But as the sports committee member of Class 8, he seems to be the most suitable candidate.
Many people came to sign up, and it took him half a class period to finish writing everything down before the class was over.
After checking the list, he stretched and suddenly felt a little tired. Coupled with staying up all night at the internet cafe until after 1 a.m., drowsiness suddenly crept over him.
Just as he was about to tidy up his desk and go to sleep, he saw Shen Moyu standing by his desk.
Su Jinning rubbed her eyes and looked at him: "What? You want to sign up too?" As she spoke, she reached for a pen.
"No. Just write the list down and give it to me. The teacher asked me to deliver it to the office," Shen Moyu said.
Su Jinning was so sleepy that she yawned and handed it to him, saying, "Take it, take it, I'm so sleepy."
Shen Moyu glanced at him, put the list away and prepared to place it in a file folder, when she immediately noticed the typos on the list.
"Su Jinning, are you calcium deficient in the brain?" Shen Moyu looked at him with disgust.
Su Jinning looked up, and after a moment of reaction, said unhappily, "Are you sick in the head? Why are you cursing at me?"
Seeing his imposing manner, Shen Moyu slammed the list onto his desk with a "bang".
Pointing at the misspelled character with an expression of utter disbelief, he asked, "Is this how you write the 'Miao' in Song Wenmiao?"
Su Jinning blinked and looked at it for a while, then crossed her arms with a strange confidence and said, "Song Wenmiao himself told me that it was written this way, how could it be wrong?"
Looking at his self-righteous demeanor, Shen Moyu asked him, "What did he tell you?"
“He just said the character ‘淼’ (miǎo) with three water radicals.” Su Jinning shrugged, looking completely innocent.
Shen Moyu felt as if her brain had short-circuited.
He tried to communicate with Su Jinning, pointing to the question mark on the list and saying, "So you put these three waters side by side?"
Su Jinning rolled her eyes at him and said confidently, "Isn't this just three waters?"
What a clever use of three waters!
Shen Moyu laughed: "The water you wrote is quite infuriating."
He snatched the pen, crossed out the three water radicals, and rewrote "淼" (miao).
"..."
Su Jinning was a little embarrassed: "I don't know how these three waters are arranged."
Shen Moyu wanted to say, "Is this your reason for creating your own characters?"
He swore that even his four-year-old brother back home wasn't as "talented" as him.
Shen Moyu looked at the countless typos on the list and felt a stomachache from anger: "What did you write?"
“Words,” Su Jinning shrugged.
Shen Moyu was like a parent driven crazy by their child's homework. Hoping there was still a chance to salvage the situation, Shen Moyu shoved the pen back into his hand, then took his hand and began to teach him how to write, guiding him step by step.
Shen Moyu pretended not to hear the constant jeers around him, because he was already driven crazy by the brat in front of him.
Shen Moyu held his hand as he wrote the last wrong character, then let out a long sigh: "Did you remember?" He then pointed to the character on the draft paper: "Don't write it wrong again."
Su Jinning scratched her head and said "Oh".
"That top student," Su Jinning looked up at him, "could you please stop holding my hand for a moment?"
Wow!
Shen Moyu then realized what she had just been doing and what the people around her were shouting.
"Holy crap, I have more material to write about!"
"The story of 'holding a feather' is true!"
"No, I want to share it with my sisters!"
"It's so sweet, it's insanely sweet!"
Hold……
"Who shook your hand? Wasn't I teaching you to write?" Shen Moyu's face turned completely red.
Su Jinning found it amusing and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased as she looked at his pale face.
Where did your arrogance go from when you were criticizing me?
Shen Moyu couldn't keep up with his words, so he grabbed the list from the table and ran out.
On the way, Shen Moyu gritted her teeth and opened Su Jinning's private messages on the forum.
Not a Fish: Are you looking for death?
Su Jinning replied within two seconds.
Ning: That's true.
Shen Moyu could even picture him laughing hysterically on the other side of the screen.
He decided to compromise.
Not a fish: Private grudges should be resolved privately.
Ning: What's there to be afraid of? We're all family.
Ning: Holding onto the jade pendant, the eternal god.
"..."
Shen Moyu squeezed her phone. What a family member.
Not a fish: God, you son of a bitch.
He was just about to put his phone away and get away from that idiot when he received another message from him.
Ning: But you had quite a few expressions just now.