funny and emotional short story
“Hello, classmate. My name is Zeng Hui. You can call me Huihui. I’m from English Class Three. What department are you from?” I was still thinking about how to perform well in the upcoming interview when the empty seat next to me was occupied by someone who greeted me.
If it weren’t for the voice, I wouldn’t have known if this person was a boy or a girl. They had the signs of having endured military training, with a tanned face and short hair. Their physique, at a glance, must have weighed over 130 pounds – a chubby girl. After getting to know her, I often joked about my first impression of her.
Huihui and I joined the literature club. The person interviewing us was a senior named Li Muzi, who had a scholarly aura, dressed in a shirt and with a gentle demeanor. Later, Huihui told me that she fell for Senior Muzi at first sight, and she switched her idol from Li Yifeng to Senior Muzi. I was amused, seeing her always cheerful and prone to love at first sight.
When it was Huihui’s turn, she confidently walked to the podium and introduced herself loudly, “Hello everyone, my name is Zeng Hui, you can call me Huihui. I’m from English Class Three…” Listening to her fluent self-introduction, I thought she wasn’t nervous at all. Her eyes were fixed on Senior Muzi, ignoring everyone else. Later, she admitted that her palms were sweating because she was standing in front of her crush.
Senior Muzi glanced at the registration form and then asked Huihui what her favorite poem was.
She immediately responded with:
“Who holds my hand, subduing my half-life madness;
Who kisses my eyes, covering my half-life wandering;
Who strokes my face, comforting my half-life sorrow;
Who carries my heart, melting my half-life frost;
Who supports my shoulder, driving away my lifetime solitude;
Who calls my heart, shielding my lifelong suffering.”
Huihui stood on stage, waving her hands and reciting the poem with deep emotion, dragging out her words. Everyone laughed uproariously, even Senior Muzi smiled. Perhaps it was Huihui’s natural humor and the incongruity of her image with her poetic recital. It didn’t matter; getting a smile from her crush was worth it.
This made everyone remember Huihui. Unsurprisingly, Senior Muzi accepted her into the club. In the club, Huihui was the most diligent and enthusiastic person, especially towards Senior Muzi.
At meetings, “Senior Muzi, I’ll distribute the materials.”
After meetings, “Senior Muzi, I’ll wipe the blackboard.”
During gatherings, “Senior Muzi, you must be thirsty, let me get you some water.”
Senior Muzi always maintained a high and mighty attitude, responding with a faint smile and a thank you.
When facing someone you like, you are always full of enthusiasm, never feeling tired.
Huihui was a natural foodie. Her social media posts were either grand meals or street snacks. I feared she would recite poems like this:
“In the Northern Sea, there is a fish called Kun. The Kun is so big, one pot can’t hold it. It transforms into a bird called Peng. The Peng is so large, it needs two grills, one for special seasoning, one for mild spicy.”
Once, when we went to eat near the school, she said she wanted to try all the food at the school canteen and the nearby restaurants. I gave her a thumbs up, admiring her determination.
Soon, the club’s first activity arrived: camping on the mountain. Huihui enthusiastically agreed, seizing the chance to interact with Senior Muzi. We all geared up and set off with our backpacks. As we walked, Huihui fell behind, panting heavily. We all stopped, and I took her backpack. “Goodness, what did you pack? It’s so heavy.”
“I just brought a bit more snacks,” she said, wide-eyed and innocent, looking at everyone. We were all won over by her.
After resting, we got ready to move again, but Huihui still didn’t want to move. “You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up later.” Senior Muzi didn’t say anything, just handed Huihui’s bag to another boy and then pulled her up himself. “I won’t leave anyone behind. I’ll drag you if I have to.” A warm feeling spread from her hand. I thought, this girl might be shouting, “Senior Muzi, I promise to lose weight when we get back.” But inside, she was overjoyed.
After settling down, we formed a circle to play the childish game of truth or dare. When Senior Muzi lost and chose truth, Huihui quickly asked him what kind of girl he liked. He seriously replied, “I like girls with long hair, beautiful eyes, a quiet personality, a lovely smile, and good grades…” I don’t remember what else he said because I was watching Huihui. She was laughing, loudly and heartily.
We all knew he was talking about the president of the photography club, who was recognized as a goddess and a top student. But she already had a boyfriend. Yes, Senior Muzi liked her but never admitted it publicly.
Huihui had always been confident and brave. When someone mocked her for being fat, she would always respond, “There are benefits to being chubby. I’m proud to be fat. So what?” But at that moment, she hated being fat, unable to say anything.
We used to deceive ourselves, believing that unproven rumors were just rumors. And those idols we held in our hearts, when talking about others, could also be humble and show sadness in their eyes.
That night, Huihui cried under her blanket in the tent all night long, and I stayed awake all night too.
After returning, Huihui told me she wanted to either be a happy chubby girl or lose weight and become beautiful no matter what. She had been chubby for many years and wanted to be slim for once.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
