APTnovel Chapter 101 I forgot to bring a pen
Chapter 101 I forgot to bring a pen
The weather was unbelievably nice during the midterm exams.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting bright squares on the desks. Chalk dust drifted slowly in the beams of light, like snow in winter.
When Song Huan came out after finishing her math exam, there were already quite a few people standing in the corridor.
Some people squatted on the ground to check their answers. If they got it right, they would smile; if they got it wrong, they would just say "Oh."
Someone was leaning against the wall, staring at the ceiling, muttering to themselves.
Some people rushed to the toilet, their footsteps echoing in the corridor.
He stuffed his pencil case into his pocket and just stepped out the door when he caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door of the next classroom.
Xiao Yunqing stood there, craning his neck to look this way.
Her ponytail was tied high, and she wore an indescribable expression on her face.
It wasn't an anxious expression, but rather the kind that said, "I'm looking for someone, but I don't want others to know that I'm looking for someone."
She looked left and right, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, stopping when it landed on him.
Then her eyes lit up, and she waved vigorously at him, signaling him to come over.
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
Why did this girl run out so fast?
Judging from her appearance, it seemed like something serious had happened.
He walked over quickly. "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yunqing pulled him to the corner of the corridor, her voice low and menacing, "Did you bring a pen?"
Song Huan looked at her.
"You're not bringing a pen to the exam?" His voice rose a half octave.
"Keep your voice down!"
She panicked, reached out and covered his mouth, then quickly pulled her hand back. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching them. "My pen ran out of ink, but I just finished my math homework."
Song Huan took a deep breath.
What's the difference between taking an exam without a pen and a soldier going to battle without a gun?
This girl has been taking exams for over ten years, and she still makes such a basic mistake.
"Don't you have two?" she whispered, blinking her eyes with a hint of ingratiation.
How did you know I had two?
"I saw you put two pencils in your pencil case this morning." She lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her voice trailing off. "I was planning to buy new ones this weekend, but you dragged me away..."
Well, it's all his fault.
Song Huan sighed and took her pencil case out of her pocket.
Unzip the zipper, and inside lie two black ballpoint pens.
He casually picked one up and handed it over.
Xiao Yunqing took it, glanced at it, and paused for a moment.
The pen is an ordinary black ballpoint pen with a red "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) sticker on the cap. The edges are a bit curled up and the ink has faded, but you can still make out that it is a "福" character.
She recognized the pen.
The day before the high school entrance exam, she spent ten minutes in the stationery store, trying out five or six different stationery items before finally choosing this one. She put a "Fu" (good fortune) sticker on it, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "May this bless your Chinese composition so that it doesn't go off-topic."
It feels like the high school entrance exam was just yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, I'm already in my first year of high school.
This pen is still in Song Huan's pencil case.
The sticker is still there, even though the edges are peeling off.
She didn't say anything, clutched the pen in her hand, glanced up at him, and then looked down again.
"Then I'm leaving."
"Yes, do your best on the exam."
She turned and ran away.
She walked quickly, her ponytail swung, and she disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Song Huan stood in the corridor, looking in the direction she disappeared, and stood there for two seconds.
……
By the time the last exam was over, the sun was already setting.
Orange light streamed in through the windows, illuminating the corridor like a golden river.
Song Huan stretched her neck after leaving the examination room.
I took six exams in two days, and my brain feels like a wrung-out towel—dry and brittle, with no water left to squeeze out.
He walked towards the classroom.
The corridor was piled high with books, stacked against the wall, waiting to be moved back after the exams.
Some people were flipping through books, some were organizing papers, and some were squatting on the ground stacking up scattered notebooks and tying them together with rubber bands.
Song Huan found her own stack, which was neatly stacked. There was another stack next to it, which belonged to Xiao Yunqing.
Two stacks of books were placed side by side, with a physics textbook on top of his English notebook, the corner of the page folded.
He picked up his books and walked towards the classroom.
When I got to the door, I glanced at the end of the corridor but didn't see Xiao Yunqing.
Okay, let's move in first and then figure it out.
The desks in the classroom were already arranged, crooked and haphazard, like a drunken queue.
He put his book away, then turned and went out again.
In the corridor, Xiao Yunqing's stack of books was still leaning against the wall.
Xu Heng was standing in the corridor comparing answers with his classmates when he looked up and saw Song Huan walking over. He paused for a moment and stepped aside.
Song Huan nodded to him, then bent down and picked up Xiao Yunqing's book.
Xu Heng stood to the side, watching him carry away the stack of books. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
His hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were hunched, and he looked like an honest man.
Song Huan took a few steps with the books in her arms, then turned back to look at him. "Have you finished moving your books?"
Xu Heng nodded, "All moved, all moved."
The sound was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing people.
Song Huan didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
In the classroom, Song Huan placed Xiao Yunqing's books next to her seat and stacked them neatly.
The textbooks were arranged by size, with workbooks on the right and notebooks on the left, exactly the same arrangement as before.
After he finished, he dusted off his hands and turned to walk towards the door.
In the corridor, Feng Nian was carrying books as he walked in.
The books were stacked high, covering half of her face, revealing only her eyes and a small patch of bangs on her forehead.
She walked very slowly, and every two steps she would nudge the top book with her chin to prevent it from slipping down.
Song Huan saw it, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.
"Let me get you some."
Feng Nian peeked out from behind the book, saw him, smiled, and said, "Thank you."
Song Huan pulled half of it out of her arms and held it in her own.
The books weren't heavy, but they weren't stacked steadily, so he used his arm to hold them in place and stabilize them.
The two walked into the classroom one after the other.
Feng Nian walked ahead with steady steps, her ponytail hanging down her shoulders, the ends of her hair slightly split.
She was wearing her school uniform jacket today, with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, revealing a section of her fair skin, and a thin red string on her wrist.
"How did the exam go?" she asked.
"I'm doing alright, how about you?"
"I couldn't solve the last big math problem." She said calmly, as if it were something unrelated to her. "I thought about the third question for ages, but I had no idea how to do it."
"I couldn't make it either," Song Huan said.
He actually did it, but saying "I did it" at this point is no different from showing off.
It's unnecessary, and even if you do it, it might not be the right thing to do.
Feng Nian nodded and said nothing more.
She walked to the first row, put the book on the table, turned around, and took the other half from Song Huan.
"Thank you," she said, looking into his eyes and smiling.
That smile was faint, but very sincere.
"It's nothing." Song Huan turned and walked back to her seat.
Looking up, I saw Xiao Yunqing standing at the classroom door.
She didn't know when she came back, but she just stood there, leaning against the door frame, looking this way.
The expression was hard to describe; it wasn't angry or unhappy, it was just a look.
His gaze moved from his face to Feng Nian's face, then back to Feng Nian's face, pausing for a second.
She didn't say anything, brushed past me, and walked into the classroom.
Her steps were neither fast nor slow, and her ponytail hung down, not swinging as high as usual.
As I passed him, my shoulder almost touched his arm, but I didn't stop.
My heartfelt words drifted over, gently, like the wind rippling across a lake.
[Helping someone move books is quite kind of you.]
[snort.]
Song Huan stood there, watching her walk away to her seat.
She glanced down at the books on the table and paused for a moment.
Why did you bring your own books back?
The books were stacked neatly, with textbooks arranged by size, workbooks on the right, and notebooks on the left.
She stood there, staring at the stack of books for two seconds.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again.
My inner voice drifted over again.
[He must have helped me move it.]
[Never mind, I'm not angry anymore.]
[I wasn't angry to begin with.]