You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao had a sudden thought.

When I was tidying up her room earlier, I think I saw a pair of newly bought black short stockings...

I suddenly want to see what she's wearing...

Xiao Yao slowed down his movements and turned his gaze to the sofa, which was always piled with clutter and became increasingly messy no matter how much he tidied it up.

It should be in that bag.

The plan was this: sneak over her, climb onto the sofa, grab the things, come back, and then dress her...

Maybe we should just forget about it. Judging by the time, Shen Tianyun should be up soon.

As Xiao Yao was making his calculations, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. A foot kicked him squarely in the neck, and then with a thud, his head slammed against the wall.

This time, it's no joke.

"Are you crazy?" Shen Jie yelled, "What are you scratching for in the middle of the night? It's so itchy!"

……

"What are you doing, pretending to be dead again?" Shen Jie said angrily, still grumpy from just waking up.

……

"Dog, are you dead?"

……

"Are you alright?" The girl's voice finally sounded a little anxious.

--split line--

On Thursday morning, Xiao Yao, with his neck crooked and carrying the fatigue and pain, went to school to take his final exams.

Shen Jie didn't accompany him to school today, so he had to go to school alone as usual, and he actually felt a little uncomfortable.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky. Normally, Xiao Yao would ignore this kind of rain, but today Shen Jie reminded him to bring an umbrella. Holding up this LV umbrella, Xiao Yao felt like his old school uniform was a treasure of Louis XIV. Ugh, that's bad luck.

He twirled the umbrella to shake off the fine raindrops while rubbing his neck with his hand.

Because of the rain and his sore neck, he chose to walk instead of riding a bicycle.

It really hurt so much. That kick this morning almost sent his head into his chest. Plus, he didn't sleep well last night, so he's still a bit groggy.

Although he was usually unprepared for exams, Xiao Yao thought, "My neck is so stiff today, I can't even turn my head to copy anything."

As he approached the school, he saw a girl walking into the school gate not far ahead.

The girl was also wearing a school uniform, sneakers, and a transparent plastic raincoat. She tilted her head and kept rubbing her neck.

"Yu Luying!" Xiao Yao waved.

Yu Luying stopped, turned around and saw that it was Xiao Yao. She frowned, turned around and quickly walked into the school gate.

Sigh, she's still a young girl at heart, Xiao Yao thought.

When he arrived at the school gate, he saw a familiar face waiting for him.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Yao asked warily, reaching for his backpack, then remembered that he hadn't brought it because he had an exam today.

The guy with the "airplane head" from yesterday's fight was wearing a thick black raincoat and had a fake smile on his face. He was slowly walking towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao folded up the umbrella and adopted a sword-like stance: "What do you want to do?"

As he spoke, he glanced towards the guardhouse—Grandpa Qin was no match for the hooligans, but he could always quickly call for backup.

Seeing this, the man with the airplane-like head stopped, raised his right hand, and reached into his pocket with his left hand—it must be the murder weapon, but could it be a machete? Hopefully, this expensive umbrella is of quality commensurate with its price.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to stab his hand with an umbrella, the man with the pompadour pulled something out of his pocket—a few red and green banknotes.

"Brother Yao, I'm so sorry!" The man with the pompadour bowed and handed over the money with both hands: "I broke your backpack yesterday, and your barbecue, and other things too—if that's not enough, I'll find another way."

Xiao Yao suspiciously picked up the bills with the tip of his umbrella, and without any politeness, said, "That's enough—if there's any left, I won't give you change."

"No need to look, no need to look." The man with the airplane haircut followed behind, bowing and scraping: "Consider it compensation for emotional distress."

"That might not be enough." Xiao Yao walked towards the school gate. "Why are you still following me?"

“Brother Yao, you’re religious, and religious people are all good people,” the man with the pompadour flattered, “willing to forgive others.”

"Who said I'm religious?" Xiao Yao asked, bewildered.

"Ah," the man with the pompadour was taken aback, "Anyway, bro, what happened yesterday is over. How about we become friends after this little misunderstanding?"

What the heck? Have I recently developed a constitution that makes me attract hooligans?

