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

"Everyone did a great job with the reading notes we wrote last time. Some of them were particularly well-written, and I even showed them to the teacher." Sun Yan didn't forget the main purpose of the gathering.

"Who wrote them?" a student asked.

Sun Yan took out several notebooks she had brought, "There's Zhang Xin's group's 'Snow Country,' and Xiao Yu's group's 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame.' Xiao Yu wrote the most, with almost 5,000 words of reading notes."

She looked at Xiao Yu and praised him, "Junior, you're very diligent."

Xiao Yu smiled and said modestly, "It's nothing. I just like to read and write. I've written so much without even realizing it."

"You can take a look at each other's notebooks," Sun Yan said, placing both notebooks on the table. Everyone gathered around and passed them around.

"Senior, why do you still have another book in your hand?" someone asked.

Sun Yan smiled and said, "This is the best one I've ever written, so I thought I'd let the author tell us about it."

"Whose?"

"Lin Chuan's group's reading notes, they chose the novel 'Dubliners'," Sun Yan said, looking at the two of them. "Xiao Yu, your group's notes are very good."

"Thank you, senior," Chen Xiyu replied.

"Chen, why did you choose the book 'Dubliners'?" Xiao Yu asked.

He hadn't had much of a chance to talk to Chen Xiyu since he came in, so now that he had the opportunity, he couldn't let it slip by.

"I didn't choose this book, he did," Chen Xiyu said, pointing to the boy next to her.

"The book selection is excellent, but Chen Xiyu's reading notes are even better," Xiao Yu continued.

Chen Xiyu shook her head again, "No, he also wrote the reading notes."

Xiao Yu's smile froze instantly; he hadn't felt this incredibly awkward in a long time.

As far as he knew, Lin Chuan's academic performance was average; he got into the city's No. 1 High School through connections.

So he tacitly accepted that this guy was just taking advantage of his past acquaintance with Chen Xiyu, shamelessly sticking to be in the same group as her, and then reaping the benefits without lifting a finger.

This reading note must have been written by Chen Xiyu, who is the best student. How could it have been written by Lin Chuan?

"Xiao Chuan, did you write this?" Sun Yan asked.

"Um."

"Then should I read it to everyone myself?" Sun Yan said.

The familiar lines reminded him of Old Xue, who used to read his essays aloud. Lin Chuan was still more interested in the freshly served pizza; after all, it would get cold and not taste as good if left out too long. "No, maybe everyone can take a look for themselves?"

Members of the surrounding literary society also became interested. After all, it is a literary society, and apart from a few students, most of the members have a good interest in literature.

Otherwise, who would want to find books to read while under the intense academic pressure of the No. 1 High School in the city?

So they all started reading Lin Chuan's reading notes, but they were quickly drawn to the first sentence: "It's snowing all over Ireland, and it's snowing in my world too. This is a snowfall in the history of Western literature, and it's been snowing for over a hundred years..."

A note of over a thousand words is about the same length as an essay, so it's easy to read.

However, when the girls from the literature club looked up again, their gazes toward Lin Chuan seemed different. They all thought his reading notes were very well written, with a beautiful style like prose.

"Junior, can you tell us how you wrote this reading note?" a senior student couldn't help but ask.

"yes."

"Why did you choose this book?" Everyone chimed in with their own opinions.

Seeing the gazes gathering around him in the private room, Lin Chuan had no choice but to put down the half-pizza.

In the past, he would always fantasize about being the protagonist, just like in a novel, such as the person who makes the game-winning shot on the basketball court, or the person who speaks eloquently on the podium. That feeling must be really cool.

But that was before. Now he just wants to be a handsome pizza-eating man in peace, but it seems the topic has somehow turned to him.

"Actually, I just wrote it casually," Lin Chuan said.

As for why he chose this book, one reason was that he was engrossed in reading magazines at the time and picked it up casually. Another reason was that he really liked the book's writing style and its exploration of theology.

The former reason is inconvenient to explain, while the latter would take a long time to explain.

"Xiao Chuan, why don't you tell us?" Sun Yan said.

"I'm actually a little curious too," Chen Xiyu said, blinking at him.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment before slowly speaking, "Actually, I chose this book partly because I really like his writing style, 'Yes, the newspaper is right: it's snowing all over Ireland. The snow is falling on every inch of the gloomy central plains, on the treeless hills...'"

The private room was quiet; everyone was looking over, and only Lin Chuan's voice could be heard.

He started with a snowfall in Ireland, then moved on to paralyzed spirits, frustrated growth, lost emotions, unfulfilled journeys, and souls adrift... He also touched on theology and aesthetics...

When he finished speaking, many students were still in a daze until Sun Yan clapped softly, and then more and more people clapped, and the applause in the private room rose and fell.

"I didn't expect your understanding of literature to be so profound," Sun Yan couldn't help but praise.

Although she had read Lin Chuan's essays, she only thought that the writing was excellent and the plot was interesting.

As the president of the literary society, she has certainly read many books, but few can offer such profound insights into a book as Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan's understanding of literature is not actually that deep; rather, it comes from his life experiences. He couldn't understand many of the books when he first read them.

Only many years later, at a certain time and in a certain place, will he suddenly understand a certain sentence or a certain book.

"Would you be interested in becoming the president of the literary society in the future?" Sun Yan asked directly.

"Senior, you've only just arrived, and you already want to be a hands-off manager?" Lin Chuan said, thinking to himself, "You were the one who forced me to come in and do all the hard work. What? You want to dump all the club activities on me later?"

Sun Yan noticed his complaint, so she smiled and didn't continue the topic.

In the following time, everyone continued to discuss the remaining reading notes. Originally, Sun Yan wanted to ask Xiao Yu and other classmates to share their reading notes as well.

But Xiao Yu refused. He felt uncomfortable at the party because he wasn't the main character, which made him very uncomfortable.

Right now, all I want is for the party to end as soon as possible.

Seeing that it was almost time, many students said they had to go back, since some of them lived quite far away.

Sun Yan suggested that this gathering should end here, and was about to say that they should disperse when Xiao Yu stood up.

"It's a shame to break up like this since it's the first gathering. Where should we go for some fun? I have VIP memberships at karaoke or arcades, so it's free," Xiao Yu suggested. After all, going to a different place might allow him to showcase his authentic style.

Some students in the private room agreed, while others expressed little interest.

"Where's Chen?" Xiao Yu asked, though he was truly concerned about Chen Xiyu.

"No need, thank you," Chen Xiyu said.

Without giving Xiao Yu a chance to stay, she greeted Sun Yan, turned around, and walked out of the private room with Lin Chuan.

While everyone was still noisily discussing where they would go next, Xiao Yu no longer cared; he was just inexplicably irritable.