We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

It's Friday.

When school was over, Li Mubai wanted to deliberately avoid walking with Chen Qiuhe, but when he thought about what he had promised her last Sunday and the box of mung bean cakes he had received, he decided not to run away. Besides, this was outside of school, so his classmates probably wouldn't see them.

After getting on the bus, Li Mubai tossed his phone to Chen Qiuhe. He wasn't dependent on his phone, didn't download any games, and only used it to repeatedly watch videos for low-level entertainment.

"Don't you use your phone?" Chen Qiuhe asked.

"I'm not playing."

"Then why do you bring your phone?"

"...so I can contact my family." Of course, Li Mubai couldn't tell Chen Qiuhe that he brought his phone to write poems and publish them on White Wall; he could only tell the readers.

"Okay, remember to visit our homeroom teacher on behalf of our class tomorrow."

"Okay, okay."

At this moment, Chen Qiuhe seemed like a mother, giving her advice and instructions, though of course she didn't hit the tiles.

Li Mubai closed his eyes. He didn't sit by the window; if he had, he could have looked at the scenery outside and thought about things. The first thing he thought about was tomorrow's schedule.

I got up at 7 a.m., set off at 9:30 a.m., met Xie Shu at the entrance of the No. 1 People's Hospital subway station at 10 a.m., visited Teacher Wu, and finally went home.

Hopefully nothing goes wrong.

Will Xie Shu be happy to be alone with me tomorrow? Actually, he is a little happy, but I don't want to think about it anymore. A frog falling in love with a swan will only hurt the frog.

Sigh, he should think about how to write poetry. He can't really let Yan Shu write for him. Writing poetry sometimes depends on inspiration, especially for someone like him who isn't very skilled. A moment of inspiration can make writing poetry twice as effective.

What topic should I write about...?

In his dream, Li Mubai felt himself being pushed.

"I'm almost at my stop, let me through."

"Okay, sure."

Chen Qiuhe returned the phone to Li Mubai and got out of the car.

"Bye-bye." She waved.

"Okay, goodbye."

Wang Wei wrote in his poem, "On every festive occasion, I miss my loved ones even more." Li Mubai wrote, "I always fall asleep on the bus."

However, he has "Observation Haki," so there's no need to worry about him missing his stop.

Human talent is truly extraordinary; I wonder what new skills he might discover with further development of this physical body.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

"Little Bai is back. What should we have for dinner tonight?" Li's mother asked.

In fact, Li Mubai always felt that the name "Xiaobai" sounded like the name of a Samoyed and had protested before. However, his mother continued to do as she pleased, and gradually Li Mubai stopped caring. His father then started calling him by his full name.

"Eat whatever you want." Li Mubai didn't have much of an appetite tonight. "By the way, Mom, our homeroom teacher was in a car accident and is hospitalized. The class is organizing a trip to the First Municipal Hospital to visit him tomorrow."

"You were in a car accident? How serious is it?"

"It's not serious. I heard that you can be discharged and move around after a week in the hospital."

"Okay, I'll give you a hundred tomorrow. Buy some fruit and milk or something, don't go empty-handed."

"No need for Mom, these things will be covered by the class fund."

"Here's a hundred for you as pocket money."

"All right."

Life has improved now. Li Mubai remembers that his pocket money used to be only a few yuan or ten yuan. When he was in junior high school, it increased to more than ten or twenty yuan. He remembers that once in junior high school, he received a certificate of merit in the final exam. His parents rewarded him with fifty yuan, and he was happy for a whole day because of it.

"Xiaobai, you must be careful of vehicles when crossing the road. Taxis in Pingyang are all..."

"understood."

When Li Mubai got home, he charged his phone. It was about to run out of battery because Chen Qiuhe had been playing with it, so he left him 20%.

It's time to add Xie Shu on QQ.

He opened Xie Shu's QQ page from the class group chat and typed, "Good evening, class monitor. I'm Li Mubai. Can we add each other on QQ? It'll be easier to contact each other tomorrow."

