【Ning Que and Mo Shanshan】(03) Author: huihui1983

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Chapter 3: First Year

of High School On the first day of high school, I met my homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhan Huihui. After the first class that morning, she
called me to her office alone. I was a little uneasy, guessing she was going to make me class monitor again. I really didn't want to be class monitor this time
. How should I refuse her?

She said my dad had called her, asking her to look after me, and then asked what I wanted. I didn't know
why my dad knew her. I was very suspicious, but Ms. Zhan was very beautiful and dressed very
tastefully . She definitely wouldn't be interested in my dad, and there was a big age gap between them. They probably didn't have any romantic relationship.

I told Ms. Zhan that I didn't want to be class monitor. I knew that with my nine years of experience as class monitor and my
first-place entrance exam score, I was likely to be appointed. Ms. Zhan smiled and said okay, then said
that .

But I didn't dare tell her that I didn't want to be class monitor because I wanted to study hard. The things I
disliked most about being class monitor, besides having to snitch, were the need for extreme self-discipline. Seeing Ning Que and his friends causing so much
trouble , playing all sorts of pranks, I actually really wanted to join in. Now I could finally.

That noon, Ning Que and I got into trouble. After lunch, while wandering around the teaching building, I looked at the signs for
the boys' and girls' restrooms and said to Ning Que, "What if we switch these two signs?
The freshmen probably won't be familiar with them and will need to look at the signs, but the sophomores on this floor should know them well and won't need to look at
the signs . Then those two groups of boys and girls will definitely bump into each other in the restrooms..."

I saw the light in Ning Que's eyes. I acted as lookout while he took down the signs. He was already 10
centimeters taller than me by then. He stood on tiptoe, took the two signs down from the bar, swapped them, and hung them back up. Then we quietly
left and watched from a distance.

Sure enough, just before class in the afternoon, many people came to use the restroom. Seeing a few people arguing and
making a scene in the distance, Ning Que and I quietly returned to the classroom, pretending to know nothing.

Then, we heard from our classmates that a girl was changing her sanitary napkin when
a boy barged in and saw her, and she immediately burst into tears. The boy pointed at the urinals, insisting the girl
had gone into the wrong restroom.

Ning Que and I burst into laughter along with everyone else, laughing heartily. Then that afternoon, we learned that
high school was different; the school had something called video surveillance…

When Teacher Zhan Huihui called Ning Que and me to her office, Ning Que immediately admitted it was his idea, that
he had changed the sign. The teacher looked at us for a long time before finally letting Ning Que leave first.

I whispered, "Teacher Zhan..."

She said kindly, "When no one's around, just call me Teacher Huihui." Then
she shook head, "When your father entrusted you to me, I was puzzled. With such good grades and always being
a model student, what could you possibly need me to take care of? I didn't expect that this would happen on the very first day... Even if it was Ning Que's idea,
what were you doing at the corner of the hallway? Did you think no one could tell you were keeping watch?"

I lowered my head, not daring to speak. Teacher Huihui sighed, "This time I'll let it go. I won't tell your father,
but this is a one-time thing. Go back now."

I thought Teacher Huihui had let us off the hook, and I happily bowed to her before turning and running away.

But less than a week later, our homeroom teacher informed us during self-study that Ning
Que , and that everyone else should take this as a warning and not go too far with their mischief.

Ning Que's mother was away on a business trip these past few days, so Ning Que ate dinner at my house. After dinner, we
studied . I noticed he looked a little down and comforted him, "It's just a warning; it'll be canceled next year and
won't be recorded in your file."

Ning Que looked at me speechlessly. I felt a little guilty, since it was my idea. Ning Que looked at me for a while, then
suddenly said, "Shan Shan, will you be my girlfriend?"

I looked at him strangely, "Aren't I your fiancée?"

Ning Que shook his head, "That's our parents' decision, not yours."

I was still a little confused, "I did 'that' for you during the summer vacation, so of course I have to be your girlfriend, right?"

Ning Que shook his head again, "You were just curious, right? You obviously only did it for me; you wouldn't even let me kiss you.

What I want to ask is, do you like me? Are you willing to be my girlfriend?"

