The sunflower

100 Push-Ups

100 Push-Ups"

Yan Luo also entered the classroom and walked straight towards Qing Ren, her doll-like face beaming with a smile.

Jiang Shaoqi immediately became serious, staring at Yan Luo without moving a muscle. "Are you serious? If I do it, will you also acknowledge me as your brother?"

"She's my sister. If she's your sister, then naturally I'm your brother," she replied with her signature innocent smile, which always had an irresistible charm.

Jiang Shaoqi propped himself up with both hands, straightened his legs, and classmates in the room joined in to watch, counting neatly. Before long, he was sweating profusely, his face flushed, and his teeth clenched.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

Jiang Shaoqi collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, pointing at Yan Luo with his fingers but too tired to speak.

Qing Ren glanced at Yan Luo: This is bad. Who knows if he can actually do one hundred? What should we do? Do we have to acknowledge this fool as our brother?

Yan Luo signaled Qing Ren to stay calm.

"Well, what do you say? Do I have to call you 'brother' now?" Jiang Shaoqi finally caught his breath. "The whole class witnessed it. You just counted it clearly, exactly one hundred. Don't you dare go back on your word."

"But my sister said, to become her brother, you have to do one hundred push-ups first. But she didn't finish her sentence," Yan Luo continued, "you also have to do one hundred sit-ups."

Yan Luo looked at Qing Ren, both of them struggling to hold back their laughter. The classmates watching whispered and sneered.

"Truly, the heart of a woman is treacherous. I've learned my lesson," Jiang Shaoqi, in front of so many people, was made to do one hundred push-ups by these two, like a performing monkey. He was furious but couldn't do anything to them. From then on, throughout junior high school, Yan Luo and Qing Ren became Jiang Shaoqi's biggest enemies. Jiang Shaoqi tried various ways to retaliate against them. The most serious incident was when he put two cockroaches in Yan Luo's drawer. Yan Luo, furious upon discovery, grabbed a stack of books from Jiang Shaoqi's desk, ready to throw them out into the corridor.

"Yan Luo, are you overreacting? It's just two cockroaches. I don't see you being afraid," Jiang Shaoqi said, eyeing the stack of books in her hands.

"The point is that it's disgusting, okay?" Yan Luo's hands with the stack of books were about to be thrown out.

"Do you dare? There are assignments for the next class in there. I can hardly finish them once. If you lose them, try it," Jiang Shaoqi stared at the books in her hands. Why were girls these days so tough?

"I don't dare?" Yan Luo snorted. Originally, she was going to throw them out into the corridor, but now she couldn't. Since it was homework for the next class... Yan Luo turned and walked to the window of the classroom, reaching her hand out of the window.

The whole class turned to Yan Luo, their eager eyes expecting something. Obviously, today's performance was going to reach its c****x again. Being their audience always liberated them from a day of boring studies.

"No no no, Yan Luo, calm down. Don't... don't throw them downstairs. Calm down," Jiang Shaoqi reached out a hand in a calming gesture. If she let go, the books would scatter like stars.

The audience nervously whispered discussions, almost setting up a betting pool. Would Yan Luo really throw them? The next class was with the math teacher known as the "Roar of the Lion from the East." Not submitting the homework was definitely unforgivable. If Yan Luo threw it, Jiang Shaoqi would undoubtedly be doomed.

Her hand retreated a bit, adjusting her posture because holding it up for so long was a bit tiring. Jiang Shaoqi relaxed, thinking that Yan Luo had changed her mind after all. She must be afraid of playing too hard and facing retaliation in the future. As he thought, a proud smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Jiang Shaoqi, you've messed with the wrong person," Yan Luo, in a victorious posture, tilted her hand slightly, and the books on her hand fell gracefully along a beautiful trajectory, aided by the spring breeze of the coastal city, as if it had rained books.

The smile disappeared from Jiang Shaoqi's face in an instant. In the moment Yan Luo let go, he rushed forward in three steps, but it was too late. His hands reached out of the window, only to grab a handful of air. "Ah!! You! Yan Luo!!!" Jiang Shaoqi clenched his fists over his head, stomping his feet in anger.

Yan Luo glanced at him, a look of "I've already thrown them, deal with it" on her face. Jiang Shaoqi had no time to argue with her, turning around and running out of the classroom. He needed to pick up the books as quickly as possible, as being late meant they might be blown somewhere unknown. As he ran, he lamented, "My math homework, I'm doomed. The book-throwing monster."

The whole class burst into laughter, and Qing Ren laughed so hard she couldn't breathe. "Yan Luo, only you can handle him. Haha, look at him, his face has turned pale."

Naturally, the homework was not found. Jiang Shaoqi was punished by the teacher to stand for the whole class. In the following week, classmates occasionally found Jiang Shaoqi's books in various corners of the school and brought them to him.

In this way, they quarreled and made a fuss throughout junior high school, thinking that they wouldn't meet again, but unexpectedly, they were placed in the same class again in the first year of high school.

Yan Luo turned and walked towards Wei Youjia's seat, more entertaining than fighting against the heavens and the earth was to make trouble for Jiang Shaoqi. "Bro, you're acknowledging another sister again. Is this the 9th or the 10th?" Yan Luo and Wei Youjia blinked at each other. "Welcome to the Jiang Brother Club, new student."

Qing Ren chuckled at the scene. Yan Luo was quite the mischief-maker.

Wei Youjia was still a little shy, but upon hearing Yan Luo's words, her expression changed immediately. She turned around and ignored Jiang Shaoqi.

Jiang Shaoqi wished he could tape Yan Luo's mouth shut and dragged her back to her seat. "Can you pretend you don't know me, please? And you, by her side," he glared at Qing Ren again.

"We've been classmates for four years. How can we pretend not to know each other?" Qing Ren glared back at Jiang Shaoqi.

"Hmph, we know each other, Yan demon, Tang witch!" Jiang Shaoqi rolled his eyes at them separately.

Just then, the homeroom teacher walked in. She looked very young, her high heels making crisp and clear sounds as she walked. She went to the middle of the podium and looked around the classroom. The noisy classroom suddenly quieted down as if someone had pressed the mute button. Jiang Shaoqi found an empty seat and quickly sat down.

"Hello, students. I am your homeroom teacher, Wu Yinglan, and also your math teacher. Today is the first day of school, and it is also the most relaxed and free day of your high school life. Starting tomorrow, you will undergo two weeks of military training, followed by intense study and coursework. Your future depends on the efforts you make today. You have come to this school with a hundred years of history, and you must have your own dreams and goals. Over the next three years, I will work with you to achieve them. I hope each of you graduates with a clear conscience."

The students in the classroom whispered to each other. The teacher's words seemed to bring the pressure of the future, graduation, and college entrance exams closer. Qing Ren nudged Yan Luo with her elbow, whispering softly, "She's so strict. It feels like we won't have a good time in the future."

"Of course, high school life can also be colorful. You can participate in club activities and cultivate interests," Teacher Wu adjusted her glasses and softened her tone slightly. "Let me tell you about today's arrangements. In a moment, two boys will need to go to the first floor to collect the school uniforms and military training uniforms. At 3 o'clock this afternoon, each class will gather in the courtyard on the first floor, arranged by class. Your military training instructors will be waiting for you there. For the next two weeks starting tomorrow, you will be under the care of the instructors. Your campus card can be used in the school cafeteria today. Does anyone have any questions?"

Teacher Wu looked around the classroom, but no one asked any questions. "Alright, see you in two weeks," she said and then walked out of the classroom.