TMISIU- chapter 8

As soon as Wei Ying left the classroom, he shredded the paper and threw it into the trash can. He didn’t join any clubs, but he also didn’t want to go back to the classroom so quickly.

So he just wandered around in the Yuxi Building. Most clubs’ classrooms were in the Yuxi Building.

Wei Ying saw a Comic Club, a Go Club, a Street Dance Club, a Movie Club, a Science Fiction Club…

There were so many clubs that he hadn’t seen them before. He looked around for a meeting and picked out a few posters of clubs he was interested in in the newspaper shelf on the first floor.

He planned to go back to study carefully and read which club he was interested in.

Before long, he unconsciously followed the music and walked to the rehearsal hall of the Symphony Orchestra on the top floor of Yuxi Building.

Standing in the dark corner by the door, he saw Lan Zhan playing the piano through a small piece of glass.

But soon he saw Jiang Cheng playing the cello not far away.

Everyone in the orchestra performed their own role. The expressions on their faces were confident and calm, as if they were born in a concert hall wearing a Chinese costume.

The musical notes from different instruments were wonderfully blended into melodious music under the command.

Wei Ying hadn’t heard this song before, he just stared at Lan Zhan, just as how he stared at the live screen in the class of Yanping High School.

It took a long time for Lan Zhan to appear on the screen once, just as how long it took for the moon to be full moon once in the sky.

But every full moon, Wei Ying engraved the moon into his heart.

Now he was standing in a dark corner across a door, awkwardly imitating Lan Zhan’s gesture of playing the piano with his fingers, as if returning to the dilapidated classroom in Yanping High School.

Lan Zhan was still more than a thousand kilometers away from the screen, and he could only awkwardly copy Lan Zhan’s words with a pen and draw Lan Zhan with a pen.

He was clearly standing outside the door not far away, but he seemed to have never entered Lan Zhan’s world.

Suddenly, Wei Ying saw Lan Zhan who was playing the piano slightly turned his head and looked at the door where he was standing.

He ran into Lan Zhan’s sight. At that moment, his hand clenched tight, but he quickly realized that the corner where he was standing was very dark and could not be seen clearly, and Lan Zhan’s sight quickly returned to the score, confirming that it was just an illusion.

Wei Ying left the orchestra’s rehearsal hall.

When he reached the first floor, he put the pile of posters in his hand back into the newspaper rack and then returned to the empty classroom.

He walked to his seat and sat down. He took out the final examination papers of Gusu High School that he had asked Shen Xiao Hai before.

Wei Ying had already squeezed out the time to finish the Language, Mathematics and Science papers. He took out the unfinished English papers and was about to start to do it, but he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

He put down the pen and smelled it carefully, and found that the fragrance of flowers came from the drawer of Lan Zhan next to him.

Wei Ying hesitated before he bent down and looked at Lan Zhan’s drawer, and found that there was a red rose wrapped in pink translucent paper, tied with a snow-white bud ribbon, and there was a pink envelope next to the flower.

He guessed that the girl who had a crush on Lan Zhan took advantage of the club activities and secretly came over here.

But don’t even think about it. Lan Zhan would definitely go home after finishing the club activities. If he found it the next day, the flower would have wilting already.

Moreover, Lan Zhan hated dead flowers.

There was actually someone who stepped on thunder more accurately than himself, and he suddenly gained a sense of balance.

Wei Ying didn’t care about the rose. He wanted to remind Lan Zhan about it tomorrow morning so he continued to do the paper.

What was the relationship between the activities of the club activities and him? All of them needed money, and they couldn’t add points for the college entrance examination. It was better to engage in learning.

After all, he was not a person with a good family background.

As he was answering half of the English paper, the closed back door was suddenly opened.

Wei Ying was taken aback, turned his head and found that it was Lan Zhan who was about to walk in with a sheet of music.

“Don’t come here!” Wei Ying shouted loudly without even thinking about it.

Lan Zhan frowned and looked at him, but he still stopped, standing at the door and did not enter.

Wei Ying pointed to Lan Zhan’s table and said, “You don’t like flowers? Someone gave you roses and letter. They are in your drawer. Do you want me to take away the flower for you, or do you want to cover your nose and take it away yourself?”

