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

Because his interviews took longer than others, by the time Lin Chuan arrived at the cafeteria, there was only a little leftover food, and not even any meat.

He glanced at the food window and lost his appetite, so he simply bought a croissant at the convenience store and headed to the classroom.

The classroom for Class 5 was half-open in the afternoon. When Lin Chuan pushed the door open and went in, he was greeted by a clean smell of books.

The students on duty had just finished their duties; the blackboard was still damp, and the marble floor was spotless. Only the curtains by the window were not rolled up; they hung there, swaying in the evening breeze.

A girl in a school uniform sat at her desk, swinging her legs, and turned her head to look out the window, where the afternoon sunlight fell on her feet.

"You're in the classroom so early?" Lin Chuan greeted as he entered the classroom.

"I was a bit bored in the dorm, so I came here," Chen Xiyu said. "How did the student council interview go?"

"It's simple. I feel like I could interview any freshman tomorrow." Lin Chuan shrugged and sat down in his seat.

"Look how smug you are. What if you don't pass the interview?" Chen Xiyu said.

"We'll talk about that when the time comes." Lin Chuan took a bite of the croissant; the taste was so-so, and it even felt a bit dry.

Just as I was about to get up to get some water, a bottle of pure milk was handed to me. "Here you go."

It seems that Chen Xiyu keeps a case of pure milk in the girls' dormitory, and she asks Zhou Yun to bring a bottle over every morning.

He also offered Zhou Yun a bottle of milk, but Zhou Yun was too embarrassed to accept it because it was the first time she had ever seen pure milk with a lid, and she figured a bottle of this must be very expensive.

"Thank you, thank you," Lin Chuan said with a smile, without any hint of politeness.

"Actually, it's expired." Chen Xiyu grinned.

"I'll drink it even if it's expired," Lin Chuan said with a smile. Drinking milk and eating bread, this dinner didn't seem so miserable anymore.

…………

As night falls, the night breeze carries a slight chill.

Lin Chuan sat in front of his computer as usual, writing his daily words. Even though he was just a freshman in high school and hadn't published anything yet, he had already become the author.

He had actually considered submitting articles to books and magazines. The advantage of books and magazines is that they bring in money quickly, but it's only for one or two articles, which is enough to earn some pocket money.

He did the same thing in college, but to earn more money, he needed to write serialized novels. The same story would definitely earn more money as a long novel than a short one.

After all, he had already planned to help his family during high school. As for what to do, he had already decided: he would go to the breakfast shop that day. If he remembered correctly, the shop had been sold during his first year of high school...

The QQ icon on his computer lit up, interrupting his thoughts. Lin Chuan clicked on it and saw a friend request with a simple note: "I am Sun Yan".

Lin Chuan accepted the friend request.

"Junior Lin Chuan, you're still awake?" Sun Yan asked.

"Soon," Lin Chuan replied. "Did you need something from me tonight, senior? Did the student council interview results come out?"

"The results are in, but before that, I'd like to ask, did you join the literary society?" Sun Yan asked.

"Why do you insist on having me join?" Lin Chuan asked. To be honest, his essay, which scored 48 points, was indeed well-written, but it shouldn't warrant such an invitation from Sun Yan, right?

"On the one hand, I think you're a good fit, and on the other hand, there are too few boys in the literature club. Right now, there's only that boy you saw the other day." Sun Yan finally revealed her true thoughts.

"Are you short of laborers?" Lin Chuan asked.

The senior student sent a smiley face, which was taken as her tacit agreement.

Lin Chuan was silent for a moment, then continued typing, "Senior, you're asking me this at this hour, you don't mean that if I join the literature club, I can join the student council?"

"My junior is really smart."

"Isn't this blatant abuse of power for personal gain? If the student council knew you were getting me into the student council this way, wouldn't they protest?" Lin Chuan replied with an angry emoji, though his expression in front of the computer screen didn't actually change.

"NO! NO! NO! This is just a little trick by the scheming senior," Sun Yan replied. "Actually, you did very well in the interview, you're currently ranked first in our interview results, but, you know, I'm the vice president."

Lin Chuan sent a grinning emoji.

"How did it go? Did you pass the student council's final test?" Sun Yan asked.

"Okay," Lin Chuan replied.

