Dai Huang Bo... | Zhen Shi Xiao Xue Yu Wen Lao Shi- Qian Le Wang

Weeks passed. The trio became inseparable, known as the “Three Amigos of Chaos.” They hid chalk, drew mustaches on historical figures in textbooks, and once replaced Teacher Li’s lecture notes with a comic strip about a heroic eraser.

One rainy afternoon, Teacher Li kept them after class. “You three think Chinese class is useless,” he said calmly. “So here’s a deal: skip the final exam. Instead, create a project. Anything. But it must use all the Chinese you’ve learned.” Weeks passed

Wang Dai, who spoke in a whisper so soft it sounded like wind through grass, turned in a blank page. When asked why, he said, “My dream is a secret. If I write it down, it won’t come true.” Teacher Li rubbed his temples. “You three think Chinese class is useless,” he

Teacher Li clapped until his hands hurt. He gave them an A+, and a note: “You turned chaos into poetry. That is the highest form of Chinese.” Anything

Teacher Li smiled. “Because, Huang Bo, every great story needs a little trouble. And every great teacher knows: the wildest students often have the wildest hearts.”

That night, Huang Bo stayed behind to clean up. “Teacher Li,” he said, “can I ask something? Why do you put up with us?”