Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 102 You're the best!

The morning sunlight filled the classroom.

Class 2, Grade 9.

Liu Songyan stood by the aisle of the desks with his hands in his pockets. The red and white school uniform of No. 16 Middle School fit him perfectly, but on him, it looked like a fine work of art sculpture.

His gaze was fixed on the girl named Chi Jinhe, watching as she pulled out a wet wipe from somewhere and diligently wiped the seat against the wall.

After a month and a half of summer vacation, a lot of dust has accumulated on the desks.

A hardworking, capable, virtuous, and diligent figure came into the boy's view.

Look at the hardworking figure kneeling on one knee on the chair, diligently wiping the desk.

The smile on his lips grew more pronounced; his father had praised Chi Jinhe in private on more than one occasion.

Although her looks are not outstanding, she has a pleasing temperament and personality, making her a rare and wonderful girl.

Looking at Chi Jinhe, who was constantly wiping the table and not letting any dirty or grimy areas go untouched.

Now it seems that my father's words have come true once again.

"Okay, now it's clean."

Raising her arm to wipe her forehead, Chi Jinhe stood back in the aisle, satisfied.

As he folded the blackened tissue in his hand, he glanced at the boy behind him who was staring blankly at him.

He noticed the other person's gaze was downward, and a smile played on their lips.

The puzzled girl tilted her head unconsciously and asked softly, seemingly out of curiosity.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look……"

He almost blurted it out, but fortunately, Liu Songyan, who was in a daze, reacted in time. Seeing the girl in front of him looking at him, he quickly changed his words.

"Look at the table."

"Is it clean?"

"clean."

"Hehe, so would you like to sit inside or outside?"

The two desks were placed side by side against the inner wall.

The classroom was arranged in a 2-4-2 layout, and the two students who arrived early chose seats on the right side of the classroom.

Chi Jinhe was asking Liu Songyan for his opinion; no matter which seat he chose, she would choose the remaining one.

At the start of the new semester, the two had already agreed to be deskmates.

Upon hearing the question, Liu Songyan pondered for a couple of seconds before quickly making a decision.

He pointed to the desks near the aisle and replied.

"This is it, you can sit inside."

"Good~"

There is no need for early morning reading on the first day of school.

As time went on, more and more students entered the class.

Some classmates were familiar, but there were also other unfamiliar faces entering the class. Liu Songyan, contrary to his usual behavior, did not sleep on his desk.

Instead, they turned their gaze to the classroom doorway, watching the figures entering the classroom one by one.

He only looked away when Shen Ruzhi appeared.

As a girl, Shen Ruzhi is tall.

Her legs were especially beautiful; even hidden under loose school uniform pants, they looked like a pair of straight chopsticks encased in cloth.

Compared to last semester, Shen Ruzhi's hair is now much longer after growing it out over the summer.

The hairstyle, which is almost identical to that of an ordinary girl's student haircut, combined with her oval face with its defined lines, gives her a unique and stunning look.

Her features are more masculine and less delicate than those of other girls.

As soon as she entered the classroom of Class 2, Grade 9, her eyes quickly swept across the room.

In the noisy classroom, I shielded myself from the voices of my classmates.

In just one round trip, he accurately locked his gaze on Liu Songyan.

A smile appeared on her face, then disappeared a few seconds later.

Shen Ruzhi saw the girl sitting next to the boy.

With her long, straight legs moving quickly, she walked towards the seat against the wall on the right side of the classroom.

Her gaze remained fixed on the boy who was looking down at something, until she walked up to him and silently looked at him with her face down.

"hello."

Chi Jinhe recognized the former class monitor from the class next door and greeted him with a smile.

Shen Ruzhi, who was originally serious, also hurriedly responded, chatting for a couple of minutes with things like, "What a coincidence!" and "You were assigned to this class too?" before looking away again.

She looked back at the silent boy.

Shen Ruzhi stood by the aisle, staring at him without saying a word.

Chi Jinhe looked at the two of them with suspicion, glanced at Shen Ruzhi who looked unwell, and finally turned her gaze to Liu Songyan.

The boy silently tapped the desk, rubbing the scratches left by his senior with his fingertips.

Such a gaze was so intense that he could not ignore it.

She raised her face and looked at Shen Ruzhi, who was staring at her.

Before he could speak, Shen Ruzhi, who was looking at him, suddenly walked back.

He pulled out the empty chairs behind the two of them and sat down behind Liu Songyan.

"..."

Whether by accident or intentionally, Shen Ruzhi, who was tidying up her desk, inexplicably poked Liu Songyan in the back.

The movement was not large; it was probably done by stabbing with the knuckles of a clenched fist.

Liu Songyan did not react at all, which made the commotion of packing up the desks behind him grow louder and louder.