For him, joining a club wouldn't make much difference, but if it's a requirement to join the student council, then it doesn't matter either.

"Okay, junior, welcome to the Literature Club," Sun Yan replied. "Now I'm also officially informing you that you've passed the student council interview and are now a member of the student council's organization department. Welcome!"

Then she sent another firework emoji.

Lin Chuan only replied with a smiling emoji, an emoji that signified speechlessness in his time.

Lin Chuan looked up at the girl on the sofa and asked, "Miss Chen, do you have any extra application forms for the literature club?"

"Yes, what do you want to do?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"I also want to join the literary society."

Chen Xiyu asked, "So suddenly?"

"Actually, I've been thinking about it these past few days, and I feel a little guilty about letting you join the literary club alone," Lin Chuan said earnestly as he closed his laptop.

"Hehe, do you think I believe what you say?" Chen Xiyu said, but still got up and went into the room, then took out a blank form.

Lin Chuan walked over and took the form. "Thanks, it's getting late, I'm off."

"Good night."

OK.

…………

The next day, Wang Xu slumped over his desk like a deflated mangy dog, and said in a low voice, "Finally, it's Friday."

"It's only the first week of school, and you're already looking so down?" Lin Chuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said casually.

"The main problem is that the teachers at No. 1 High School teach so fast, and there's homework every day," Wang Xu sighed. "I'm starting to regret coming to No. 1 High School now; the pressure is too much. Is it too late to change my mind?"

"Sure, go back and repeat a year," Lin Chuan said casually.

"Uh, never mind then, my dad will break my legs." Wang Xu grinned.

"Actually, coming to No. 1 High School might be the best decision you've ever made," Lin Chuan said.

"Old Lin, you're not going to tell me something like, 'If you go to No. 1 High School, you can get into a good university, find a good job, and have a good life,' are you?" Wang Xu thought to himself, he was tired of hearing these words.

"No," Lin Chuan said, "Even if you come to the No. 1 High School in the city, you may not be able to get into a good university, and even if you go to a good university, you may not be able to get a good job."

"what?"

"But this is a good environment, which will greatly help your future development," Lin Chuan said. "In fact, besides opportunities, the environment has the greatest impact on a person."

"I thought you were going to say you'd work hard," Wang Xu said.

"Wrong. For example, if you meet a rich girl right after graduation and live off her, that's still an opportunity, much more useful than working hard for most of your life," Lin Chuan said. He's not a child; he knows that hard work has a chance to change one's life, but it doesn't guarantee it.

If he hadn't been lucky enough to be noticed by that professor from Z University and taken on as a graduate student, his third-tier university diploma wouldn't have made his later path so smooth.

Even if he has the ability, without the opportunity, he would have to take many detours.

"I actually find what you said to make a lot of sense. The question is, where are the rich girls?"

"Go find it out yourself."

Just then, the chemistry teacher on the podium suddenly spoke up, "Class monitor and Wang Xu, what are you two talking about in class? You seem so happy?"

Wang Xu was suddenly startled and straightened his back.

"We were discussing the key points from the lesson," Lin Chuan replied.

"Then you two, answer the questions," the chemistry teacher called out. "Wang Xu, you stand up first and tell me what I just said about the classification of substances, and give an example."

Wang Xu was taken aback, and stood up somewhat at a loss.

Lin Chuan nudged him and pointed to his textbook. Wang Xu looked down to look, but the chemistry teacher called out again, "Look at the blackboard! Why are you looking elsewhere? The answers are elsewhere. Isn't this very simple?"

Wang Xu scratched his head awkwardly, "Teacher, I don't know."

"Squad leader, stand up."

Lin Chuan stood up. "In chemistry, pure substances have a fixed composition, such as oxygen and carbon dioxide, while mixtures do not have a fixed proportion, such as air."

"Okay, sit down." The chemistry teacher glanced at Wang Xu. "Go back and copy what I just taught you five times, and hand it in to my office before school ends."

"Okay." Wang Xu sat down with a bitter face, turned to look at his deskmate, "Wait, weren't we chatting together? Why are you listening to the lecture?"

"Is it difficult to chat and listen to a lecture at the same time?" Lin Chuan said casually.

"I..." Wang Xu gave a thumbs up, "Awesome."