Lan Zhan frowned deeper when he heard the words and slight disgust was in his eyes. He said coldly, “Take away everything for me.”

Both flowers and letter were taken away.

Wei Ying was startled, and his thorns stood up inexplicably. He chuckled lightly, biting hard.

“Others spent half a day writing a letter and carefully selected a rose. You don’t even look at it and throw it away. Don’t you even care about other people’s minds?”

The tone was very choking, but Wei Ying couldn’t help but empathize with the girl whom he didn’t know who she was.

He thought of so many letters he had written, and he also remembered that the girls in Yanping High School had never received a reply. What an irony.

It was so fucking ironic. He was lucky that he changed his handwriting and pretended to be a girl.

But he never thought that Lan Zhan would never read these letters and would throw them away as rubbish.

Wei Ying suddenly felt that he was the funniest joke in the world, stupid and cheap.

He tightened his lips and stared at Lan Zhan, with undisguised anger and malice in his eyes, but Lan Zhan still looked at him with indifferent eyes, and asked in a cold voice.

“Why should I care? Why does it matter to you?”

Wei Ying was stunned.

Yeah, what was wrong with him?

If Lan Zhan read the girl’s letter, then he was moved by their heart and promised to be with that person, he would not be happy at all.

The anger came inexplicably and went inexplicably, Wei Ying didn’t know why he was no longer angry, so he had no choice but to feel that he was still a sick idiot.

He bent down and took out the bunch of roses and envelope from Lan Zhan’s drawer.

He was about to go to the trash can and threw it away when Lan Zhan suddenly said “Take an opaque plastic bag and throw it away.”

Wei Ying asked subconsciously: “Why?”

Lan Zhan’s tone was already a little impatient, “Do you want to see this if you’re the one who wrote this?”

Wei Ying was stunned for another moment before realizing that if he threw it in the trash can, then it was very likely to be seen by other students who went to throw trash. If someone took it and read…

Okay, even if he threw away the letters, it was discarded with dignity. Wei Ying decided to forgive half of it graciously.

He silently took out the opaque plastic bag that he had packed earlier in the morning from his drawer, put the flowers and envelope in it and fastened them before throwing them in the trash can.

When he returned, Lan Zhan was already sitting in his seat, doing the English papers given by Nei Xiaoting.

Hey, even Xuesheng had to squeeze time out of the club activities to catch up with homework.

Wei Ying continued to do the final set of English papers. He finally completed the final exam papers of Gusu High School, but he did not have the answer.

Then he thought about Lan Zhan’s paper. Wasn’t it the same as the answer? After hesitating for a while, he finally poke Lan Zhan’s arm with a gel pen.

“What are you doing?” Lan Zhan didn’t stop writing.

“Let me borrow your first year final paper.” Wei Ying said.

“Threw it.”

“…” Wei Ying was speechless and couldn’t help but say, “Shouldn’t you keep the papers? You can revise the wrong questions when reviewing later.”

“No need.” Lan Zhan finally put down the pen and looked at him sideways.

Fuck, Wei Ying was stunned by the words. The crush meant that he had no wrong questions so there was no need to review it.

“Oh, forget it, I will ask another classmate to borrow it tomorrow.”

Wei Ying was just about to put away the paper, but Lan Zhan suddenly reached out and took the paper to his table to look at it.

“Eh, eh! Give it back to me!” Wei Ying shouted, but he didn’t use his hand to grab the paper.

“Aren’t you going to check the paper?” Lan Zhan took out a red pen from his pencil case and start reading his English essay.

Wei Ying suddenly became nervous. He withdrew his hand, as if sitting on pins and needles, watching Lan Zhan draw a line on the English essay with a red pen. His eyes swaying from side to side.

It was even more nervous than when a teacher in elementary school graded the paper in front of him!

“Your composition vocabulary is too weak.” Lan Zhan said.

“Oh.” Wei Ying nodded obediently.

In English, Lan Zhan and his teacher were indistinguishable, or almost all subjects were indistinguishable.

Lan Zhan read the test paper again and quickly graded everything except the listening test that he didn’t do.

Wei Ying didn’t know whether this person remembered the answer after more than two months, or he knew the answer as soon as he looked at the question.

