Zhao Meimei, feeling dizzy and disoriented, couldn't follow what Shi Yang was saying at all. She just felt that Shi Yang's last movement suddenly became intense, and when he finally relaxed, something damp at the corner of his eye slid down with his slumping body, landing right in Zhao Meimei's eyes, blurring her vision instantly...
After Shi Yang and Zhao Dazhuang returned from their hometown, Zhao Meimei began to seriously prepare for the last finals of her sophomore year.
The foreign teacher assigned to Zhao Meimei's class was a young American man. After entering the classroom, he never spoke a word of Chinese. He spoke very fast and had a humorous way of talking.
In class, the foreign teacher told a funny story that happened in his own family. Zhao Meimei was laughing so hard that she held her stomach, while Peng Hui looked confused and tugged on Zhao Meimei's arm, "Is it really that funny? Did I not understand what he meant, or is my sense of humor too high?"
