Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 106

Han Chuan provided insight, “Our teachers are generally good, especially our class teacher. She’s well-liked by the students in our grade. She’s approachable and teaches effectively. But there’s one condition: you have to be diligent. If anyone misbehaves, fails to complete assignments, arrives late, or leaves early, she’ll make them stand at the podium and sing nursery rhymes.”

Amused, Song Miaomiao questioned, “Sing nursery rhymes?”

Han Chuan scratched his head in embarrassment. “Yes, I’ve had to do it once.”

Intrigued, Song Miaomiao asked, “What did you sing?”

Han Chuan chuckled, “Two Tigers.”

Song Miaomiao teased, “Do you really like that song, or do you just have a soft spot for tigers?”

Han Chuan explained, “It was ordered by the head teacher.”

Song Miaomiao blinked in surprise, “You mean you have to sing on demand?”

Han Chuan nodded, saying, “Yes. During the class meeting in the afternoon, anyone who makes a mistake stands on the podium, and the head teacher randomly selects a nursery rhyme. She records it, and if we repeat the mistake, she sends the video of us singing to our parents. It’s humiliating.”

Amused, Song Miaomiao remarked, “That’s quite the trick. No one would dare to be late casually.”

Han Chuan sighed, “We’re not kids anymore. It’s embarrassing to sing a nursery rhyme in front of our classmates, let alone have our parents see it. And she doesn’t allow laughter. If someone laughs, she makes us start over until she’s satisfied.”

Curious, Song Miaomiao asked, “How many times have you sung it?”

Han Chuan raised three fingers and said, “Three times.”

Surprised, Song Miaomiao exclaimed, “That many?”

Han Chuan nodded solemnly. “Some have sung even more. Once, the sports committee member of our class played table tennis during recess and was two minutes late. The class teacher punished him by making him sing ‘Don’t Look, I’m Just a Sheep’ thirteen times.”

‘Don’t Look, I’m Just a Sheep’?

Song Miaomiao couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of singing nursery rhymes like Pleasant Sheep, Beautiful Sheep, Lazy Sheep. It was too comical, and she knew she would struggle not to burst into laughter if she had to sing it in front of the class.

Curious, she asked, “What happens if the parents still don’t address the issue even after receiving the video?”

Han Chuan explained, “Then the punishment escalates to singing during the morning break after the third class. While other students are running on the football field track, the latecomers have to sing nursery rhymes, all under the watchful eye of our class teacher.”

Impressed by the effectiveness of the punishment, Song Miaomiao chuckled, “That’s quite clever. Has anyone been through it before?”

Han Chuan revealed, “Only one classmate has. He used to be frequently late until he faced the consequences. After that, everyone became punctual, even for P.E. class. Now, the mobile red flag hardly ever lands in our class.”

As they conversed, other students began to flick into the classroom. Song Miaomiao’s brother and Tang Xin entered, engaged in a lively conversation.

Song Miaomiao silently commended her brother’s adaptability. Initially concerned about his adjustment to human interaction after spending a long time in the demon world, or perhaps the difference in status between him and Tang Xin hindering their communication, she realized she had been worrying for nothing.

As her brother and Tang Xin neared the last row of seats, Tang Xin said with a smile, “So you’re a fan too? I used to have it a lot in the countryside when I was younger. My grandma and uncle made it for me every winter. It was delicious.”

Shanmao replied, “It’s my favorite. Do you enjoy smoked food as well?”

Tang Xin nodded eagerly, “Absolutely.”

Shanmao continued to say, “In addition to the smoked ones, the braised, fried, and grilled ones are all delicious.”

Tang Xin couldn’t help but swallow. “Really? I really want to eat it. Since I was a child, except for my grandma and my uncle, I couldn’t find anything as good as this. We are so destined.”

Han Chuan couldn’t help but ask, “Tang Xin, what are you talking about?”

Tang Xin said, “Rat meat. Every winter when I was a child, I would go to catch voles with my uncle in my hometown. This kind of mountain mouse is very fat.”

Han Chuan got goosebumps all over. “…”

Song Miaomiao: Hahaha, I knew it.

Tang Xin continued, “Han Chuan, what’s with the expression? These mice hide in the fields and dig holes in the ground to eat crops. They are not dirty. There is even a saying that ‘Eat one mouse, instead of three chickens’. Voles are very delicious, you missed it. It’s a pity that this is the most delicious in the world. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.”

Song Miaomiao sneered in her heart, “Han Chuan, still getting goosebumps! Who fed me rat meat a while ago?”

Shanmao excitedly said, “If you want to eat it, I will bring you a piece of mouse meat tomorrow. Braised mouse or barbecued mouse, which one do you like? Don’t worry, the mice I catch absolutely do not have any bacteria.”

Tang Xin replied, “Why the multiple-choice questions? I want them all.”

Shanmao said, “Coincidentally, my specialty is a field mouse feast. I can make nine kinds of dishes.”

The two hit it off immediately. They found a notebook, sat in another row, wrote a menu, and arranged the dishes for the next week without repeating any.

Han Chuan looked at Song Miaomiao and asked, “Miaomiao, do you like eating mice as much as your brother?”

Song Miaomiao said with a half-smile, “What if I do?”

Han Chuan said through gritted teeth, “To be honest, I think rat meat sounds delicious. If you really like it, we can try it next time.”

This was really giving up life to accompany a gentleman. 

Seeing him gritting his teeth, Song Miaomiao smiled and said, “I don’t like it, but someone forced me to eat it before. Well, it’s not forced. Anyway, that person happily gave the mouse to me and let me eat it.”

Han Chuan clicked his tongue, “Is there anyone else who dares to treat you like this?”

Song Miaomiao nodded, “Yes.”

Han Chuan asked, “Who is that person?”

Far in the sky, close in sight. It’s you!

Song Miaomiao saw that he was so serious that he was even willing to try eating rat meat for her. She was quite touched, so she stopped teasing him. “Forget it, it doesn’t matter. I understand. He just thought I liked it very much.”

Han Chuan inquired, “Oh, is it that delicious?”

Song Miaomiao said weakly, “Actually, I have eaten my brother’s cooking, and the taste is not bad.”