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June.
Recently, with the college entrance examination approaching, the teachers at Nanhua High School have become almost maniacal. In their desperate attempts to improve students' grades—and consequently their own salaries—they have devised a series of ruthless tactics to deal with those students who are struggling academically and feeling down. Their behavior resembles that of lunatics in an asylum, monotonously emphasizing one word: "scores."
Although Sophomore Year is not directly involved in the college entrance exam, their situation is no better. After all, they are the backup troops for the exam. In just two months, they will be promoted to Senior Year, ready to shoulder the noble mission of fighting for the school's honor, boosting teachers' salaries, and restoring face for their parents.
Recently, the weather has been persistently gloomy and rainy. The streets are always damp, resembling a frail patient who breaks into a cold sweat at the slightest chill. One evening, after finishing evening classes, it started pouring rain again. The raindrops were large and long, falling like a barrage of arrows. Tang Hui had not brought an umbrella, and Zhu Huijin had been sent out by the school to participate in an Olympiad competition due to her accolades, leaving him to head home alone. He hugged his head and dashed out of the school only to bump into Xiao Yang in the rain.
"Why are you running to find me in such heavy rain?" Tang Hui asked with a smile as he sheltered himself under her umbrella.
"I knew you wouldn't bring an umbrella today, so I came specially to pick you up after school!" Xiao Yang replied shyly with a smile, tilting the umbrella toward him.
"You came all this way just to pick me up? I'm so touched! How do you want me to repay you?" Tang Hui asked playfully, reaching out to take the umbrella handle from her and trying to take on the responsibility of holding it. But Xiao Yang stubbornly resisted, refusing to hand over the handle. Instead, she pulled out a bottle of green tea from her bag. "After such a long class, drink some green tea to cool down!" With that, she flashed him a bright smile and tossed him the bottle of green tea. However, Tang Hui failed to catch it; he only heard a thud as it fell to the ground and rolled away.
"You—" Xiao Yang looked at him in surprise, bursting into laughter with her eyes wide open as her smile froze on her face. "Your hand—"
"My hand is perfectly fine! Thank you for the green tea!" Tang Hui quickly interjected, bending down awkwardly to pick up the fallen bottle. He tossed it in the air a few times with one hand to prove that his hand was indeed unharmed.
"No, I mean your left hand," Xiao Yang suddenly became agitated. "You need to open the cap with your left hand right now."
"Ah—" Tang Hui looked at her hesitantly, his expression troubled. Not wanting her to feel guilty, he dismissed her concern. "I’m not thirsty right now; just thanks for the green tea."
"No! I have to see you open that cap with my own eyes! Even if I have to drink it myself!" Xiao Yang insisted.
Under her insistence, Tang Hui had no choice but to hold the green tea bottle against his chest, using his left wrist to firmly press down on the bottle while he used his right hand to twist off the cap. After much effort, he finally managed to open it.
"This cap is quite tight," Tang Hui said with a shy smile as he handed the green tea to her.
Xiao Yang looked at him, her eyes glistening, her expression so stiff it seemed like it would shatter with a single touch. She trembled as she took the green tea, sobbing, "Why... why did you lie to me? Your left hand is like this because of me... because of my relationship with you." After finishing her words, she sadly threw the green tea and her umbrella far away, covering her tear-streaked face, and ran off in distress.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed as a fierce wind picked up, and the rain poured down harder. Tang Hui watched as Xiao Yang's figure gradually disappeared into the misty rain, feeling anxious inside like a candle flickering in the wind, clearly wavering.
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