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Yang Qianfan seemed to have grown accustomed to her provocations, so he didn't bother to argue. His face flushed as he lowered his head and said softly,
“Zhu Hui, I won’t call you Dwarf Winter Melon anymore.”
“W-why?” Zhu Hui blinked in confusion at his words.
“Because Wang Yuhan told me not to call you Dwarf Winter Melon anymore.”
“Have you and Wang Yuhan made up?” Zhu Hui's eyes widened in excitement as she asked.
Yang Qianfan smiled and nodded at her.
“It seems this is the best news I've heard today!” Zhu Hui grinned widely, her happiness shining through as she smiled at him.
Seeing her smile directed at him made Yang Qianfan's heart race, causing his face to redden even more. He pointed at the school uniform he was wearing and said, “Isn’t it a coincidence that we’re both wearing school uniforms today?” He felt a bit awkward and quickly looked down, letting out a silly laugh as he added, “What if someone sees us? They might think we’re wearing couple outfits at school!”
“Couple outfits?” Zhu Hui stared at him, looking slightly faint. “It seems you've really lost your mind today to say such nonsense.”
“He's not talking nonsense; I think so too.” Just as they were laughing together, a voice from behind suddenly agreed with him.
Zhu Hui turned around to find Song Yu standing there, dressed sharply in his own school uniform. He looked significantly better in it than Yang Qianfan did, likely due to his usual formal attire contrasting sharply with Yang Qianfan's more casual style.
“Wow, I didn’t expect you to look so handsome in a school uniform,” Zhu Hui exclaimed, her eyes wide as she moved closer to him, showering him with compliments.
“Really? I was sent by the school to participate in a provincial athletics competition today, so I had no choice but to wear the uniform. If you like it, I can wear it more often. Just like this gentleman suggested, we could wear our uniforms as couple outfits and be a real couple that makes others envious. How does that sound?” He gestured toward the visibly irritated Yang Qianfan standing nearby.
“What couple outfits? You're just talking nonsense,” Zhu Hui pouted, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she impatiently replied, “There are so many people wearing school uniforms at school; does that mean everyone is in couple outfits?”
"Yes! We're all wearing couple outfits," several boys in school uniforms chimed in unison.
"You... you..." Zhu Hui, seeing their mischievous intent, was so flustered that she stomped her feet in frustration. After shouting at them a couple of times, she turned away, feeling both angry and embarrassed, and ran off.
"Sigh—!" Song Yu watched Zhu Hui's retreating figure and shook his head at Yang Qianfan with a hint of amusement. "I think you're the only person in the world who can imagine a school uniform as a couple's outfit."
"You little brat, why do you always have to oppose me?" Yang Qianfan gritted his teeth in anger, grabbing Song Yu as if he wanted to spit him out.
"Hey, you'd better not make a move," Song Yu replied nonchalantly, glancing at the banner beside them. "Don't forget you just signed your name on it! You wouldn't want to go back on your word so soon, would you?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Qianfan turned to look at the banner where he had just signed his name. To keep his promise, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and let go of Song Yu without further arguing.
"You’re quite cute; I’m starting to see you as a rival!" Song Yu squinted and smiled slightly at him, impressed by Yang Qianfan's ability to keep his promise. "I enjoy competing with real men. Although I admire you, I absolutely won’t lose to you when it comes to Zhu Hui." With that, he picked up a pen and signed his name on the banner before turning back to head to class.
Yang Qianfan stared at the signature on the banner, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning. He couldn’t help but reflect on how much he had truly grown up.
Not long after the school held an anti-bullying educational event, Class 4 of Senior Year experienced a shocking incident that rocked the entire school. A male student named Meng Fei became addicted to online gaming and spent all day in internet cafes. Due to his prolonged internet use, he had accrued a significant debt with the cafe owner. In order to pay off this debt, he resorted to extorting money from his frail grandmother. When she refused, in a fit of rage, he violently pushed her down, causing her to suffer a stroke. She has since been unable to move and remains hospitalized. To maintain the school's reputation, the principal decided to expel Meng Fei as a warning to others.
After such a serious incident in Class 4, Wan Shuhui, the class monitor, saw it as an unprecedented opportunity to organize a major discussion on "Humanity and Morality." She intended to use this discussion to showcase her abilities and establish her authority in class, proving that her capability as class monitor was no less than that of her predecessor Zhu Hui. However, she never expected that even if her abilities were comparable to Zhu Hui's, her eloquence would fall significantly short, allowing Zhu Hui to steal the spotlight during the discussion.
After school, once Zhu Hui finished cleaning up the classroom, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and stepped out of the school gate when she heard someone calling for the class monitor from behind. Although she was no longer the class monitor, she instinctively turned around to see who it was. There stood Dong Xiwen under a Ginkgo Tree with her backpack on.
"It’s so late; why haven’t you gone home yet?" Zhu Hui asked in confusion.
"Because I've been waiting for you," Dong Xiwen replied.
“Wait for me?” Zhu Hui pointed at herself, puzzled, and asked again, “Do you need something from me?”
Dong Xiwen shook her head slightly and replied, “No, I just wanted to go home with you.”
“Really? You waited for me all this time just because you wanted to go home together?” Zhu Hui's eyes widened with joy.
Dong Xiwen smiled gently at her and nodded, walking home together.