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Brother Yao is indeed a respectable person, a magnanimous man, and speaks frankly and directly!" The man with the pompadour gave a thumbs up.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point! I have an exam!" Xiao Yao reopened the umbrella and continued rubbing his neck.

"Actually, it's nothing much, it's just... what happened with Young Master Zhang yesterday, it was a huge misunderstanding," the guy with the pompadour explained. "We all mistook him for... another friend of ours, the one we often borrow money from."

"So what?" Xiao Yao wondered, puzzled. What does this have to do with me?

"So... isn't Young Master Zhang your good friend?" the man with the pompadour said. "Could you please plead with him for me, and ask his father not to pursue the matter against us? Isn't it said that God forgives the mistakes of young people?"

"God will forgive, then go find God."

"That's why I've come looking for you."

Xiao Yao was both annoyed and amused: "Who told you Zhang Zhengkai is my good friend?"

"Huh?" The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin was stunned.

“You’ve come to the wrong side,” Xiao Yao turned around and patted the man with the pompadour on the shoulder. “It’s already good enough that he doesn’t want to kill me.”

After saying this, he walked into the school gate under the watchful eyes of Grandpa Qin.

"Hey, Brother Yao, Brother Yao!" The man with the pompadour didn't dare follow him into the school and stood behind him stamping his feet.

The first exam in the morning was Chinese, Xiao Yao's forte.

As was his usual practice, he would first do the reading comprehension exercises, and then write the essay.

Choose one of the following two topics and write an essay of approximately 800 words.

First question: We are the rising sun; we are vibrant middle school students. On campus, we are full of life; outside campus, we are enthusiastic and unrestrained… Write an essay entitled “We are the rising sun.”

Question 2: Write an essay titled "My Perspective".

Claim:

(1) The name of the school and the name of the candidate must not appear in the text. If it is unavoidable, use a code, such as A Middle School, B Teacher, or C.

(2) You may not use the reading materials in the test paper.

What is the question I'm looking at?

Xiao Yao's gaze fell on Yu Luying's ankles diagonally in front of him.

Eyesight, eyesight...

Never mind, let's just say the rising sun.

After a brief brainstorming session, Xiao Yao wrote with great inspiration, effortlessly producing 814 words on this rainy day, titled "We Are the Rising Sun," a piece about the vibrant youth of the new era. It was all technique, devoid of emotion.

I'm somewhat satisfied, but it's a pity I'll probably forget what I wrote this afternoon. It would be great if I could take a picture to use later.

With 15 minutes left in the exam, Xiao Yao flipped the test paper to the front and began to do the exercises of writing Chinese characters based on pinyin and filling in the blanks from the text.

I actually managed to do them all! I didn't memorize them, but I just remembered them, hehe.

After handing in his paper, Xiao Yao felt extremely relieved; it was a completely new perspective on relief.

At noon in the cafeteria, Xiao Yao sat around two square tables pushed together with Xiong Ji, Hua Ang, Shen Bin, Zhang Jialong, and Daiyu.

"Only an idiot could come up with such an essay topic!" Ribbonfish exclaimed indignantly.

"Hey, it's just an essay, just write whatever you want, as long as the title is right and you reach the word count," Xiong Ji said.

"What's the exam this afternoon?" Xiao Yao urged the edamame, pickled vegetables, and shredded pork onto the rice.

“Politics and biology,” Hua Ang said.

"Hey," said the ribbonfish, "Brother Yao, what are your plans for summer vacation?"

"Arrangements?" Xiao Yao was taken aback; he hadn't really thought of that.

He just wanted to stay at home with Shen Jie forever.

“Yeah,” said the ribbonfish, “Let’s find a place to go have some fun together.”

“Of course we’d go to the beach in the summer,” Shen Bin said.

"Forget it, the beaches in Shanghai aren't very nice anyway," Zhang Jialong said in a deep voice.

"Everyone says the sea in Shanghai isn't beautiful. What exactly makes it so unattractive?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.

“How would I know?” Zhang Jialong said matter-of-factly. “I’ve never seen it.”

“You all grew up in Shanghai, but who among you has ever seen the sea in Shanghai?” Xiao Yao looked at the others.

"Never seen it." "Never been there." "Don't know." "I only know it's not good-looking." "..."

Xiao Yao was speechless.