I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You (我不喜歡這世界，我只喜歡你) by Qiao Yi (喬一)

F had an amazing voice—very clear enunciation, rare for someone from the south. During monthly exams, teachers would ask him to record the listening sections.

I had an idea.

"When you read the correct answers, just slow down a little, okay?"

"No."

"No one will notice. You don't have to do it for every question, just the hard ones."

"No."

"I promise I'll study hard next time. Just help me this once."

"No."

"You really have the heart to watch me suffer?"

"I'm not helping you cheat."

I was upset. "But my mom said if I don't do well this time, she'll ground me and won't let me go anywhere."

F and I had planned a barbecue trip.

He kept reading his book, acting like he didn't hear me.

But on the day of the test, there he was on the broadcast, reading slowly and seriously—

"C. Show—her—the—way—to—the—hospital—"

Back then there wasn't even a term for people who slap you in the face with their actions.