As they walked along the road chatting, they unknowingly arrived at Red Square. As they got closer to Zhu Hui's home, Dong Xiwen's expression became strange. It seemed she had something on her mind that she wanted to share with Zhu Hui but felt too shy to speak up, only muttering some vague comments to herself.
“Class Monitor, can I ask you for a favor?” Dong Xiwen suddenly asked, a cloud of uncertainty on her face.
“Hold on.” Zhu Hui interrupted her nervously before she could finish. “Please don’t call me Class Monitor anymore. I’m not the Class Monitor now. If Wan Shuhui hears you, she’ll think I’m like a Centipede—dead but not really dead.”
“In my heart, you will always be my Class Monitor; no one can replace that.” Dong Xiwen said firmly.
Seeing the unwavering determination on her face, like a rock, Zhu Hui realized that her image as Class Monitor was deeply rooted in Dong Xiwen’s heart and wouldn’t be easily uprooted. So she decided not to press the issue further and sighed helplessly, “Fine, if you want to call me Class Monitor, do it privately. Just make sure Wan Shuhui doesn’t hear it; otherwise, her prejudice against me will only grow.”
Dong Xiwen smiled and nodded in response.
“By the way, didn’t you want to ask me for a favor earlier? What do you need help with?” Zhu Hui asked in confusion.
Hesitating for a moment with a furrowed brow at Zhu Hui’s question, Dong Xiwen pondered before asking:
“Class Leader, is Meng Fei's behavior really that unforgivable?”
“Of course it is! He did something so outrageous; how can anyone forgive him?” Zhu Hui replied indignantly.
“But his actions are understandable.”
“Understandable?” Zhu Hui was taken aback by her words and scoffed, “What I see is that he is still stubbornly clinging to his ways, still hanging out in the internet café. I think expelling him from school is the wise choice.”
“Even you think that way, Class Leader!” Dong Xiwen sighed helplessly, lowering her head in distress and falling silent.
“What’s wrong with you today? You seem so out of sorts,” Zhu Hui said, puzzled by her gloomy demeanor.
“Class Leader, I came to ask for your help because I hope you can plead with our homeroom teacher on Meng Fei's behalf, to ask the principal not to expel him.”
“Wha… what?” Zhu Hui stared at her in shock, feeling utterly surprised.
“Please believe me, Meng Fei’s actions are truly understandable,” Dong Xiwen urged anxiously.
“What on earth is going on? The more I listen, the more confused I get,” Zhu Hui asked, scratching her head in bewilderment.
“To be honest with you! Meng Fei didn’t force his grandmother to give him money because he wanted to pay off his debts.”
“It’s not because of that?” Zhu Hui was even more astonished.
“No!” Dong Xiwen nodded at her. “He was actually being blackmailed by someone else and had no choice but to force his grandmother to give him money.”
“Ah! Who would blackmail him?”
“You know the person who is blackmailing him; it’s Liu Xi.”
“Liu Xi?”
“Meng Fei has been almost constantly harassed by him lately. He’s really quite pitiful.”
“How could Liu Xi bully a classmate like that?” Zhu Hui said indignantly.
“Now that you know the truth, can you help Meng Fei by speaking well of him in front of the teacher? Unlike me, his grades have always been good. If he gets expelled, his life will be ruined.”
“But the problem is, I’m not the class monitor anymore. As the saying goes, ‘When not in office, don’t meddle in politics.’ You should ask Wan Shuhui for help. I believe she would be much more effective in pleading with the teacher than I would be.”
“Class monitor, do you really not know?” Dong Xiwen became agitated at the mention of the current class monitor, Wan Shuhui.
“Know what?”
“Wan Shuhui’s boyfriend is Liu Xi. Do you think she would be foolish enough to expose her own boyfriend?”
“Wha… what? They’re a couple?” Zhu Hui was shocked and could hardly believe her ears.
Dong Xiwen nodded in affirmation.
“Wan Shuhui really has some nerve. Just this morning, she was holding a discussion in class about ‘Human Nature and Morality’ as if nothing was wrong.”
"You should now understand why I came to ask for your help!" Dong Xiwen let out a long sigh of relief after finally expressing what was on his mind.
"Alright, I will go to the teacher tomorrow and expose their crimes."
"No—please don't!" Dong Xiwen was startled when he heard she planned to report Liu Xi and Wan Shuhui. He quickly interrupted her, urgency in his voice. "Liu Xi has a lot of influence outside. If you expose him, he will definitely come after you."
"What should we do then? Should we just watch him get away with it?"
"Let him get away with it if he must. I just hope Meng Fei won't be expelled from school. As long as you don't draw their attention, that's enough."
"Dong Xiwen, you're too weak."
"This isn't weakness; it's helplessness, do you understand?" Dong Xiwen sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his words. "You haven't been bullied before, so you can't understand what it's like to be oppressed, nor can you grasp the fear of being bullied. This feeling is predictive; it constantly reminds you that you'll soon be victimized again."
"Maybe I truly don't understand what it feels like to be bullied, but I know that where there is oppression, there will be resistance. So I absolutely won't tolerate any bullying in our class."
Seeing Zhu Hui's eyes filled with indignation, Dong Xiwen felt his frustration boil over. She was completely unyielding to his advice. With no choice but to lower his head in silence, he sighed deeply and silently prayed that everything would pass peacefully.
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