46: Chapter 46 Paper scraps falling like snowflakes, a symbol of youth turning to gray.

Evening.

The atmosphere in the classroom was restless; there was absolutely no mood for studying.

Halfway through the first evening self-study session, someone suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the very last day. We are about to be liberated. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Tearing up books! We have a break tomorrow and the College Entrance Exam the day after. Tonight, I'm going to tear up this pile of books that have tortured me for three years. I'll tear them into shreds and throw them away to my heart's content."

"Brother Qiang, if you tear them up now, what if you don't do well and have to repeat the year?"

"Repeat my ass. I don't want to go to this shitty school for one more day. Whatever happens, happens. Even if I only get into a vocational college, I'll accept it."

Shen Weiyue turned his head to look. The one speaking was that idiot Zhou Qiang.

This guy couldn't hold back anymore and started tearing up his books, making the restlessness in the classroom even more intense.

Anyone who has been to high school knows that almost every school has the tradition of tearing up books.

On the last day of class, high school seniors would run into the hallway during evening self-study to shout, and they would also tear up piles of books and test papers, scattering the shreds everywhere.

It was a silent tacit understanding, and even more so, a long-pent-up release.

With Zhou Qiang leading the way, a few other jerks in Class 6 couldn't hold back either.

Once they started, it was like throwing a spark into the wilderness; it instantly ignited the entire classroom, followed by an explosion.

"Ah!!!!"

A scream pierced the night sky, and the school suddenly went quiet.

But for only a moment; soon, shouts rose one after another, each louder than the last. All the classrooms for the seniors started yelling:

"Finally, we're going to be liberated."

"College Entrance Exam, screw you!"

"I've had enough of studying. Let's just get the exam over with."

The shouting was normal at first, until a scolding voice was heard: "Who is throwing books? Which class is that!"

That was it.

Like a call for the opening of a grand ball, all the seniors ran out of their classrooms simultaneously, flooding into the hallways. It was a sea of people, noisy and seething.

Shen Weiyue clearly saw people on the sixth floor of the opposite teaching building throwing test papers down. The rustling sounds rose one after another, and the sky was filled with flying shreds of paper.

Ning Xi leaned over the railing, craning her neck excitedly, her little butt wiggling with thrill: "Wow, Qingyan, Master Shen, look at all these paper scraps. Doesn't it look like it's snowing?"

Zhao Qingyan was a head taller than her, so she could naturally see it all clearly.

However, Ling Shan was a place where one never saw snow. Even if it did snow, it was just sleet that couldn't accumulate. Snowball fights were just stories from TV and books.

So she didn't feel much about this description.

Shen Weiyue met Ning Xi's longing gaze and nodded, saying: "It does. This sky full of paper scraps is like snow; if you look closely, it is all the youth that has grayed our hair."

Upon hearing this, Ning Xi's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: "How are you so talented? That's such an apt description. That sentence is so well put; I have to write it down."

She turned and ran into the classroom to record it. Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but nod in approval: "Shen Weiyue, you donkey, you really have a way of tricking little girls."

"Hey, hey, hey, how is that tricking them? I was just expressing my feelings. We may be close, but if you spout nonsense, I'll sue you for slander!"

Shen Weiyue met her scrutinizing gaze, expressing his inability to understand her train of thought. He pointed to the night sky and asked: "Fox, looking at this scene, do you not have any feelings at all?"

"What kind of feelings should I have? It's just a childish and boring trick. It just makes it hard for the people who have to clean the school tomorrow. Besides, when I go to the North, there will be heavy snow every year. Why would I need to look at this?"

Zhao Qingyan crossed her arms, her words filled with disinterest.

"You are such a boring person, such a killjoy. You look so beautiful, but you don't understand romance at all. It's a waste of your beauty. Be careful, or you'll never get married and will be lonely for the rest of your life." Shen Weiyue was speechless.

"That's none of your business. I didn't want to get married in the first place. Why would I need to understand anyone else's romance?" Zhao Qingyan said disdainfully.

"What marriage? What romance?" Ning Xi asked, confused, as soon as she returned and heard the keywords. "Master Shen, what are you and Qingyan talking about?"

"I was saying that Zhao the Fox doesn't understand romance and has absolutely no romantic genes," Shen Weiyue replied.

"Heh, you understand romance, you're romantic, and you're as flashy as Cultural Reference. Why don't you recite a poem and show off?" Zhao Qingyan retorted. She was talking a bit more than usual tonight.

Just as they were speaking, many shredded paper scraps happened to fall from the floor above, covering the fox's head. A flash of inspiration struck Shen Weiyue, and he smiled:

"Hey, don't say that. Actually, don't say anything; I really did think of a line."

"What?"

"If we are drenched in snow together today, this life can be considered growing old together."

"???"

Zhao Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by a bullet. Many snowflakes flew into her cold eyes, causing her gaze to ripple and melt; it was visibly chaotic.

This was not a good sign. She didn't like this feeling, so she snorted, looked away, and stopped speaking.

The other person struck was the little goody-two-shoes Ning Xi. She savored the words blankly for a long time, and only after a while did she come back to her senses, still wanting more:

"Are there any more? This line of poetry is really good."

"Let me think. There's another line: 'When shall I lean on my staff to watch the southern snow with you, and I and the plum blossoms both grow white-haired?' How about that?"

"It's good, but not as apt as the previous one. I like the previous one better."

Ning Xi ran back to the classroom to record it without a word, busy as a little bee.

Zhao Qingyan watched her back, silently reciting that line in her heart. She racked her brains but couldn't recall any ancient person having written it, so she asked: "Who wrote that first line?"

Shen Weiyue thought carefully. This was written by netizens of a later era, not by the ancients. He hesitated for a moment, then blinked shyly:

"I wrote it."

"You?"

Zhao the Fox widened her eyes in surprise, her gaze unreadable.

"Yeah."

Director Shen didn't want to get tangled up in this sentence. Fortunately, Zhao the Fox got her answer and didn't continue to press him.

He let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he was just borrowing it; that doesn't count as stealing, right?

At most, it counts as pilfering. Pilfering isn't stealing. Can the affairs of a scholar be called stealing?

Shen Weiyue's thoughts were in turmoil. Watching the paper flying in the sky and listening to the noisy howling, he felt as if it were the curtain call of one era and the opening of another.

Just like his inexplicable reborn life, which was about to begin from the College Entrance Exam.

The chaotic farce lasted for a long time. Once everyone had vented enough, the teachers of each class began to herd everyone back to the classrooms.

Han Changming didn't say much; everything that needed to be instructed had already been said.

He stayed in the classroom with everyone until the very last moment. When the bell for the end of class rang, he stood up with moist eyes and said: "Students, class is dismissed!"

"This lesson of high school is officially over."

"Go now, do your best on the exam. I look forward to your good news."

"Teacher Han, goodbye!"

Everyone cheered and waved, calling out to friends as they walked out of the classroom.

Shen Weiyue was about to leave when he heard Zhao Qingyan call out from behind: "Shen Weiyue, I haven't written in your yearbook yet."

"Ah, damn, I was so flustered I forgot. Hurry up, hurry up and write something for me." He waved at Ye Lingtao, "Taozi, you go first, don't wait for me."

Ye Lingtao raised his middle finger and disappeared in an instant.

The large classroom was left with only Shen Weiyue and Zhao Qingyan. Zhao Qingyan contemplated the blank yearbook, while Shen Weiyue waited quietly, not daring to rush her.

A few minutes later, she finally began to write. She used her hand to cover what she was writing, and after she finished, she closed it and shoved it directly into Shen Weiyue's schoolbag.