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

The two stopped in front of a classroom. Lin Chuan glanced up and saw a light gold plaque hanging on the wooden door, with the words "Art Studio" standing out prominently.

The studio door was closed. Lin Chuan stood outside the window and looked inside. There were rows of drawing boards, and several students were sitting in front of them. Some were painting watercolors and some were drawing sketches. Many paintings were attached to the blackboard in front of them with magnets.

Everyone was quiet, with almost no interaction, and some were even wearing headphones.

Lin Chuan walked to the door of the art studio and knocked lightly. After a while, a short-haired girl came to open the door.

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"I'm Lin Chuan, a first-year high school student. I need to talk to you about something. Would it be convenient for me to come in and talk?" Lin Chuan asked.

"What is it?" the short-haired girl asked.

"Call for illustrations for the school's magazine."

The short-haired girl hesitated for a moment but still pushed open the door and let the two in.

After the short-haired girl gave a brief introduction, Lin Chuan then spoke to the people in the studio about Lao Xue's requirements and ideas.

The meaning was quite clear: they wanted to ask if anyone was interested in submitting their work, but the answer they received was always "no time."

"Actually, we're about to start intensive sketching training, so there's a high chance we won't have time," the short-haired girl said.

"Oh, sorry to bother you." Lin Chuan nodded and didn't say anything more. Anyway, Lao Xue had already said that if this thing didn't work out, they could just find someone else to design it.

"It's okay," the short-haired girl said.

Lin Chuan was about to call Chen Xiyu to go eat when he found her standing in front of the blackboard, looking at the drawing on the blackboard, lost in thought.

"You can't draw, can you? Can you understand this?" Lin Chuan asked as he walked up to her.

"Even if I can't draw, I can still appreciate art. I have an aesthetic sense, unlike you," Chen Xiyu said.

"So, which one do you think is the best looking?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Of course it's the one in the middle." Chen Xiyu pointed to the portrait sketch in the middle.

"I said it's the one on top. Whoever is wrong, treats us to dinner." Lin Chuan pointed to an even higher painting.

"Sure." Chen Xiyu turned to the short-haired girl and asked, "Excuse me, which of these two paintings is better?"

The short-haired girl paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "The one on top."

"Why?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"Because the image is cleaner and the contrast between light and shadow is better," Lin Chuan replied, quite seriously.

"You even know how to draw?" Chen Xiyu asked, somewhat surprised.

"Actually, I don't understand," Lin Chuan pointed to the side of the blackboard, "I only know that when the teacher ranks the scores, the top is the best, so look at the far left."

Chen Xiyu looked in the direction he was pointing and found that the leftmost part of the blackboard actually had 90, 80, 70... written down in order, clearly indicating the grade ranking.

"I'll trouble Miss Chen to pay for our meal later," he said with a smile.

"This doesn't count, you cheated." Chen Xiyu slapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, that's what happens when you don't look carefully," Lin Chuan said.

The short-haired girl next to them couldn't help but laugh, "You two seem to get along really well, are you dating?"

"Do we look alike standing together?" Lin Chuan asked.

The short-haired girl actually looked the two of them over carefully, smiled, and said, "Actually, they're quite a good match."

"That's a pity. School doesn't allow early relationships, and I'm a model student," Lin Chuan said.

"With your grades, you can forget about being a model student," Chen Xiyu said, clearly still resentful about how he had just tricked her.

"Never underestimate a young person's potential, understand?"

"Hehe, I don't understand."

After leaving the art studio, the two went to the cafeteria for lunch. Unfortunately, Lin Chuan couldn't get Chen Xiyu to treat him, but he still managed to get an ice cream.

He was already satisfied with this, since it was indeed obtained through "cheating".

Late at night, Lin Chuan had an open laptop on his desk, with only QQ and a novel document running.

I opened the reader group for my own work, and a dozen or so readers joined. Most of them either didn't see it or were just reading the book. Joining a reader group isn't something everyone chooses.

The group chat had about ten people. After a brief greeting and some conversation when I first joined, it became quiet. Only around 11 p.m. did someone urge me to update the chat.

"Author, where's the update?" asked the user with the ID "Baiyun".

"It's updating now, it's updating now," Lin Chuan said.

There was also an editor's message that he forgot to read at school. He only found it now when he opened it. The editor told him that his novel was going to be featured this week and that he should make sure to keep updating regularly.

