My Childhood Sweetheart Gradually Puffed Up CH.93
Chapter 93: King of Poetry
That night was uneventful, and the night was very quiet.
Wen Yu and Fu Chengque were both studying at their desks.
The weather was a bit cold.
Fu Chengque went out to pour herself a cup of hot water, and when she came back, she saw Wen Yu had also poured himself a cup.
She opened the window, stuck out her tongue, and made a face, saying, “Copycat! You copied me by pouring water to drink, shameless!”
Wen Yu glanced at her, said nothing, and sat down.
Seeing that the other party ignored her, Fu Chengque could only sit down as well.
As soon as she sat down, she heard the opposite window being opened and shouted, “Copycat! You copied me by sitting down, shameless!”
“You copied me!”
“You copied me!”
“Wow! Speaking ill of others, where did I copy you!”
“You copied me and I copied you!”
“???”
In that instant, Fu Chengque felt that her brain was not enough.
Whatever, childhood sweetheart was occasionally annoying, on the contrary—
He, she, could also be very annoying.
Lots of faults, many shortcomings.
The two glanced at each other, neither of them paying attention to each other, and each began to study.
It’s just that without drawing the curtains, the two clusters of lights reflected each other, and they could see each other by simply looking up.
***
The weekend passed, and there was only one week left until the final exams.
Everyone was very nervous… Oh, when the students from Class Four looked at it, collectively they thought: it seems that Chen Minghe is the exception.
He peeked into Class Four several times and had someone deliver a piece of paper to Wen Yu.
When Wen Yu opened it, it contained a modified lyrics and an original lyrics.
Fu Chengque also came over to look, and after reading it, she said, “Chen Minghe is so annoying, not only is he annoying, but he also sends waste paper!”
Wen Yu agreed, “Just a piece of waste paper.”
And he sent this message to Chen Minghe via WeChat, bluntly stating that Lu Min wouldn’t like it and hoped to slightly dampen his indomitable enthusiasm. If this continued, he felt a little cruel.
But Chen Minghe didn’t believe it. The next day, he boldly found someone and sent the lyrics to Lu Min himself, like a love letter.
Lu Min glanced at it a few times, as if she saw something she shouldn’t have seen, and nervously threw it away.
This scene was clearly seen by Wen Yu and Fu Chengque, who exchanged glances.
Fu Chengque whispered, “I hate Chen Minghe.”
“Indeed, a bit.”
“You go beat him!”
“Just like that? Not too good, right?”
“Why not beat him!”
“But Lu Min didn’t say anything…”
“Okay. Let’s protect Xiao Min!”
“Agreed!”
“Hehe, you’re quite savvy!” Fu Chengque chuckled, “Better than Chen Minghe.”
“What’s better about it?”
“Um, just better.”
“Thank you for so diligently praising me with nonsense.”
“Hehe…”
This week, the study group continued to exert effort, solving problems during breaks and at noon. Fu Chengque also added an extra effort—she had to go to Wen Yu’s place every night to study for a while longer.
This was her own idea.
On Friday night, the temperature dropped sharply, different from the previous “cold” days; this day could be called “freezing.”
Fu Chengque shivered in Wen Yu’s bedroom.
“General Wen, don’t you use a little sun? Aren’t you cold?”
“I wear a lot of clothes, not cold.”
The girl, quite conventionally, gave a thumbs up, ran to her own room, and brought back a small sun heater.
After turning it on, the heating tube immediately turned orange, emitting a burst of heat.
In the southern city of Jiangcheng, the cold and dampness intensified in winter, and without heating, it was quite difficult to endure the nights without getting into bed.
Without heating devices, studying quietly relied purely on willpower.
Fu Chengque warmed her hands, sat comfortably in Wen Yu’s seat, spread out her books, and got ready.
Wen Yu stood by the side and rubbed his hands. “Let’s start class.”
Fu Chengque also rubbed her hands. “Come on, let’s begin!”
In the room, under the light.
The boy spoke slowly, and the girl listened quietly. Occasionally, she would ask a few questions, and after receiving an explanation, she would quickly lower her head and write earnestly.
Outside the window, it was unusually cold, and in the next few days, it would break previous low temperature records.
Perhaps, there would be heavy snow as well.