No matter what it was, it was quite abnormal.

“Can you get full marks in listening?” Lan Zhan asked.

Wei Ying shook his head honestly: “No, usually about two questions will be wrong.”

He was very weak in listening and speaking.

Thank you for not having the oral exam for the college entrance examination, otherwise he would be finished.

“Go back and practice.” Lan Zhan’s tone was beyond doubt.

“Got it.” Wei Ying nodded.

“For this set of papers, you can probably get 133 points. It is 5 points lower than the average score of the Class 1, and 1 point lower than the lowest score of Class 1.” Lan Zhan said.

What he meant that he was still far from staying in Class 1.

Wei Ying was inevitably a little depressed. He hung his head and gave a hum.

“Have you done the papers for other subjects?” Lan Zhan asked.

Wei Ying hurriedly took out the other test papers. He put his head on Lan Zhan’s desk, his embarrassment was gone.

Lan Zhan graded the papers one by one and each set was marked with a total score at the end. He then analyzed one by one the gap between him and the average and lowest score of the first class.

To sum it up, there were still five words: “You are still far behind.”

Wei Ying finally had no strength to be depressed. He put his chin on the desk, his eyelashes were drooping, only nodding numbly and saying, “I know.”

Perhaps his expression was too pitiful. Lan Zhan looked down at him for a while before he took the supplementary materials on his desk, opened the book and began to mark with strokes. He told him where he needed to focus on while drawing.

Wei Ying nodded repeatedly.

Finally, Lan Zhan asked suddenly: “Do you know where your biggest problem is?”

Wei Ying didn’t have the energy to think.

He turned his head and laid on the table in the direction of Lan Zhan. He raised his eyelashes to look at him, his eyes were clear, only pure curiosity, and asked, “Where?”

“You can’t find the point.” Lan Zhan paused, looking at him as he said that.

It seemed to be true. Wei Ying thought about it. He always felt that he had to practice everything he read, and he didn’t know which piece to dig deeper, so he behaved obediently: “I will find out later.”

Lan Zhan didn’t seem to believe it so he asked, “Then you tell me, what is the point of what I told you last time?”

Wei Ying was stunned. It took him two seconds to react.

The last thing Lan Zhan said to him was the things he said after the basketball game.

After all, he had barely spoken since then.

But the memory of that day was really not good, Wei Ying still felt heartache and when he thought of those words, he still felt wronged.

He raised his head from the table, no longer looking at Lan Zhan, his upper body was stiff, and he couldn’t hide his full grievances as soon as he said: “Don’t you just want me not to use him in the future…”

He lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips, stubbornly not wanting to say the name.

“No.” Lan Zhan said flatly.

Wei Ying was stunned, then he heard Lan Zhan continued in a calm tone: “My point is, if you have something to say, say it to me directly, I will listen.”

I will listen.

Wei Ying was stunned for a while, suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes, sore in his chest, and his throat dried.

He lowered his head, for fear that Lan Zhan would see the expression on his face as he tried to reply in a calm voice, “I see.”

“So, what do you want to say to me this morning?” Lan Zhan asked, his voice even a little soft, as if he was afraid that if the tone was a little harder, the person on his side would not want to say it.

Wei Ying took a deep breath.

The piece of paper with the words carefully written one by one was torn apart by him and thrown into the trash can with his lack of courage.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength before putting the pieces together again, suppressing the growing sound of the mountain whistling and tsunami in his heart into a trembling voice and said:

“I want to continue to be your tablemate.”

“Okay.”

Without hesitation, Lan Zhan agreed softly.

It was still the word “okay”, just like after physical education class that day. It was extremely low, but Wei Ying felt as if he had suddenly stepped on a soft cloud.

Wei Ying squeezed his nails deeply into his palms, only to control himself so as not to cry in front of Lan Zhan.

That would be embarrassing.

He bit his tongue and couldn’t help but continue: “I still want you to help me to stay in the first class.”

That was how he liked to push his luck.

But this time Lan Zhan did not agree to him quickly.

Wei Ying was a little flustered.

He couldn’t help looking sideways at Lan Zhan. He was obviously careful, but he said, “You don’t want me to stay in the same class?”

