Chapter 3 – Desk mate

Luo Zhengli was convinced to return to class by her friends, but her eyes were still red, and she laid down on the table, refusing to look up. She was quite displeased. The remainder of the dorm crowded around her and clapped her on the back to show  support.

“It’s not such a huge deal, just kidding.”

“The same may be said with Chi Tang; people joke that she just takes care of everything.”

The more Luo Zhengli was comforted, the more she sobbed, as if she were the main sufferer of this catastrophe.

Chi Tang thought the crying was irritating enough, and Wang Jiaoyang was prodding her shoulder to talk to her.

“Hey, were you jealous just now?”

“Do you mind if I receive love letters, or do you mind if others do?”

“If you were my girlfriend…”

Chi Tang couldn’t handle Wang Jiaoyang and went to the office to locate the headteacher.

Students at this age did not want to seek out teachers for anything. Whoever found a teacher to address their difficulties left the student camp and became a teacher’s pet, but Chi Tang was unconcerned because she was too lazy previously   Regardless, her irritation had grown to the point that she was becoming unpleasant.

She disliked wronging herself, and she disliked forcing herself. She was so irritated that she felt compelled to act.

“Teacher, I’d like to switch seats.  When I sit in the back, I can’t see the blackboard properly.” Chi Tang found the most logical explanation.

Although the headteacher, Lao Fang, was astonished, he did not appear ashamed. Instead, he chuckled, saying, “I told you a long time ago that you should sit in the front rows.” You can tell that there are students who dislike studying behind you, and your grades are straightforward. Your monthly exam is not as excellent as it was before. You still need to be more serious in the future and work hard to advance numerous levels, okay?”

Lao Fang, like many other teachers, enjoyed making chicken soup to motivate students. Despite the fact that these remarks were heard by students, there was no motivating emotion.

“Luo Qingqing is also in your dormitory, right?” Lao Fang inquired, picking up the class roster and seating chart.

Luo Qingqing and Luo Zhengli were on the top and lower bunks, respectively, and she was also at the same table as You Yu.

“Luo Qingqing has also told me that she did not want to sit at the same table as You Yu.” Lao Fang groaned, wondering why, and raised his head to ask her, “Then you can sit at the same table as You Yu?”

Lao Fang appeared to understand that You Yu and the other girls couldn’t go together.

“OK,” Chi Tang said, nodding.

For her, sitting in front of the idiot Wang Jiaoyang was not an option.

 

The following class happened to be Lao Fang’s Chinese class, so he went right to the class and requested for a seat modification. Chi Tang joined You Yu’s table in the third row from the front. Her original position was given to a boy. Luo Qingqing took over as Luo Zhengli’s tablemate.

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Wang Jiaoyang was the most displeased with this arrangement. When Chi Tang moved the table, he shook his legs and stood on the chair behind her, asking her, “What do you mean, go to the front?”

“Because you are annoying,” Chi Tang replied simply.

It very certainly harmed his “man’s ego.” Wang Jiaoyang lost face, turned his head, and chatted to others with dark expressions, and did not bother her any longer.

Chi Tang didn’t care about the people’s trash, so she raised the table and took up the place next to You Yu.

There are a total of eight rows, two of which are beside the window. There was a large gap between You Yu’s table before Luo Qingqing arrived, which necessitated drawing a line and keeping the distance, much as a primary school student’s 38th line. Chi Tang believed this was stupid and silly conduct. She didn’t mind, and the table leaned against You Yu’s table, fitting snugly.

No one had been bothering her incessantly behind her, and it was much calmer now, Chi Tang breathed gently. Her new deskmate was not like the last one, who liked to chat with the front row; she was quite quiet and focused on her studies.

Chi Tang had recognized that she was studying seriously from the age of one, but when she was at the same table as this person, she knew that this person was a bonafide academic bully. When she moved over, she raised her head and peered at her, then continued to bury her head in taking notes and brushing questions. The assignment book on the side was full of mathematics and problem-solving procedures that she couldn’t grasp.

Sitting there, it felt like the classroom had become considerably quieter, and Chi Tang believed that her mood was finally improving.

Outside the window, it rained again, striking the ancient ginkgo leaf. Even when it poured, the temperature did not fall, and it remained hot and humid. The classroom fan was swinging partially. There was no wind to favor them from their vantage point. She unzipped her school uniform jacket and laid it on the cool table, cuffs up to her forearm. 

Lao Fang was lecturing on stage, and he included the previous two poems into this lesson, so they turned around and resumed learning.

He spoke about “Rain Alley,” about a lilac-like girl who wandered alone in the long and lonely rain alleys.

Lao Fang was a literary and creative young man when he was younger. He was very fond of this type of poem, and he was moved to tears when he read it. 

Chi Tang was drowsy when she heard it. 

When he discussed what the poem indicated and represented, he mentioned the author. She even wanted to sleep, despite her thoughts and feelings.

The meaning of the phrase “in the middle of the night” all came out at this inconvenient moment.

The bell sounded at the end of class, and the tired students in the classroom sprung to life in an instant. Tables and chairs were pulled around, some people got up to go to the restroom, others went to drink water, some went to chat to someone, and there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Chi Tang rested her head on her arm, feeling a bit drowsy.

During this time, she would dream every night, a night of wild nightmares, and when she woke up, she would forget all about them, but the unpleasant exhaustion in the dream appeared to follow her into reality, still affecting her.

She closed her eyes and heard a rustling noise nearby.

The rustle, the rustle, were very regular, and You Yu was writing.

The pen was laid down, and the book’s pages turned very softly.

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