She is in the fog

The next day was Thursday, and it was Mingmei's turn to be on duty.

The first class was Chinese. The Chinese teacher was named Yang Jianwen, who was in his thirties. He wore glasses and looked quite scholarly. Besides, he was 1.93 meters tall.

Maybe it’s because of his height, but every time Teacher Yang Jianwen writes on the blackboard, the writing is very high, and the shorter students in the class have to jump to wipe it.

Mingmei might have been on duty for the first time and had no experience, so she overestimated herself.

She picked up the blackboard eraser and stretched out her arm confidently. She looked up and saw that she was still a little short. Just as she was about to stand on tiptoe, she suddenly felt a shadow covering her. Her other bony hand was on the blackboard eraser. So she let go of the blackboard eraser, turned around, raised her eyes slightly, and happened to meet He Xi's eyes.

"Let me help you." He Xi smiled. "It's dusty here, you'd better stay away from it."

Perhaps it was because he was so close to her that he could almost hear her heartbeat. Mingmei felt a little at a loss as to what to do. She quickly stepped back and said a little embarrassedly, "Thank you...thank you."

This scene happened to be seen by Wen Wan who had just returned to the classroom. From her perspective, it really looked like He Xi was picking on Ming Mei and bullying her.

"It's never going to end, is it?" Wen Wan muttered, then rushed to the podium, pulled Ming Mei behind her to protect her, and shouted at He Xi with angry eyes, "What are you doing? I warn you not to go too far!"

He Xi shook the blackboard eraser in his hand in confusion: "I'm just helping to wipe the blackboard."

"Do you need to wipe it?" Wen Wan snatched the blackboard eraser and said angrily, "We can wipe it ourselves, we don't need you!"

After saying that, Wen Wan pulled Ming Mei back to her seat, stubbornly dragged the stool to the podium, and began to wipe the blackboard heroically.

Mingmei was watching from the side and felt a little headache. She couldn't help but reach out and rub her temples.

He Xi was frustrated and had no choice but to go back to the last row. He scratched his head and complained to Hei Gudong: "What's the big deal? I'm really fed up with Wen Wan. Why does she always dislike me? She was not like this before. She never treated me like this before."

Heigudong spread his hands, indicating that he could not help: [You are not the same person as before, did you offend her in some way? ]

"No, how dare I mess with her?"

Heigudong: [But she is not the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason. Think carefully about whether there is any misunderstanding? ]

"What kind of misunderstanding could there be? At the end of last semester, I reminded her not to climb trees so that she could continue to participate in the competition. Not only did she not thank me, she also found fault with me. How can I seek justice?" He Xi lay on the table helplessly, feeling uncomfortable all over.

After the second class, it was time for break exercises. Because it was raining outside, the break exercises were changed to eye exercises in the classroom. After doing the eye exercises, Wen Wan asked Ming Mei: "A Mei, do you want to leave the classroom?"
"Don't go."
"Okay, I'm going to the gym. I want to use your umbrella."
"Okay, it's hanging at the back of the classroom, the red polka dot one."
"I know. I'll go then."
"Go."

As there was still some time before class, Mingmei took out the English newspaper and started doing the exercises. Just as she finished the multiple-choice questions, Wenwan came back with two registration forms for the radio station in her hands, which she had gotten from somewhere.

She wrote her name on one of the application forms, and Mingmei's name on the other, and then placed the application forms in front of Mingmei: "Amei, the campus radio station is recruiting new members, let's go for the interview!"

Mingmei picked up the application form and looked at it, then said, "But the radio station should mainly recruit freshmen."

"Oh, you also said that it is mainly for freshmen, not just freshmen. As long as they meet the requirements, sophomores are not impossible."

“But I think it’s a waste of time.”

"I have already done some research. I will have an interview this week and the results will be announced after the National Day holiday. Members of the radio station only need to broadcast two days a week, and only for half an hour, from 5:30 to 6:00 p.m. It's only half an hour, so it won't affect anything. The most important thing is that you can play your favorite music!" Wen Wan raised her eyebrows at Ming Mei, "Didn't you complain about the bad songs played by the radio station before? If we apply, we can play our favorite songs."

"But……"

"Don't say buts." Wen Wan supported her head with her right hand and looked at Ming Mei eagerly. "Youth only lasts a few years. Think about it. What if you are old and recall your high school life and find that it was all about studying? How boring that would be. You have to leave some different memories. I have decided that if I am accepted in the interview, I will play some rock music for everyone on the day of my broadcast to drive away the boredom. Tsk tsk, it's wonderful just to think about it."

Seeing Wen Wan's longing look, Ming Mei said, "Then I'll accompany you to the interview, and I won't sign up."

"Report it." Wen Wan blinked aggrievedly, "I want you to be selected more than I want myself. It would be a waste if your voice is not broadcast to the radio station. Imagine this scene. It was a tired afternoon, and Wen Wan was half dead. At this time, a bright and beautiful voice like the sound of nature came from the radio. That feeling was like a long drought and then a good rain, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, a wedding night, and a name on the imperial examination. So Wen Wan was immediately revived, and she finished five papers in one breath and was still not satisfied. Her test scores also rose..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Why are you getting more and more mysterious!" Mingmei stopped Wen Wan's exaggerated movements and expressions, and pretended to be helpless and curled her lips: "It seems that in order to save the listless Wen Wan, I have to go."

"So you agreed?"

Mingmei nodded and said, "I agree."

"That's great!" Wen Wan was very happy that her plan had succeeded, and the two dimples on her face became more obvious.

(End of this chapter)