I said, "Yes, I am." I still couldn't understand. Wasn't Ning Que being a bit redundant? Since I was going to marry
him, I was obviously willing to be his girlfriend.

Then Ning Que smiled, a little shyly, and said, "Shan Shan, I like you."

For some reason, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. So this guy was actually quite cautious. I always thought that
as his fiancée, I should like him unconditionally. But he's different. He likes me simply because he
likes me, and he wants me to like him because I like him, not because I want to marry him.

I smiled slightly and told him, "I like you too. I like you because I like you. I
like the way you like me."

Ning Que said, "I like the way you like me."

I said, "Say it again. "

Ning Que: "I like the way you like me."

I wrote this sentence on a piece of paper, marked it with dots, and broke the sentence in sequence. Then I realized that the logic
was indeed correct. I was furious: "Ning Que, you're so logical, and your memory is so good, why are your Chinese
and Politics grades so bad? If you don't study harder, what if we don't get into the same university?"

Ning Que looked miserable, like he was obediently accepting domestic violence.

The next day, I went to Ms. Huihui and asked her to move me to Ning Que's deskmate. Ms. Huihui asked me
why , and I complained a bit, saying that Ning Que wasn't studying hard enough, and I had to keep an eye on him.

Ms. Huihui finally couldn't help but ask about my relationship with Ning Que. I said I was his fiancée, and our engagement had
been arranged since elementary school. If he didn't study hard, he wouldn't be able to get into the same university as me.

Ms. Huihui burst out laughing, looking extremely amused. Then, she told me seriously that she could move us
together, but if our grades affected each other, she would move us apart again.

Then, Ms. Huihui actually moved me to Ning Que's deskmate under the guise of helping struggling students, and warned me
in that if Ning Que caused any more trouble, it would be my responsibility.

Throughout high school, Ning Que and I never caused Ms. Huihui any trouble with our studies. I was always
first in the class and among the top three in the school, while Ning Que consistently ranked in the top ten. Since politics isn't on the college entrance exam, his
ranking should improve even further.

However, this doesn't mean Ning Que and I didn't cause her any worry. In fact, we often got her into minor troubles.

Especially Ning Que; his two famous works in high school both caused Ms. Huihui considerable trouble.

The first was naturally his changing of the restroom sign, which Ms. Huihui managed to suppress with only
a warning. The second was the bad poem Ning Que wrote in Ms. Huihui's Chinese class.

That day, Ms. Huihui was teaching poetry writing methods in composition class, asking us to refer to Cao Zhi's poem
"Beanstalks" and choose two genres—five-character, seven-character, and modern poetry—to write one poem each, using the title.

Seeing everyone's worried faces, Ms. Huihui asked me, as the class representative for Chinese, to stand up and explain my approach
. I thought for a moment and said, "Cao Zhi, from the perspective of the beans, is talking about the brothers fighting and how cruel it is to kill each other.
But if we look at it from the perspective of the bean stalks, it's about sacrificing oneself to make the beans into a delicious dish
."

I continued, "Like the junior high school text 'Lychee Honey,' the author says that bees are very cute little
creatures , asking nothing of people, yet giving them the best things. They don't do it for themselves, but to create the sweetest
life for humankind. They are insignificant, yet noble."

Teacher Huihui was very satisfied and asked me to sit down. Then she asked if I had any other ideas, and if not, to
write according to Mo Shanshan's line of thought.

Ning Que whispered to me, "The bees don't make honey for you; they make it for themselves and their offspring
. The beanstalks work hard to cultivate their seeds so they can sprout and grow, not for you to cook. You
do something bad and then praise them for being noble—how can you bully people like that?"

I kicked him hard to shut him up and make him understand the questioner's thought process. After watching him for a
while , he started writing furiously in his notebook before I felt comfortable writing my own. After he finished, I pulled Ning
Que's notebook over, and my expression immediately changed.

I wrote in my notebook, "Don't write like that; you still have a disciplinary record." Then I gave it to Ning Que.

Ning Que replied, "I'll take it," and handed it back to me.

I wrote again: "If you rewrite it, I'll let you kiss my cheek."

Ning Que glanced at me, seemingly hardening his heart: "No."

