Chapter 87: The Plum in the Bed

The early sun rises over the hills, and the bright morning light scatters over every inch of the campus, the tiny particles in the air clearly visible in the mist of light.

The sunlight hit Chen Ziyi’s face, and although it wasn’t blinding, she still raised her hand to her forehead to shield herself from the daylight.

Slightly pointed chin, melancholy eyes, thin lips, bathed in sunshine Chen Ziyi is like a man in a painting.

Just when this mood was perfect, Cheng Ming, who was holding a broom, swept next to Chen Ziyi’s feet and said, “Make way, you’re in the way of me sweeping the floor.”

Hallways are likewise in the range of what must be cleaned.

Chen Ziyi clenched her small fists and said, “Cheng Ming, you do it on purpose, don’t you? Sometimes I really want to give you a punch.”

“There’s garbage under your feet.”

Chen Ziyi did step on a bag of snacks under her feet.

“You’re the trash.”

The furious Chen Ziyi kicked Cheng Ming and entered the classroom, then changed into a smiling face to chat with Lin Jingyi.

Cheng Ming patted the dust on his school pants.

Women other than her sister, Shizuku, and Rei couldn’t figure it out, or maybe they didn’t want to.

As the saying goes, men and women work together, and the two of them cleaned up the classroom before it got too crowded.

The garbage cans, however, were filled to the brim, and there was already a lot of garbage piled up from yesterday, plus all kinds of breakfast bags and milk cartons.

“Jing Jing, I’m going to take out the trash.” Cheng Ming said as he lifted the trash can.

“Ming, I’ll accompany you.”

“No, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I want to go together, can’t I?” Lin Jingyi asked, pouting.

Sure, very much so, but not explicitly.

“The trash can is so heavy, my hands are a little sore, Jing help me.”

Cheng Ming had been holding the center part of the trash can carrying handle, but now he slid to the far right and handed the other end to Jing.

“What a way to take you, so let’s go together.”

The two of them carried the trash can downstairs, as it was a duty assignment. Even if a man and a woman traveled in pairs it wouldn’t be a topic of conversation.

Jing Jing is also gradually becoming bolder, of which Chen Ziyi deserves the most credit, her presence is still valuable.

Lin Jingyi knew that Cheng Ming was someone who would never bring books home to study, homework or not, papers or not, they all tried to finish them at school.

But at least for the last two weekends, supervise Cheng Ming to study well.

Jing Jing in turn blackmails Cheng Ming with a skirt, and if Cheng Ming doesn’t study hard, he won’t wear a skirt during the summer vacation.

Cheng Ming didn’t hate this game process of getting rewards for completing tasks.

There’s definitely no way to study well at home with Lai around, with computers and game consoles.

Lin Jingyi then suggested going to the library to study.

Although Cheng Ming hadn’t made an appointment with Wang Hao to meet at the library beforehand, he still bumped into him.

Friendship between men is sometimes as good as it gets.

“Cheng Ming, you really want to study.” Wang Hao said incredulously.

This is not the Cheng Ming he knows, especially Cheng Ming’s monthly examination results let him fall down, have this achievement still review what ah.

“Of course it’s true, do I look like a joker to you?”

“Xiao Ming, hurry up.” Lin Jingyi, who was in front of the library, urged.

“I have to go, if you want to go to Datang go alone and remember to say hello to Ponyboy for me.”

The Internet cafe management system has been delivered, Cheng Ming does not need to deliver the new version to the door every week, after that, collect the bugs and loopholes, under the premise that there are no major errors, keep the frequency of one shift in January on the line.

Wang Hao naturally didn’t know about Cheng Ming and Lin Jingyi’s agreement about the skirt, and could only sigh in his heart.

Girls, it was scary, he had a hard enough time with his parents in charge, he didn’t want to add another straitjacket on top of his head.

The part of the recitation section is where Cheng Ming came up short the most.

After he finished memorizing, Jing Jing came to randomly check him, archaeological poems or all kinds of knowledge, a question and answer, but also have fun in learning.

