"I've told you I never played Navigating School Life," I said helplessly. "Why do you keep asking me? Aren't you tired?"
Just then, a boy rapped his knuckles a few times on my desk, making a 'knock knock' sound. He placed a grey case on my desk. "I'm here to collect the school's smart glasses."
This boy is Chow Zi Qian, the vice-monitor of our class. Tall and athletic, he has handsome, sharp eyebrows and distinct, well-defined facial features. He excels in both academics and sports, is considered a model student by the teachers, and is admired by many female students in the school.
Ever since my accident, Zi Qian has shown me a great deal of concern and care. Not only did he frequently visit me in the hospital, but after I was discharged, he even voluntarily took on all the physically demanding tasks for me.
Because Zi Qian often has this somewhat unhappy expression, my impression of him was always that of a serious and aloof person. But recently, I've discovered that he's actually warm-hearted beneath his cold exterior.
The school has a rule: when students return the smart glasses assigned for classroom use, they must write their name and student ID on the daily loan record card attached to the glasses case.
Ming Hua, who had already filled out his card, placed his case into the grey box Zi Qian was holding, then looked at me with disdain as I rummaged through my backpack for a blue pen.
"Every time," Ming Hua sighed, shaking his head. "You use the blue pen and then just leave it anywhere. Lost it again, haven't you?" He directly took the smart glasses case from my desk. "I'll fill out the card for you. What's your student ID? What are the two numbers after 85?"
"8573."
Chow Zi Qian, standing in front of us, actually said my ID number before I could.
I looked at Zi Qian in surprise, wondering how he knew my student ID. Did he memorize the ID numbers of everyone in the class?
Chen Ming Hua, however, didn't find it surprising at all. After putting my glasses case into the grey box for me, he said, "Why are you so surprised? You probably only remember to fill out the card when you return the glasses each time, so the vice-monitor has your number memorized by now."
What followed was a lecture from Ming Hua, who has obsessive-compulsive tendencies: "It's not that I want to nag you, but you really need to fix this bad habit of being so disorganized..."
"...and forgetful. Frequently used stationery like a blue pen should be kept in a fixed spot in your desk or backpack, not just left anywhere. After using it, you must put it back in its place, so you won't be scrambling around looking for it next time..."