I continued: "Kiss?"

Ning Que's face seemed a little red, but he still calmly wrote: "No."

I continued: "French kiss?"

Ning Que hesitated for a moment, then wrote: "Anyway, it'll be mine sooner or later."

I thought for a moment, then unleashed my trump card. I wrote: "This Sunday, you can do whatever you want, how about it?"

This time, Ning Que didn't hesitate at all and wrote: "Okay!"

I replied: "Dream on! Get lost!"

Ten minutes before the end of class, Teacher Huihui called on a few students to read their work aloud,
but she didn't seem particularly satisfied, so she asked me to read mine.

I quietly read: "Enduring hardship to raise beans, burning oneself to cook them; even ashes, one thinks of next year,
drifting with the wind to become spring mud."

The students exclaimed in admiration. Teacher Huihui nodded and smiled, saying that the first line was
a bit the rest was very good. It was already quite good for a high school student to write such a sentence. After listening, Ning Que looked at me and
chuckled. The teacher probably sensed the disdain in his voice, so he asked Ning Que to stand up and read what he had written.

I was shocked and quickly handed my notebook to Ning Que from under my desk, asking him to read another five-character poem I had written.

Then, I saw Ning Que pick up his notebook again. I slumped onto the desk in frustration. This rascal,
just wait till we get home, I'll teach him a lesson.

Ning Que's clear, somewhat stubborn voice rang out: "First there was Yang Shuo's lychee honey, plundering the people's wealth to the last drop of their coffers;

then there was the boiling of beans with beanstalks, like burning a womb and stewing a fetus; pitiful little creatures cannot speak, laughable adults have thick skin; I
say the textbook compilers, are they prostitutes again..." Ning Que paused, but continued reading: "Pretending to be cool again..."
…

I listened to the uproarious laughter and cheers in the classroom, and looked at Teacher Huihui with worry, making a
pleading face, hoping that this matter wouldn't be reported to the disciplinary office…

Teacher Huihui was clearly stunned by this unexpectedly bold work. After a while, she restored
order to the classroom and said, “Ning Que wrote down his true thoughts, which is good.
There has indeed been controversy surrounding Yang Shuo's 'Lychee Honey,' but I hope everyone can understand that when he wrote that essay,
it was during the most difficult period of the country in 1961, when the whole nation needed to work hard together to overcome the difficulties.
That article did have its special historical background, and the environment at that time did indeed need such propaganda works.”

Later, I learned from other classes that this was the first and only time Teacher Huihui used this essay topic.
In subsequent classes, she changed the topic to something else. And
somehow, got out, and the nickname "simple-minded" became known throughout the school.

Before my next Chinese class, when I handed back the homework, I deliberately kept Ning Que's
for . I checked mine first, and sure enough, it was a beautiful "Excellent" just like before. Then I carefully
opened Ning Que's homework. There was no grade on it, but Teacher Huihui had added a note:

"Independent spirit, free thought. Do not follow the crowd, nor be cynical or resentful. Literature carries the Way, words
are the voice of the heart, the future is limitless, keep going and work hard."

I smiled, it seems my worries were unnecessary, Teacher Huihui really is a good teacher.

When I got home that night, I asked Ning Que what he would do if the school punished him again. Ning Que said nonchalantly that
at most it would be another warning, two warnings would become a demerit, no big deal.

"Besides, I just think both of these things are disgusting, I just can't help but curse them out," Ning Que
said seriously.

"Yes, that was a really good answer," I thought, remembering Teacher Huihui's comments. Then I smiled and said, "Ning Que, walk
me to the stairwell."

I took Ning Que's hand and led him into a secluded spot in the stairwell. Ning Que asked me what was wrong, and I smiled and said, "
Didn't say you wouldn't let me kiss you even if I became your girlfriend?" Then I wrapped my arms around Ning Que's neck, tilted my head back, and
gently kissed his lips. They were so soft.

My first kiss.

This was my first kiss with Ning Que.

Ning Que was so nervous he was a little flustered. When my lips left his, he seemed a little reluctant to continue,
wanting to lean in again, but I pushed him away.

Ning Que said a little aggrievedly, "I was so nervous I didn't even get a feel for it before it was over."

