But who cares?
——She was happy, and that was enough.
Late that night, Chen Yiyang saw Yun Mi post on Moments. As soon as she finished his tutoring and left his room, Yun Mi couldn't wait to post.
It was a picture of a cartoon little white sheep.
The caption had just two words: Miemie.
Ding Yuan commented below: In such a good mood, learning to bleat like a sheep? Got the problem?
Grow Up Well replied: Was taught to understand.
Zhou Shihui liked it immediately.
Chen Yiyang saw it, lowered his eyes coldly, and cursed, "Idiot."
He closed the door, returned to his desk, and looked at the English exercise booklet he had printed that afternoon, but no longer had any desire to read it.
Chen Yiyang slumped back into his ergonomic chair.
This was where Yun Mi had just been sitting.
She had a faint white floral scent, the fragrance of the laundry beads Aunt Qin had specially chosen for her.
It smelled gentle, but carried a vitality that broke through the lush green summer.
She was gone, but her scent lingered in the air.
An undeniable presence.
Chen Yiyang's eyelids drooped, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly felt restless.
He passed a hand with prominent wrist bones over the bridge of his nose, coughed lightly, and expressionlessly got up to open the window.
...
The physical education exam for the Shancheng college entrance exam included several major events. Besides four mandatory items, there were optional specialized events.
Most people chose volleyball, and Yun Mi did too.
A clear, sunny PE class.
Chen Yiyang saw Yun Mi practicing volleyball in a corner. The summer in Shancheng had arrived irresistibly and irreversibly. The weather was getting hot, the sun baking people irritable.
Today, Yun Mi was wearing loose, five-point blue jeans, but strangely, even in PE class, she hadn't taken off her precious autumn school uniform.
The girl's nose was covered in fine sweat, her ponytail bouncing with her movements.
The blue-and-yellow striped soft ball was steady in her hands.
As she practiced, she chatted with Ding Yuan about where to study on the weekend.
Chen Yiyang squinted.
Xie Yue hung on the horizontal bar, asking blandly, "What are you looking at, Yang ge?"
Chen Yiyang withdrew his gaze. "Nothing."
Xie Yue couldn't be bothered to care what Chen Yiyang was doing; he just wanted to think about what to eat for lunch. His mouth spoke without his brain even registering. Xie Yue said, "The confession wall has been weird these days. Last time I saw them posting some code words, super strange."
That lousy confession wall at Shanfu was run by senior year students. Now that they had graduated, they were updating like crazy.
Chen Yiyang was about to call people to play basketball. He took off his school jacket and tossed it casually onto the lawn.
Suddenly he heard Xie Yue add, "Oh, right, I heard someone say it's about Yun Mi's disciplinary record. From Shanghai."
Chen Yiyang turned his head.
The weather was stifling hot, and Yun Mi's heart was also getting irritated.
Ding Yuan was telling her about a handsome senior from the third year who would be back in a few days to answer questions. Mid-sentence, she suddenly paused, looked at her twice, and said, "Mimi, why don't you take off your jacket? I can see you're so hot your hair is sticking to your neck."
Yun Mi's mind was still on her study plan. She responded absently, "It's fine, not hot. I'm afraid of getting tanned."
Ding Yuan didn't buy that at all, but remembering Yun Mi's ambitious goal, she pouted. "You got 130 on English this quiz, 117 on Chinese. The other subjects are pretty stable too. Not counting math, you're definitely at the top of the regular class."
Thinking about the bet with Chen Yiyang, Yun Mi felt annoyed. She kind of hoped Chen Yiyang would lose face.
And... Mimi and Miemie went well together, didn't they?
Unfortunately, the monthly exam had to count math.
Yun Mi had only scored 97 on this math quiz, much lower than last month's exam.
That's how studying was: if there were gaps in knowledge, grades fluctuated.
She only fully understood about seventy percent. If the test questions happened to hit the thirty percent she didn't know, it wouldn't be strange to score zero.
Thinking about it this way, Yun Mi lost even her interest in practicing volleyball.
"Yun Mi!"
Someone called her from afar.
Yun Mi looked up blankly. This PE class was combined with Class 13. Jiang Miyan, wearing bright athletic wear, was jogging quickly toward her.
The girl had a delicate ponytail, was dressed in a light summer short-sportswear, and came straight to the point: "Yun Mi, did you deliberately talk bad about me in front of Chen Yiyang?"