The last days of middle school are like fine sand in an hourglass, with one day less.

Cheng Hongyuan still leaves early and comes home late, Lai Ying complains constantly, and the two of them still break out in quarrels over trivial matters of life.

Both Cheng Ming and Cheng Li had gotten used to this kind of routine, and they would argue for the rest of their lives, right?

Classes began to popularize the classmate records, although the big head stickers appeared, but now only popular in the coastal and more developed areas, it will take a year to two years before the popularity of the whole country, so now the non-mainstream photos are not yet common.

Chen Ziyi’s uncle is already thinking of going over to Pengcheng to buy big head sticker machines to attract more female customers, which is expected to be the root of all evil.

Not only girls, some boys also do these things, such as Li Pan, attentive to the girls to write down their own messages and blessings, but not everyone will write it is, such as Jing Jing and Chen Zi Yi both refused.

For some crushes, classmate records are also an opportunity. If you can get a qq number, or even a phone number, there are more possibilities in the future.

Jing Jing also bought a pink classmate book and asked Cheng Ming to write on the first page.

“We have to write even though we know each other so well?”

“If you don’t write it, forget it.”

Jing Jing made a gesture to take away the classmate book, Cheng Ming quickly pressed the book and said, “To write, to write.”

Name, Birthday. Horoscope, hobbies, dreams ……

Then at the end is left a whole back page of blessings.

Too mealy-mouthed words, Cheng Ming was not good at it.

But to write blush-inducing confessions, I guess Jing immediately tore up the page.

Write a funky English? Something about being together forever.

Ah, there it is.

“The concubine’s hair was first on her forehead, and she folded flowers in front of the door for a play. My husband came on his bamboo horse, and he went around the bed to make plums.”

This is the right flavor.

“All day long you know how to memorize these ancient poems that are outside the scope of the exam, and you don’t memorize any of the compulsory ones.”

“Memorized and memorized, all of it, it’s an extension of the class.”

“Xiao Ming, where are your photos?” Lin Jingyi asked, pointing at the dotted line in the photo area.

“Do you still have to post pictures? I don’t have a picture, I don’t like being photographed.”

“I think there are still photos left from the pass making shoot.”

Cheng Ming would have forgotten about it if Jing hadn’t said anything.

“That, ah, I’ll look for it.”

Cheng Ming looked down and rummaged through the drawers, he sat alone, both drawers weren’t stuffed, and Jing often helped him organize the drawers.

At a glance, Cheng Ming easily found a small packet of photos.

The ID photo is so naive though, it looks dorky.

“Jing Jing, do you really want to post this picture in the class catalog?”

“Or what, give it to me.”

Cheng Ming resigned himself to handing over the photo, and Lin Jingyi used the only can of glue in the class to stick it.

This can of glue shouldn’t live to see graduation day.

Lin Jingyi contentedly took the classmate book to write to the same table, the photo got in hand, the poem she also quite like.

“Jingyi, why am I not your first?”

The sound of Zhang Jiajia wailing came from over there.

Cheng Ming returned home only to find that his sister was also holding a classmate book.

Cheng Ming thought that his sister, like him, was the type of person who was only responsible for writing, but he didn’t expect her to actually buy a classmate book.

After all, my sister is a girl too, so it’s understandable.

Cheng Li spread out the classmate book and laid it in front of Cheng Ming.

“Here, write.”

“What’s the point of writing for me, I’m not your classmate.”

“The class is finished and there are still leftovers, so it’s too much of a waste not to finish.”

“It’s better to write for me than for Rei, who is at least the same age.”

“Take it to her to write on the weekend.”

When it came to the blessing, Cheng Ming was stuck again and couldn’t think of anything new to do.

Just write “Have fun and be happy every day”.

“What a corny blessing, brother, where’s your picture? It won’t be divided up.”

“Who wants my picture, except Jing, I left it at school and didn’t get it back.”

“Then you’ll bring the photo back tomorrow, and absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, do not give it to anyone else.” Cheng Li repeatedly urged.