This thorn was getting sharper and sharper, and he suddenly thought of Jiang Cheng. After working hard for a year before joining the class, Jiang Cheng couldn’t do without Lan Zhan’s help, right?

But what qualifications did he have to compare with Jiang Cheng? For Lan Zhan, he was just a stranger who had known each other within a few days.

Wei Ying’s chest was sour. He was afraid that Lan Zhan would say “yes” to him, so he squeezed out a smile, pretending to be relaxed and pretending to say.

“I won’t take too much of your time, just ask you some questions. In return, how about I help you improve your narrative writing?”

But Lan Zhan didn’t need help on his writing.

He was like a child holding a pile of stones picked from the stream, trying to pick the best one from the stones, hoping to exchange for the treasure of others.

Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying’s red eyes, folded and smoothed the corners of a paper with his fingers and said in a flat tone: “Whether you can stay in the first class or not depends mainly on your own efforts. I can’t guarantee.”

Wei Ying sensed a glimmer of hope and said eagerly: “I will seize all the time to work hard!”

You know, the last thing he lacked was hard work, because he could do nothing but work hard.

Lan Zhan turned his head and glanced at the blackboard at the end of the classroom, and with a low voice, he asked, “Really?”

There were some doubt in his tone.

Wei Ying was taken aback and glanced at the blackboard with cherry blossoms painted by him.

He paused and said: “I won’t spend time drawing in the future. I helped Chen Zhouxuan draw because she gave me a bottle of water after the basketball game.”

In order to highlight why he should help her, he seriously added: “The bottle of water is 12 yuan a bottle. It is very expensive.”

After speaking, he realized that a bottle of water for 12 yuan was very expensive for him, but it was nothing to most of the students in the class, especially to Lan Zhan.

– it was nothing at all.

Lan Zhan didn’t show any emotion in his eyes after hearing what he said. He just said: “You like to paint so you can join an Art Club. Don’t waste time on other people’s affairs.”

Wei Ying was slightly startled, the club.

He didn’t realize why Lan Zhan was so sure that he liked to paint, he just heard the word “club” in a daze.

Because he suddenly thought of the scene when Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng playing in the orchestra just now and his heart ached at the thought.

He still couldn’t learn to control his jealousy and couldn’t help but say: “Isn’t joining a club a waste of time?”

Lan Zhan didn’t get angry because of his stubbornness. He said, “You can meet friends in the club. It’s not a waste of time.”

Wei Ying was silent.

He had no interest in meeting new friends.

He wanted to know only Lan Zhan in the whole world.

But he would listen to what Lan Zhan said. So he nodded as he said: “Okay, I’ll go and see.”

After Wei Ying finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Lan Zhan had not promised to help him staying in the class.

He was afraid that he would not be able to speak again if he let go of this opportunity today.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard Lan Zhan’s phone vibrate.

Lan Zhan picked up the phone and looked at it. After answering it, he said, “I’m in the classroom, Cheng should still be practicing.”

Wei Ying slowly closed the opened mouth, and heard Lan Zhan continue to say: “Okay, I will bring Cheng home later.”

Lan Zhan hung up the phone, stood up and said to Wei Ying, “I’m going back first.”

It took a long time for Wei Ying to lift the corner of his mouth and smile before he looked up at Lan Zhan and said, “Okay, see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t know that his smile didn’t look good at all.

Lan Zhan looked down at Wei Ying’s eyes and said after a while, “I will stay in the classroom for lunch tomorrow.”

Wei Ying was stunned. Before he could react, he saw Lan Zhan turned and walked out of the classroom.

He continued to sit in the classroom where he was alone, staring at the paper on the table in a daze.

Lan Zhan’s red correction handwriting on the paper was still there. He stared at the handwriting firmly, as if he felt that everything just now was true.

He suddenly covered his face and began to laugh, but after the laugh, he began to feel sad again, as if he was sick.

Whenever he was complacent when he got a candy for himself, he would find that other already had candy that he could never eat.

And those candies should be his.

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Author want to say something: Once again thank you very much to give this story try….

Spoilers; In future’s update you will know who love more from the beginning… there will be some secret to reveal…

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