After being reborn, I gained a childhood sweetheart who appeared out of nowhere.

During the afternoon break from military training, Lin Chuan and a few others, each carrying a bag of ice cream, walked back to their respective classes and distributed them to each classmate in turn.

"Thank you, class monitor!"

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, class monitor."

"Hello, class monitor."

Each student who received an ice cream from Lin Chuan said something.

"Don't thank me, it was all Instructor Liu's treat," Lin Chuan said.

"Isn't this shady spot and ice cream only possible because you led your team to victory against Class 3?" Zhao Jiajia said with a smile from the side.

"Yeah, yeah!" the other students shouted in unison, "Long live the class monitor!"

While the students in Class 5 were eating ice cream, they didn't forget to show off to the students in the next class. The students in Class 3 looked at the noisy scene and their eyes turned red in every sense of the word.

After Lin Chuan handed out ice cream to the other students, he took two ice creams last, walked over to Chen Xiyu, and handed one to her, saying, "Yours."

Chen Xiyu smiled and readily accepted the strawberry-flavored ice cream, because she usually only eats two flavors of ice cream: vanilla and strawberry.

She sat on the curb, eating ice cream and rubbing her calves. "Why are you standing like that? Aren't your legs sore?"

"It's alright," Lin Chuan said.

"I'm not feeling well, my feet are so sore and hurt." Chen Xiyu pursed her lips. To be honest, the military training shoes issued by the school were of mediocre quality. They had been standing all day, and their feet were sore.

"Squad leader, my legs are sore too," Wang Xu said.

"Me too," Zhao Jiajia chimed in.

"Me too……"

Lin Chuan glanced at the group and said, "If your feet are sore, rub them yourself. Why are you telling me? I'm not a technician. If you can't get them, just buy some insoles."

"I heard that when your feet get sore during military training, you use those kinds of things to cushion them," Zhao Jiajia said in a lower voice.

"What is it?" Wang Xu asked curiously.

Zhao Jiajia glanced at him, beckoned him over, and Wang Xu leaned closer. She then whispered a word. After hearing it, Wang Xu was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Is this thing really okay?" he asked.

"That stuff isn't very effective," Lin Chuan said.

"Old Lin, do you know what she said?" Wang Xu asked.

"Sanitary napkins, right?" Lin Chuan asked Zhao Jiajia without batting an eye. "Have you ever read in novels that students use girls' sanitary napkins as footrests during military training?"

Zhao Jiajia was taken aback. "Class monitor, how did you know?"

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Some students do use these as insoles during military training, but it's usually just for convenience. In fact, sanitary napkins are definitely not as effective as insoles. They're too soft and easily deform, and they're also more expensive. If you really want to recommend something, you might as well buy some disposable insoles, which are more affordable and practical."

Zhao Jiajia gave a thumbs up, "Professional!"

"How do you know all this?" Wang Xu asked, somewhat surprised.

"Because I love reading," Lin Chuan said.

"Huh?" Wang Xu looked completely bewildered, his expression clearly saying, "Who are you?"

"If you guys really find the military training shoes uncomfortable, why don't you buy a few pairs of disposable insoles? They're pretty cheap at wholesale department stores," Lin Chuan said. "Anyway, they're definitely cheaper and better than sanitary napkins. I think there's a wholesale market near the station in front of our school."

"Isn't it unrealistic to just buy a few pairs of disposable insoles from a wholesale store?" Zhao Jiajia suddenly said.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, "That's true, or you guys could chip in and buy it together."

"Then I'll leave this to the class monitor," Zhao Jiajia said.

"Oh, so you want me to do the purchasing for you?"

Zhao Jiajia said, "You're the class monitor, aren't you?"

"Yes, you are the class monitor." Wang Xu's address changed from "Old Lin" to "class monitor."

"Alright, since you two are so enthusiastic, help me count the boys and girls, and then send me the numbers tonight," Lin Chuan said.

The group of people got together and settled the matter in a few words. Zhao Jiajia contacted the girls, Wang Xu helped to find out who the boys needed, and finally gave Lin Chuan a number, which he considered as doing a service for the class.

The afternoon training session ended at 5:30.

After dinner, Lin Chuan declined their suggestion to go for a walk on the playground and basketball court.

"What are you going to do next?" Wang Xu asked.

"Contact the shops in advance, otherwise they'll all be closed by the time military training is over," Lin Chuan said.

"So you're going to leave the school?" Wang Xu said. "Even if it's just one stop away, it'll take quite a long time to go back and forth, waiting for the bus and all that. What if I miss military training?"

Lin Chuan said, "I didn't say I was going to find shops offline."

"So how will you contact me?"

"I'm looking for a solution." Lin Chuan didn't explain further, waved his hand, and turned to walk in another direction.

After walking for a while, he noticed someone following him. He turned around and asked curiously, "Miss Chen, aren't you going to the playground to watch others play basketball?"

"I'm not really interested in playing basketball," Chen Xiyu said.

Lin Chuan simply said "oh" and didn't say anything else, letting her follow him.

The two walked for a while, and Lin Chuan said he would try to find a way. They arrived at the school's convenience store, where many students were coming and going, some buying water and others buying snacks.

"Do you want to buy food?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"No, contact the wholesaler."

Chen Xiyu thought for a moment, then said "Oh," and added, "You mean you think the shopkeeper might have the shop's contact information because the convenience store also sells stationery?"

"Wow? Miss Chen is amazing," Lin Chuan chuckled. "You guessed it all?"

"Nonsense, I'm very smart." Chen Xiyu smiled slightly smugly.

"Really? How are your studies going?"

"Great."

"But you're such a good student, why are you in the same class as me? And a regular class at that?" Lin Chuan asked.

Logically speaking, the top three classes at the No. 1 Middle School are the real elite classes, especially Class 1, which consists of students who ranked in the top few dozen in their grade when they entered the school. Excluding the top three classes, the remaining classes are all about the same.

"This...it's best left unsaid, best left unsaid," Chen Xiyu said mysteriously.

Lin Chuan grinned, but didn't go straight over. Instead, he waited until there weren't many customers in the shop, then told Chen Xiyu, "Wait here for me," and went inside by himself.

The shop owner was a man in his forties. Lin Chuan walked over and started chatting with him.

Chen Xiyu was far away and couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but she could see that Lin Chuan, while talking, actually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to the boss, and even skillfully lit it for him.

After a while, Lin Chuan smiled and nodded at the boss before walking out.

He waved his old-fashioned phone. "Got the number."

Chen Xiyu glanced at her phone, then at his pocket. "You smoke?"

Lin Chuan was taken aback. He took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and found it was empty. "I don't smoke. I just borrowed one from a boy in my class. After all, it's easier to ask an adult male for information when you have a cigarette."

Chen Xiyu said "Oh," glanced at him, and said, "You seem a bit mature."

Lin Chuan thought to himself that he was far too familiar with these fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, but he still smiled and said, "I should remind you that I'm only fifteen this year."

"I'm just complimenting you," Chen Xiyu said.

"Could you use a different adjective?"

"Mature isn't good, steady? Experienced? Social..." Chen Xiyu showed him her vocabulary.

"Alright, alright, you're getting more and more exaggerated. Just be mature now," Lin Chuan interrupted her.

"whee."