I still refused, "We can't let it interfere with your studies!" I said seriously to Ning Que, and he nodded solemnly
.

As for the trouble I caused, it was much smaller compared to Ning Que's. It was one day in the second semester of my first year of high school. I saw
a joke about someone putting a light bulb in their mouth and then being unable to get it out no matter what. I wanted Ning Que
to try it, but he refused, saying he definitely couldn't get it out.

I said I knew he couldn't get it out, but how would I know why if I didn't try? Ning Que looked at the bright light bulb in my
hand and refused to do it. In the end, he was clever and came up with a workaround. We went to
the supermarket next door and bought a pear of the same size and put it in Ning Que's mouth—that one wouldn't explode. Then Ning Que stuffed it into
his mouth , and sure enough, he couldn't spit it out. Surrounded by a group of onlookers, he looked extremely uncomfortable, his face flushed red.

I figured that was enough; any more commotion might cause trouble. So I grabbed the pear stem and tried to pull it out, but Ning Que's
mouth was tightly shut. With a bit of force, I actually snapped the stem off! This was troublesome.

I froze for a moment, then pushed through the classmates, turned around, and dragged Ning Que to Teacher Huihui's office.
Teacher Huihui was startled to see Ning Que's bulging, red face. After finding out what had happened, she
thought for a moment, took out a small knife, and very carefully, piece by piece, slowly scooped the pear out.

Ning Que was panting heavily, trying to vomit by the wastebasket but unable to. Curious, I asked,
" Why couldn't you pull it out?"

Ning Que, still panting, explained, "When you stuff a pear in, your tongue retracts far back, causing
your mouth to contract. Your mouth is forced shut, and the jawbone slides back, making it
impossible to open completely. That's why you can't pull the pear out, and the same principle applies to pulling out a light bulb."

I nodded, smiling broadly, "Then our experiment was quite fruitful!" Ning Que nodded,
saying, "Next time, it'll be your turn to cooperate with me on experiments."

Before I could respond, Ms. Huihui's angry voice came from behind: "Don't say
that ! You two, get back to your classroom and study!"

I stuck out my tongue and dragged Ning Que out. A while later, Ms. Huihui arrived in the classroom and began
warning all of us, emphasizing the importance of considering safety consequences when conducting experiments. She said that while it's good for people like Mo Shanshan and Ning
Que to have an exploratory spirit, there must be limits.

Teacher Huihui specifically mentioned that during previous chemistry experiments at school, some students burned their hands, and others exploded the
equipment . Those who got into trouble were all high-achieving but unruly students. Everyone should take this as a warning.

Teacher Huihui gave me a meaningful look, and I quickly lowered my head, thinking about the time in middle school when Ning
Que and I secretly took a large piece of sodium, cut it into thin slices, and threw it directly into the sink, almost
burning down the lab. I couldn't let her know.

My first year of high school was destined to be anything but ordinary. Suddenly, Ning Que's popularity at school far
surpassed .

That boy who was disciplined upon entering high school, wrote nonsensical poems and talked back to teachers, and was called a simpleton, shone brightly at the school
track and field meet, accelerating throughout the 5000-meter race and lapping second place by a whole lap. In the 4x800m
relay , he pulled off a comeback against the athletically gifted student from the next class. Then, at the Huizhou City Games,
he won second place in the high school 10,000m race. As he went on stage to receive his medal, a group of boys and girls cheered his name wildly.

Finally, when Ning Que won second prize in both the provincial Mathematics and Physics Olympiads, his desk
began to be filled with love letters from bolder girls.
Achieving requiring self-study of both subjects, learning advanced material, and completing a
vast amount of practice questions. Ning Que truly worked incredibly hard for these two competitions.

And I, I was just that quiet, high-achieving girl who usually only scolded Ning
Que, telling him he should put more effort into memorizing English and Chinese, since the college entrance exam wasn't just about math and science.

Other than that, I only get a kiss on the cheek from Ning Que when I say goodbye at home at night, and I help Ning
Que relieve himself during winter and summer vacations. That's already the limit for me as a girl. At such a young age, I dare not let Ning Que touch
me.

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