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"Teacher Xue, our class's performance has already ended, and we need to rent some costumes for rehearsal. We'd like to put on a leave slip and go out now."

In the classroom office, Lin Chuan spoke to Xue Ren, who was sitting at the desk.

"How many people?" Xue Ren asked.

"There are four of us: me, the arts and literature committee member Zhao Jiajia, Wang Xu, and Chen Xiyu," Lin Chuan said.

"So many people are renting clothes?" Xue Ren looked up at him.

"It's easier to get things done when there are more people around," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

Xue Ren glanced at him. How could he not know what the student was thinking? But he still pulled a notebook out of his drawer. After all, he had done a good job as class monitor, and he wouldn't expose this little bit of willfulness.

He skillfully wrote down several names on it, tore it off, and handed it to Lin Chuan.

"Go early and come back early," he said.

"Yes, thank you, teacher."

Outside the office, Zhao Jiajia and the others were already waiting. When they saw Lin Chuan come out, Wang Xu went over to him.

"Old Lin, what did you say? Did Old Xue approve the leave?"

Lin Chuan waved the leave slip in his hand, which had the names of four people written on it.

"Yay! We can go out of school to play!" Wang Xu said happily.

"Old Xue is still inside. Shout louder, and he might come back and take the leave slip," Lin Chuan said.

Wang Xu immediately covered his mouth with both hands and then gave an awkward laugh.

Because they had been delayed for quite some time, the evening study bell rang just as Lin Chuan walked out of the No. 1 Middle School. The three of them arrived at the bus stop, which was usually bustling, but now only the four of them were there.

After waiting for a while, the bus arrived. The carriage was empty, and Lin Chuan and his friends sat down in the back.

A dozen minutes later, Lin Chuan and his group got off at a bus stop in the city.

Chen Xiyu and Zhao Jiajia walked ahead, chatting and laughing, their laughter punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Wang Xu followed behind, occasionally eavesdropping on what Zhao Jiajia was saying.

Lin Chuan walked on, falling behind. His gaze wandered around the brightly lit street. Pedestrians and vendors lined both sides of the street, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

On any given day, this should be evening study time, but he is taking a walk outside the school.

Unlike taking a walk outside on weekend evenings, he always had a strange feeling, as if he had broken away from some kind of orderly life, and this feeling was inexplicably good.

"Isn't it interesting?" Chen Xiyu had appeared beside him at some point and then said to him.

"What's interesting?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Are you thinking that being able to walk outside the school during class time is like your life trajectory has changed?" Chen Xiyu seemed to read his mind.

"So you found out?"

"Hehe, I knew it," Chen Xiyu said with a smile, her hands behind her back and her steps light.

Sometimes, Lin Chuan felt that Chen Xiyu was a bit naive, or childish, but other times he felt that she was quite mature. Perhaps that's just how people are; no one only has one side.

The group drove around the city for a while before finally stopping in front of a university gate. Lin Chuan then turned around and called out to the group, "We're here, let's go in."

"Class monitor, aren't we supposed to be renting clothes? What are we doing at university?" Zhao Jiajia asked.

"There are theaters on campus; we can just rent one there," Lin Chuan said.

How did you know?

"Ask the senior students in the student council," Lin Chuan said.

"Can you just walk into that university?" Wang Xu asked curiously, looking at the security guard at the entrance.

"Sure, most universities accept applications, but some require prior application. This one doesn't," Lin Chuan said. He would definitely ask about such a simple thing before coming.

He walked over and greeted the security guard at the entrance, then turned and waved to the three of them.

The three of them walked over and went straight inside. They were going to a local public university. The admission score was only slightly above the second-tier level each year, and there were also many third-tier majors. It wasn't considered a very good school, but the campus was quite large.

Wang Xu and Zhao Jiajia looked around as soon as they came in.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Chuan asked, noticing his deskmate's expression.

"This is a university! I've never been here before, it feels so new," Wang Xu said.

"Once you get accepted, you can look at it every day," Lin Chuan said. "Of course, if you don't work hard, you might actually end up in this university."

For students from the No. 1 High School in the city, going to a third-tier university after graduation is indeed the result of "not working hard".

Wang Xu then gave an awkward laugh. "Old Lin, if the students at this school heard you say that, wouldn't you get beaten up?"

"It's okay, I can run fast."

Lin Chuan asked a few people at school and quickly found the theater troupe. He went over and told the owner in charge his purpose.

The boss led a few people into a spacious living room, where rows of clothes, from formal wear to dresses, were hung all around, and even the walls were covered with clothes.

"Take a look and see which style you need," the boss said smoothly.

"Let's each take a look around," Lin Chuan suggested, and the group split up.

He wandered aimlessly among the rows of clothes.

Although it was a class event, it was most important to have Zhao Jiajia's opinion on what clothes to choose.

Lin Chuan's role was essentially that of a "team leader," since once they left school, his position as class monitor was equivalent to that of a team leader.

Looking at the rows of clothes on the shelf, he saw a few little dresses and suddenly remembered when he was in college. The first time he gave a speech, he also rented the clothes from the school theater. At that time, the clothes did not fit well and the cuffs were half too short.

"Hey!" someone suddenly shouted.

Lin Chuan's clothes were pulled open, and Chen Xiyu peeked out from behind them, her dazed thoughts interrupted, and she froze for a moment.

"Haha, were you scared?" Chen Xiyu said with a laugh.

"You're being a bit naive, classmate," Lin Chuan said.

"oh."

Lin Chuan's gaze fell on what was behind Chen Xiyu, and he looked surprised. "Your friend?"

"What, are you trying to lie to me too?" Chen Xiyu said with certainty.

"No, there are people behind you," Lin Chuan continued.

"Tch, that's so fake." Chen Xiyu had barely finished speaking when someone patted her on the shoulder.

In that instant, she was startled and let out a cry, quickly hiding behind Lin Chuan.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?" The person who came in asked, looking at Chen Xiyu who was startled.

"It's okay, she's just like that, easily startled," Lin Chuan said to Zhao Jiajia and Wang Xu.

Chen Xiyu recognized the person as Zhao Jiajia. She frowned at Lin Chuan and said, "It's all your fault for talking nonsense!"

Lin Chuan shrugged. "I'm not lying to you, there really are people there."

"Why don't you just say it's Jiajia?" Chen Xiyu asked.

Lin Chuan coughed lightly and turned to look at Zhao Jiajia and Wang Xu. "Have you found your clothes? Go over there to pay, and then you can go back."

"Found it." Zhao Jiajia held up the clothes in her hand. It was a retro-style school uniform, light blue in color.

Lin Chuan took the clothes to the theater owner, paid for them, filled out the receipt, and then walked out of the theater and out of the university, heading towards the bus stop.

On the way, Chen Xiyu was still upset about how Lin Chuan had deliberately scared her earlier, and she kept nagging about it. Lin Chuan, who was beside her, said that he had already asked if she was his friend. Upon hearing this, Chen Xiyu got angry and smacked him on the shoulder.