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

"Teacher Xue," Lin Chuan greeted.

Across the corridor was my homeroom teacher, Xue Ren, with a lesson plan in his left hand and a stack of test papers in his right.

"Let's go to the classroom together, it's my first class," Xue Ren said.

"Oh." Lin Chuan followed Xue Ren toward the classroom.

"I sent you the class schedule last night. Find some time to print it out and stick it under the blackboard. Also, there's the duty roster," Xue Ren said.

"I've already printed out the class schedule and the duty roster. Can we start assigning duty students from today?" Lin Chuan waved the two sheets of paper in his hand and handed them over.

This explains why he would appear here during the break after his morning reading session.

Xue Ren took it and glanced at it. The timetable was already prepared in advance and all he had to do was print it out. He hadn't expected Lin Chuan to have even arranged the duty roster.

He was even considering sending Lin Chuan a copy of the duty roster from another class.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work," he said.

Lin Chuan blurted out, "It's not hard work, it's just bad luck."

Xue Renyi was taken aback, then smiled.

"Teacher Xue, can these printing costs be reimbursed?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Sure, we'll collect the class fees at the end of the month, and you'll be in charge of it then," Xue Ren said. "You can just reimburse me then."

"Does this mean I'm being allowed to continue as class monitor?" Lin Chuan asked.

"I didn't say that," Xue Ren smiled. "We still need to see the class vote at the end of the month, right?"

"Can I not participate?"

Xue Ren smiled without saying a word, but the answer was already obvious.

Upon arriving at the classroom door, Xue Ren walked straight to the podium and placed his lesson plan lightly on the desk.

The classroom quieted down on its own, even before the bell rang for class.

"Today will be your first day of class, and the first class will be my Chinese class," Xue Ren said. "The class monitor has already printed out the timetable, along with the duty roster."

Only then did everyone notice Lin Chuan, who was pasting the class schedule in the corner of the blackboard.

"Before the final class, I'll take up a little more of your time to talk about yesterday's entrance exam results," Xue Ren said.

The students in the class were slightly taken aback, thinking to themselves, "Wow, the exam was graded really fast! It was just taken yesterday, and the results are out today?"

Xue Ren then handed the test papers to Lin Chuan, who had just finished posting the class schedule. "You go and hand out the Chinese test papers first. We also have English and math classes today, so the teachers will hand them out later."

Lin Chuan took the test paper, but since he couldn't pass it down the old way, he had to divide it in half and put it on Wang Xu's desk.

Wang Xu stared at him with his eyes wide open, looking completely bewildered.

"Get to work, why are you looking at me? Do I have work on my face?" Lin Chuan said.

Wang Xu looked distressed and didn't know what to say, so he got up and helped distribute the test papers.

After several test papers were handed out, Lin Chuan quickly saw a familiar name. Looking at the score, he saw 118 points, just two points away from a perfect score. He was most likely the highest scorer in his class.

After all, Chinese language and literature involves a certain degree of subjective judgment, making it difficult to get a perfect score.

Lin Chuan walked up to Chen Xiyu, his tone slightly regretful, "You didn't do well on the exam."

"How many points?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"Only 118." Lin Chuan's tone was as regretful as if she had only scored 18 points, and then he placed the test paper on her desk.

Wang Xu was handing out the test papers when he happened to come over, glanced at them, and exclaimed, "Wow, 118!"

Chen Xiyu's expression didn't change much. After the exam, she already had a mental expectation of her score.

She looked up at Lin Chuan. "The class monitor must have done very well on the exam, right?"

Lin Chuan seemed not to hear her question. He picked up the second test paper, muttering to himself, "Next, Wang Guohua, you did well, 88 points..." and walked away on his own.

Xue Ren spoke again from the podium, "This time, it's just a diagnostic test, and the content is junior high school level, so I won't go over the test paper. I'll just briefly tell you about the diagnostic test results."

He picked up another report card. "Chen Xiyu came in first place in this mock exam with a total score of 358."

"Wow, Chen is so amazing!" Wang Xu exclaimed with some admiration. "With a score of 358, what were his other scores?"

"Dude, you're a high school student? Are you serious about this question?" Lin Chuan looked at Wang Xu, somewhat incredulous.

"What's wrong?"

Xue Ren's voice came again, "118 in Chinese, and full marks in Math and English."

After he finished speaking, the class fell silent for a moment, then everyone spontaneously started clapping, and the applause was enthusiastic.

