"Wang Posuo" is a nickna you ca up with, because he liked to quote phrases from the "Book of Poetry." Later, through Xiao Feng’s spreading the word, it quickly beca popular.
This actually isn’t just a nickna anymore; it could be considered an elegant title. After Wang Posuo found out, he didn’t object but instead thought it was pretty good, so he just accepted it.
Normally, you wouldn’t sleep during Wang Posuo’s class,
because Wang Posuo is very annoying. If he sees you sleeping, he will definitely stand next to you and continue lecturing. His lecturing power is as persistent as Monk Tang’s.
Wang Posuo, your mother, and Zhao Lirong hold very high status in Second Heights. Incidentally, Wang Posuo is the teacher of your mother and Zhao Lirong.
They all share a common trait: they don’t need to bring textbooks to class.
Your mother and Zhao Lirong both teach math. Not bringing textbooks at most makes them experts, but Wang Posuo teaches language arts!
I’ve never heard of a language arts teacher not bringing their book to class, but Wang Posuo does it. From beginning to end, he can recite any page backwards and his explanations are superb, quoting extensively from classical literature.
In Wang Posuo, you see a bit of the "Ghost Hand" of your teacher ancestor. So, after a few classes of adjustnt, you pay close attention and listen carefully during Wang Posuo’s classes.
However, classes aren’t always as interesting and lively as a speech. After yawning more than a dozen tis, two class periods finally pass.
As soon as the bell rings, the classroom that was previously dreary as if a gale suddenly swept through, blowing everyone’s thoughts up to the heavens. At this instant, everyone jumps up excitedly, led by Xiao Feng by your side: "Yay! Yay yay! Finally the weekend!"
"Linzi, hurry up, this ti we must thrash those losers from Class One so badly that even their parents won’t recognize them!" Xiao Feng’s "Luah Luah" comrades in front have already packed up, striking a pose like they’re about to sprint a hundred ters.
"Monk, speed up, it’s just you we’re waiting for!" A few others are already standing at the door.
"Alright!" Xiao Feng shoulders his backpack, pats you on the shoulder, and says with a smile, "Old Shu, see you next week!"
You continue yawning, knowing that Yan Zisu wouldn’t leave the classroom yet. After all, heading ho this early without—hey, what a surprise, Yan Zisu had already packed up her things and was standing next to you with her backpack.
"Going ho so soon?" you ask in surprise, as Yan Zisu’s lifestyle is usually very fixed, and she rarely changes it.
"Little Hei’s at ho, I’m a bit worried."
You suddenly understand; indeed, since Little Hei is only a month old, he needs more care.
"In that case, let’s go."
You stand up, and as the two of you leave the classroom, you notice Zong Wangyue has been standing sneakily at the doorway, peeping in Liu Yaoyao’s direction. Because of this, you deliberately turn your head to look and find that Chen Susu is sitting next to Liu Yaoyao.
Perhaps sensing soone staring at her, Chen Susu looks up at you, and your eyes et. Chen Susu flashes a toothy smile at you, bathed in the clear, dazzling sunlight of the afternoon past four o’clock.
You raise an eyebrow, and when passing by Zong Wangyue, you intentionally pat him on the shoulder and say, "Zongzi, gather your courage and go inside. Nothing else matters; just rember, one success. Afterward, these will be the most beautiful tis and mories of your adolescence."
"Alright!"
Encouraged by you, Zong Wangyue nods vigorously, takes a deep breath, and strides boldly forward.
Seeing Zong Wangyue’s resolute steps, Yan Zisu cannot help but smile slightly, a smile like a spring breeze gently unraveling.
Seeing this, Chen Susu snorts softly, and as she watches you and Yan Zisu leave together, she turns her gaze to the entering Zong Wangyue.
At this mont, Zong Wangyue’s eyes are as if Chen Susu doesn’t even exist. He walks straight to Liu Yaoyao, reducing the distance between them to less than fifty centiters.
"Zongzi, what are you doing here?" Chen Susu asks.
Seeing Zong Wangyue, Liu Yaoyao has buried her head so low, she doesn’t even have the courage to look up at him once.
As expected, your prediction was right. Liu Yaoyao had liked to cling to you guys since she was young, partly because she had few friends, and partly because she had a crush on Zong Wangyue. When Zong Wangyue was little, he was just a small Zongzi, and Liu Yaoyao was also a little chubby girl. Perhaps due to the mutual attraction of fat (O (∩_∩) O), Liu Yaoyao kept sticking close to Zong Wangyue. Though Zong Wangyue often ignored her, sotis, when he was happy, he would give her so delicious candies and chocolates.
Childhood feelings are the purest and most beautiful. As they age, this beauty becos more refined, creating Liu Yaoyao’s emotional world today.
Liu Yaoyao doesn’t know why Zong Wangyue is here, but instinct causes her to lower her head, and her heart is like it contains a naughty little kangaroo.
"I... I..."
Although Zong Wangyue usually doesn’t pay much attention to Liu Yaoyao, since seeing her genuine side profile at noon, Zong Wangyue finds himself developing an inexplicable feeling for her.
From afar, he feels a surge of happiness, but when he approaches, his tongue gets tied, and he can’t utter a complete sentence.
"This is for you!" Unable to bear it, Zong Wangyue suddenly slams his left hand, which he had been keeping behind him, onto Liu Yaoyao’s desk and turns to leave!
"Wait!"
Chen Susu stops Zong Wangyue. She looks at the envelope, which reads— "To Yaoyao Begin."
Chen Susu smiles at Liu Yaoyao beside her and says, "Yaoyao, looks like I wasn’t wrong. Here, what you’ve been waiting for over a decade is here, now open it and see."
Liu Yaoyao reaches out with a right hand as chubby as Zong Wangyue’s, picks up the envelope on the desk, and pulls out three sheets of printed letter paper.
The background of the letter paper is light green with pale pink accents. Across the entire letter paper, there is a faint print of a girl with long hair and a white dress, with her back to you, her long hair flowing in the wind.
This is a romance that belongs only to Liu Yaoyao. Chen Susu does not look, and when Liu Yaoyao finishes reading the three pages of the love letter, her eyes are misty with tears, and on her face is an expression filled with profound happiness and enchantnt.
Chen Susu looks directly at Zong Wangyue and says with a smile, "Zongzi, this couldn’t be your handiwork, right?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yaoyao shows little reaction. She knows Zong Wangyue well, and she knows this couldn’t have been written by Zong Wangyue, but even if it was copied, she is still deeply moved, simply because of Zong Wangyue’s sincerity.
Zong Wangyue, being a straightforward man, imdiately admits, "You’re right, it’s not my writing. I asked Old Shu to write it for because I know I don’t have that kind of writing talent. However, the words in it co from my true feelings."
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