Seemingly sensing the awkward atmosphere, Chi Jinhe, who had been silently observing, wisely kept her mouth shut.

With the start of the new semester, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 9, was also changed.

After most of the students had arrived, a tall, thin man in his thirties, wearing glasses, entered the classroom.

First, write your name on the blackboard.

Ma Jing.

Next, as usual, I took the attendance list and got to know each of the students.

Since Shen Ruzhi appeared, Liu Songyan stopped paying attention to the students who entered the class. It wasn't until the homeroom teacher, Ma Jing, called the roll that he noticed that he and Li Yan had been assigned to the same class.

Looking back, I saw the figure huddled in the corner on the first day of school.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then quickly looked away.

After taking attendance, the homeroom teacher, Ma Jing, rested her hands on the podium and looked around at the students below.

With a serious expression, he patted the test paper that he had personally placed on the podium when he entered the classroom.

Then he began to speak.

"The first two periods are math. I've prepared a diagnostic test for you all, since most of you weren't taught by me before, so I want to know your true level."

As he organized the papers, Ma Jing picked them up and arranged them vertically, distributing them starting from the first row.

He continued speaking only after he had emptied the test papers he was holding.

"A class lasts forty-five minutes. When the bell rings, we'll collect the papers. Remember to write your name on them."

Before the wails from inside the classroom could be heard, Ma Jing returned to the front of the classroom, pulled out a stool, and sat down.

He raised his hand and slammed it on the podium, and the shouting that had just been going on immediately disappeared.

The exam papers were handed to Liu Songyan. He took one and passed it to Shen Ruzhi, who was sitting behind him.

He glanced at the questions on the test paper and was about to start writing when he realized that he hadn't brought anything with him on his first day of school.

His father brought him and his sister to school early in the morning.

Liu Songyan, who is entering the third year of junior high school, started school early, but his younger sister, who is in the sixth grade of elementary school, is not yet ready to start school. She will have to wait until September 1st to officially begin her studies.

While in the car, he spotted his father's figure in the distance at the entrance of his shop, and then hurriedly asked him to stop the car.

Perhaps they left in a hurry, leaving their tools behind in the back seat.

My hands were empty, and the clean table had only one exam paper on it.

Shen Ruzhi, who was in the back row, had just passed the test paper behind her when she turned around and saw Liu Songyan's embarrassed state.

He hurriedly unzipped the pencil case, took out a pencil, and was about to hand it to himself.

However, before she could even raise her hand to pick up the pen, Chi Jinhe, who was sitting next to her, placed the pen in front of Liu Songyan.

Liu Songyan looked at the pen on the test paper and turned his head to look at the inside of the paper.

I saw Chi Jinhe with her head down, covering her mouth with her hand and muttering to herself.

"Keep it up! Write as much as you can, don't rush."

"..."

Hearing Chi Jinhe's voice, barely audible, Liu Songyan raised an eyebrow, pen in hand. Was he being underestimated?
In the past, he wouldn't have cared about such things at all, but now, hearing Chi Jinhe's words of comfort, he felt inexplicably irritated.

Remove the cap from the pen and put it on the end of the pen.

He glanced at the exam paper in front of him, read through the questions, and then wrote down the answers.

Shen Ruzhi, who was holding a pen behind her, silently lowered her face. She had just taken out a water-based pen from her pencil case, but then put it back.

Forty-five minutes seem to pass differently to each student.

Some people struggle with the calculations, while others simply write down a solution regardless of whether it's correct or not.

Chi Jinhe wrote down the formulas on his notebook with some frustration, but after substituting them, he was puzzled by the result.

This scene was witnessed by Liu Songyan, who was standing nearby.

Silently pushing the completed exam paper, he moved it to the right.

Chi Jinhe noticed this action and slowly looked up at the boy beside her.

Although somewhat surprised that the other person could finish the test so quickly, he felt no joy at all at the fact that the other person had cheated on him.

He shook his head silently, lowering his head further as he lay on the table.

The homeroom teacher, Ma Jing, who was sitting next to the podium, looked at the teacher for a moment before looking away again.

The bell rang for the first class, and self-study began after class.

Ma Jing was grading the exam papers in her hands, and while grading them, she was also paying attention to the names on the papers.

Because the new semester has started and textbooks haven't been distributed yet, the so-called self-study period means that most students don't have any books to read.

They could only stare blankly and while away the class time.

About halfway through the second period, Ma Jing, who was grading test papers at the podium, suddenly stopped.

Holding the exam paper in my hand, I glanced at the name on it a few more times.

Then he looked up at the audience below the podium.

"Liu Songyan".

Suddenly called out by name, the boy, who was playing with his pen cap, slowly looked up.

Noticing the gazes cast by the other students, the once quiet classroom suddenly erupted into a cacophony of noise.

Some of the girls in the front row widened their eyes upon seeing Liu Songyan.

