Zhuang Ziang was immersed in the world of martial arts and deeply involved in the dispute between Song and Liao, so he didn't pay much attention to her.
Time passed quietly, like sand flowing through fingers.
People came and went around him from time to time, bringing their own joys and sorrows.
I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Ziang withdrew his thoughts from Yanmen Pass and glanced at the girl beside him.
This time, she didn't read joke books, but concentrated on reading a book "Nanjing".
It is one of the four classics of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is said to be written by Bian Que.
The content includes the theory of the five elements, the eight meridians, the theory of the life gate, the system of hidden images, etc., which is very obscure and difficult to understand.
Zhuang Ziang was a little surprised.
The girl who was reading the children's book with phonetic notation just now and laughed like a fool actually read such a profound ancient book. The contrast is too great.
"Why are you reading medical books?" Zhuang Ziang asked in a low voice.
"I just looked around, out of curiosity." Su Yudie explained casually.
"Does your family member get sick?"
"No!"
Seeing that Su Yudie was reluctant to answer, Zhuang Ziang did not continue to ask.
After all, people generally do not like to talk too much about family members getting sick.
On second thought, he was already terminally ill, so how could he care about others.
"On the Equality of Things" says: Life and death, death and life.
All things in the world are constantly born and growing, and they are also constantly dying and disappearing.
After a person dies, is everything really empty?