***
In this Sunday’s last supplementary class, Wen Yu focused on “rest.”
Everyone had been working hard for the past two weeks, and continuing with high-intensity studying would only backfire. It was better to take a day off on the weekend.
So in the morning, he let everyone sleep in, and in the afternoon, they would study. The goal after gathering was not to tackle difficulties but to review the content they were interested in within a relatively relaxed chatting environment.
Xiao Gua, Fang Ling, and Lu Min gathered around the small sun heater, warming up and looking at the questions.
Wen Yu sat for a while, then paced to the balcony, gazing at the distant mountains between the buildings.
After a while, Fu Chengque walked over.
With her hands behind her back, she leaned over to look at Wen Yu’s focused face, as if she had something to say.
Suddenly, she loudly recited, “Birds vanish in the thousand mountains, traces of people disappear in myriad paths!”
Xiao Gua exclaimed from inside, “Chengque, what a great poem!”
Fang Ling clapped abruptly.
Wen Yu glanced at her, seeing her imitating him, gazing into the distance with her hands behind her back, like a female poet.
He pondered for a moment, then softly recited, “Frost breaks the earth’s white, snow leaves red marks.”
Fu Chengque exclaimed, then recited again, “Bright moon shines on piled snow, the north wind blows fiercely and mournfully.”
After reciting, she looked at Wen Yu with a proud expression.
She had just searched on Baidu before coming here, full of confidence!
Haha, Wen Yu, think about it, hurry up!
If you can’t think of it, I’ll be furious.
Unfortunately, Wen Yu only thought for ten seconds before speaking again, “Cold wind strikes the dry wood, winter snow covers the warm house.”
So powerful!
No wonder he’s the ruthless one who’s about to top the class.
Feeling some pressure, Fu Chengque decided to challenge Wen Yu’s authority with a difficult one and said fiercely:
“Chill wind drizzles, distant sky stretches for thousands of miles, dimly veiled in clouds.”
Unexpectedly, this time Wen Yu thought even faster, “Wind brushes through the forest, spotted streams how to cross, more countless wintersweet flowers fall.”
Fu Chengque couldn’t help but exclaim “good”.
He’s really amazing, to think of appropriate poetry so quickly.
You know, all the poems she recited were related to winter, so just being able to think of them was already impressive.
What surprised her even more was that Wen Yu’s thoughts sounded quite impressive!
“Brother Wen is truly talented!” Fu Chengque bowed.
“Brother Fu, I’ve learned from you!” Wen Yu returned the gesture with a smile on his face.
Xiao Gua and Fang Ling also walked over, complimenting Wen Yu with words like “Teacher Wen is indeed remarkable” and “Wen Yu is effortlessly talented” for a while.
Fu Chengque was curious, “Brother Wen, how do you have such talent?”
Wen Yu jokingly stroked his non-existent beard and said, “Thanks to the teacher’s good teaching.”
“Which teacher?”
“The Chinese teacher.”
“?”
At this moment, Lu Min burst into laughter from behind.
Fu Chengque, still in character, said, “Brother Lu, why are you laughing?”
Lu Min laughed even louder, and after a while, she composed herself, pointing at Wen Yu and said, “Didn’t you all realize that those verses were all made up by him?”
Fu Chengque: “…”
Xiao Gua: “…”
【Fang Ling:】: “…”
After staying outside for a while, they were so cold from the wind that they came back shivering with the heater.
Xiao Gua shivered, “Wow, it’s so cold outside, and the wind is so strong. The little sun saved my life.”
Fu Chengque, rubbing her chin, said, “I feel like it might snow tonight!”
Lu Min, biting the pen, said, “The weather forecast has been saying it for a week, but it still hasn’t snowed.”
Fu Chengque stood up straight, “I’m more accurate than the weather forecast. If I say it’ll snow tonight, it’ll snow tonight! Haha.”
As a result, that night, apart from the wind, there was nothing else.
The final exams were scheduled for the following Wednesday, January 20th and 21st.
On Monday afternoon, the sky was ominously overcast, and eventually, snowflakes began to drift lazily down.
Tuesday saw even larger snowflakes, and by the afternoon, when the class was briefed on the focus of the exam and the division rules, the outside world was already covered in white.
What heavy snow it was.
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