Request sent.

He switched his phone back to vibrate mode, but there was no dinging sound as he had expected.

Never mind, I'll do my homework first.

Ten minutes... why is there still no response?

Half an hour... Will they be busy?

An hour... they might not want to add me.

"Ding-dong!"

I opened my phone, but it wasn't Xie Shu.

Yan Shu: "[jpg.] It's finally finished. What do you think?"

Li Bubai: "So fast? Are you a genius?"

Yan Shu: "Really?"

Whether it's really Li Mubai or not depends on the poem itself; some poets write poems quickly, but the quality is poor.

Magnolia

Her graceful figure, draped in snow, stands atop a distant branch, emitting a subtle fragrance.

Unlike the delicate peach blossoms that need leaves to set them off, she dares to adorn herself with spring makeup even when she is alone.

Li Bubai: "It's correct to write poems about objects. Beginners should practice by writing more poems about objects. Overall, your poem is clear and the theme is expressed. However, some words are used too directly, like the word 'chuan' (传). Also, doesn't the magnolia have green leaves?"

Yan Shu: "That might be a bit of an assumption, but it's true that white magnolias don't have green leaves when they bloom."

Li Bubai: "When peach blossoms bloom, there are no green leaves. When writing poetry, one should respect objective facts."

Yan Shu: "Okay, Teacher Li."

It always feels strange to be called "teacher" by someone my own age.

Li Bubai: "However, as your first poem, it is still very good. You may have a talent for writing poetry."

Yan Shu: "After reading so many of your poems, I have learned a bit. But what about your poems?"

Li Bubai: "Oh, I haven't written it yet."

Yan Shu: "To be lazy."

Li Bubai: "This is just settling down."

Yan Shu: "Hmph."

Li Bubai: "Okay, actually I haven't decided what to write yet."

Yan Shu: "Then you should write about objects too."

Writing about objects seems okay too; if you don't know what to write, just write about an object.

Yan Shu: "I just had an idea. How about we write on the same theme together? We can take turns setting the topic and write one poem each week, what do you think?"

Li Bubai: "Write one poem a week! Do you have that much free time?"

Yan Shu: "Then write one poem every two weeks?"

Li Mubai thought about it and felt it was feasible. To improve one's poetry, one must write more. Of course, one must also read more. Moreover, writing on the same theme with Yan Shu would allow them to critique each other and improve together.

Li Bubai: "Okay, then after this week ends, I'll go first next time?"

Yan Shu: "Yes, that's fine."

Li Bubai: "By the way, are you going to post about the white wall first?"

Li Mubai frequently posted on the White Wall, to the point that the White Wall created a separate literary section for him, which inspired some students who were unwilling to expose themselves to follow suit.

Yan Shu: "Do you want me to post this?"

What do you mean? Shouldn't you make this decision yourself?

Li Bubai: "You make the decision yourself."

Yan Shu: "Then I'll give it a try. Your pen name is Qiu Ke, so how about I call myself Chun Lv?"

Li Bubai: "It sounds like a stupid donkey. Just use 'Yan Shu' (言书), it sounds better."

Yan Shu: "I want to start with 'Spring'."

Li Bubai: "Let's call it Chunyu then."

Although it sounds like "stupid fish" in Chinese, it's at least cuter than "stupid donkey".

Yan Shu: "Okay."

Li Bubai: "You can write poems or mark tones on paper. Typing on a phone is sometimes inconvenient, especially when you're at school."

Yan Shu said, "My handwriting is not good."

Well, Li Mubai had been wondering why Yan Shu always sent him screenshots. Now he knew the reason: Yan Shu's handwriting wasn't good either, but he still wrote, just for his own amusement.

Yan Shu: "I'm going to rest now. Goodnight."

Li Bubai: "Okay, goodbye."

I checked the time; it was already ten o'clock. I didn't expect that my discussion with Yanshu would take so long. It's time to wash up, go to bed, and read a book.

"Ding-dong!"

Xie Shu: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

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