Many people looked at the girl sitting by the window. They knew that Class 5 was not considered one of the top classes in the city's No. 1 High School, but they never expected that there would be such a top student in their class.

The girl remained calm, resting her chin on her hand, as if she wasn't reading out her grades.

Wang Xu smiled awkwardly, realizing how stupid his question had been. The maximum score for the three subjects was 360, for a total of 358, with 118 in Chinese. He had even asked how many points each subject had.

It wasn't that he couldn't figure out such simple math; it was just that his mind just couldn't process it.

"Holy crap, perfect scores in two subjects, is Chen even human?" Wang Xu could only use a sigh to cover up his embarrassment.

"She has a nose and eyes, just like us. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be a person," Lin Chuan said calmly.

He glanced at the test paper on his desk: 70 points, neither high nor low, but if he had to calculate it, he was still two points short of passing.

However, this was to be expected. He only scored high on the essay, getting 48 out of 50. He had forgotten all the other fill-in-the-blank poems.

After all, exams are something you should forget about the teacher after you've finished taking them.

Xue Ren read out the scores of the top ten students in the class as usual. The first place was Chen Xiyu, and the second place was Cheng Xue, who got a perfect score in math and scores above 110 in both Chinese and English.

The classmates all sighed, saying that these two students should have been in the top three classes, so why did they end up in the fifth class?

Next, Zhou Yun came in third, scoring just over 100 in each subject, which seemed much more normal. Fourth was Liu Qian, fifth was Zhao Jiajia…

After reading out the top ten, Xue Ren glanced at the lower-ranked students, looked up, and said, "Class monitor, your overall score on the placement test was just average. As the class monitor, you still need to work harder."

"I think the teacher is right. The class monitor needs to set an example. How about we find someone more suitable to be the role model?" Lin Chuan said, looking like he was ready to give up.

A slightly cheerful laugh rang out from the students in the class.

Xue Renyi was taken aback, but smiled and said, "Don't worry, I still believe in your potential. Although your Chinese score isn't high, your essay this time was very good. It's just a bit like prose, so I gave you 48 points."

The student who was just laughing looked slightly surprised. This is not written in a very standard way, yet it got 48 points? Isn't the full score only 50 points?

If this is written well, wouldn't it be a perfect score essay?

Lin Chuan realized his problem after writing that essay, since he hadn't written a middle or high school argumentative essay in a long time.

"Where did you come from, this great writer?" Wang Xu asked, equally surprised. "48 points."

"It's just a middle school essay," Lin Chuan said casually.

"Although your writing style has some issues, as an article, I think you wrote it very well," Xue Ren continued. "Would you like to share it with everyone?"

"Read it aloud," a student shouted, and many others applauded.

"I won't read it. It's just an ordinary essay, and it will only delay everyone's class." Lin Chuan still refused.

He knew that this kind of process would occur in Chinese class, such as sharing well-written essays.

Reading his own essays gave him a strange feeling of being publicly executed, or like having his own novel recognized, which made him, someone who had written before, very uncomfortable.

"If you don't want to read it, then don't," Xue Ren said, not forcing the issue. "After class, if anyone is interested, they can borrow it from the class monitor to take a look."

As he spoke, Xue Ren opened his lesson plan, cleared his throat, and said, "Next up is your first lesson in high school. Open your textbooks, and we will discuss 'Qinyuanchun: Changsha,' a poem written in the autumn of 1925..."

After graduation, many people don't remember what text they learned in their first Chinese class in high school, and Lin Chuan, who had only attended it once, didn't remember either.

He only remembered that his high school homeroom teacher was also a Chinese language teacher, a girl who had just graduated not long ago. She was very enthusiastic in her teaching and was also very responsible towards her students.

Unfortunately, in such an ordinary high school, not many students were paying attention in class.

In his senior year of high school, his homeroom teacher called him to the office and said to him earnestly, "You are actually very smart, but you don't focus on your studies. You need to put more effort into your studies."

Lin Chuan didn't understand those words back then; he just thought his homeroom teacher was as long-winded as his parents. It wasn't until many years later that he finally understood what he meant.

Life is full of things we only realize in hindsight.

It's like finding an "expired" love letter hidden in a yearbook, or at a class reunion years later, a girl you're close to suddenly says, "I used to like you."

You know now, but it's pointless.

Lin Chuan had also missed out on many things and many people, but fortunately, this time, he had a chance to start over.