[Liu Songyan? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before.]

Isn't that No-Face from Class 4? Why did he cut his hair?

[So handsome? Really?]

Once someone starts, there's no stopping them.

Various comments reached his ears, and Liu Songyan, whose name was called, silently stood up from his seat.

Li Yan, who was in the corner, was equally shocked. When he saw Liu Songyan's face completely exposed, he was completely stunned.

Ma Jing, standing at the podium, looked at the test paper in her hand and observed the figures standing up after roll call.

Put down the exam paper.

"You'll be the class monitor from now on. Come on, let's go get the books."

"..."

The decision was made too hastily, which led to even louder discussions within the class.

Seeing Liu Songyan leave his seat and walk towards the door, Ma Jing, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 9, also stepped away.

Before leaving, I randomly named a few boys and asked them to go with me to get the new books.

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New store opening.

Ning Mengyao was wearing a summer uniform, the red and white color scheme of which looked just like the uniform of the school next door, No. 16 Middle School.

Wearing an apron around her waist, her figure was printed with the store logo and the four large characters "Mixue Ice Cream".

"Welcome to visit us again."

Inside the production area, Ning Mengyao called out those words somewhat shyly.

After finishing the action, he cautiously glanced to the side.

Looking at the man's slightly furrowed brows.

His face immediately turned sad.

"Not satisfied?...I'm saying this..."

"He lacks confidence and seems listless."

The two shops, formerly a bookstore and a flower shop, were combined. The original bookstore space became the preparation counter and cashier area, while the flower shop space was used to provide seating for resting.

Liu Changcun leaned back in the chair that had been pulled over, while Liu Wanqiu, barefoot and sitting with her legs curled up, was engrossed in reading a comic book.

Looking at Ning Mengyao's blushing face, Liu Changcun pondered for a moment before continuing his comments.

"You need to be more lively and energetic. Simply put, you need to be enthusiastic and loud!"

After summarizing, Liu Changcun immediately straightened his back.

He raised his hand and beckoned, then spoke.

"Turn on the stereo and play the song you recorded."

"what……"

Ning Mengyao's already flushed face turned even redder as she awkwardly flipped the speaker switch.

Although reluctant, I still chose to do as instructed.

As soon as the stereo was turned on, Ning Mengyao's voice came through.

"You love me, I love you~ Mixue Ice Cream, sweet and delicious~ You love me, I love you~ Mixue Ice Cream, sweet and delicious~ You love me so much~ I love you~ You love me~ I love you Mixue Ice Cream, sweet and delicious~~"

"Grand opening! Buy one drink, get the second one half price!"

"..."

Listening to the music playing from the speakers, it's clear that Ning Mengyao has some kind of mother tongue embarrassment, especially since it's her own voice singing.

The melody is somewhat like a children's song. Before the business opened, Liu Changcun took her to the TV station and found the person who composed the music for "The Temptation to Go Home".

Liu Changcun hummed the tune himself, and he also wrote the lyrics.

All you need to do is find a singer to sing it once, and with adjustments from TV professionals, you can easily create a song.

Even now, many days later, Ning Mengyao still feels incredibly nervous when she thinks about the time Liu Changcun specifically asked her to record a song.

Even more so, inside the store, after hearing that tune sung in a strained voice again...

"I'll turn it off now..."

"No, play it again."

"No, Mr. Liu... It's so embarrassing to hear myself sing..."

"Where's the embarrassment? You sang quite well."

With a serious expression, Liu Changcun criticized Ning Mengyao, clearly displeased with her stage fright.

He simply turned to his daughter, who was reading comics behind him, and asked her.

"Late Autumn, what's your opinion on Aunt Ning's singing?"

"it is good!"

Liu Wanqiu, who was reading the comic, was captivated by the exciting part of the plot.

I gave a perfunctory answer almost subconsciously.

In fact, she didn't even notice what her father asked.

"Did you hear that? The kids all said it was great!"

"But……"

"Miss Ning, you need to be more confident. Come on, shout with me, 'I'm the best!'"

"I……"

Shout, "I'm the best!"

"I'm the best..."

Ning Mengyao's heart raced as Liu Changcun forced her to shout out the slogan.

However, her voice was too soft and not loud enough, which made the man ask her to do it again.

"I am the best."

The voice was louder this time, but it still didn't quite reach the level of being booming.

"I'm the best!!"

"..."

He hurriedly covered his ears with his fingers, listening to Ning Mengyao's voice, which was already a little cracked.

Liu Changcun looked at the figure with his arms crossed in front of him, dressed in work clothes, looking resigned to his fate, with his eyes closed, his body trembling slightly as he shouted loudly.

It's just like... being caught red-handed and threatened, forced to do something you hate, a humiliating situation.

(End of this chapter)