Lin Chuan had previously learned about the mechanisms of some websites. In fact, he had only recently published his book, which meant that the data for his book should be pretty good at the moment.

He hadn't asked for the specific data and results yet, since the editor was definitely off work by now, but he left a message anyway, figuring the editor would reply when they came back to work tomorrow.

Lin Chuan finished his work for the day, stretched, and went straight to sleep.

Early morning, in the classroom of Grade 1 (5).

Lin Chuan was eating breakfast at his desk. Wang Xu arrived early, which was unusual for him. Of course, he could guess the reason: Zhao Jiajia had also arrived early.

"Hey, what's Chen doing?" Wang Xu asked.

Lin Chuan turned his head and looked outside the classroom. Chen Xiyu was standing there, with several boys next to her, holding milk and bread, seemingly talking about something.

Chen Xiyu just smiled and waved, then went back to the classroom.

"This is a failed breakfast delivery attempt," Wang Xu said smugly, having seen through the whole story at a glance.

"Hmm." Lin Chuan withdrew his gaze.

"Old Lin, aren't you nervous at all?"

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"You know, there are a lot of people who like Chen," Wang Xu said. "I used to see people bringing her breakfast all the time."

Lin Chuan didn't want to say it, but actually someone had brought him breakfast before. It was a girl from another class, but after he rejected her, she never showed up again. It seems that these high school boys have a lot of perseverance.

Wang Xu was still rambling on, occasionally asking Lin Chuan what good novels he had to read in the next couple of days and recommending them to him. The reason why Wang Xu was so energetic so early in the morning was probably because it was finally Friday.

When it was noon, Lin Chuan wanted to invite Wang Xu to lunch together, but the guy refused and then ran off to do who-knows-where.

So he went to the cafeteria with Chen Xiyu and Zhou Yun. After getting their food, the three of them sat by the window.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome. I told you I didn't need breakfast delivered, but they keep doing it," Chen Xiyu couldn't help but complain.

Lin Chuan said, "If you don't like it, just refuse."

"I refused," Chen Xiyu said, "but some of them were left on the table early in the morning, and I didn't even know who they were."

"Is that even possible? Why even bother delivering it?" Lin Chuan said. Delivering breakfast without letting the recipient know who it is is quite rare, even in high school.

"have no idea."

"Is it delicious? Free breakfast?"

"I've never eaten this before," Chen Xiyu said. She said she wouldn't touch the breakfast she received; she would just leave it there, waiting for the student on duty to collect it, and it would take up space.

Sometimes the student on duty would specifically ask her if she wanted breakfast, and Chen Xiyu would only answer that it wasn't hers. The student on duty could only smile awkwardly and take the breakfast away.

"That's a bit of a waste," Lin Chuan said.

"You want to eat?"

"No, thank you." Lin Chuan didn't mind, but there was no need for it.

After finishing their meal, the three parted ways at the entrance of the cafeteria. Lin Chuan wandered back to the classroom alone. The classroom was very quiet at noon, with almost no students. He wondered if they hadn't returned from lunch yet, or if everyone felt it was okay not to take a lunch break on Friday and went to the basketball court to work up a sweat.

The only student in the classroom was Cheng Xue. She was still alone, sitting there with her head down, holding a book, her face pale in profile.

This surprised Lin Chuan, because she was a boarding student and didn't need to be in the classroom at noon unless she wanted to study there herself.

It had nothing to do with Lin Chuan. As he walked past, he heard someone call out, "Class monitor."

Lin Chuan turned around and looked at Cheng Xue.

Cheng Xue had already put down her book. "What are the requirements for submitting illustrations for the school magazine that you mentioned during break?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan suddenly remembered who had said they liked drawing when school started.

"When Teacher Xue spoke to me, she sent me the article submission requirements, but she hasn't explained the illustrations clearly yet," Lin Chuan said. "I'll ask the teacher about it during class this afternoon and then I'll let you know."

"it is good."

"Um."

The conversation ended quickly. Cheng Xue continued reading, while Lin Chuan drew the curtains on his side, took out his backpack, leaned on it, and slowly closed his eyes.

The music from the school radio station coming from the classroom loudspeaker grew fainter and fainter...

A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and Lin Chuan slowly drifted off to sleep.

The afternoon classes passed quickly. Lin Chuan felt that the teachers hadn't said much before the school bell rang.

He turned to look at his eager deskmate. "What, another plan?"

"Hehe, something's come up," Wang Xu said.

"Oh." Lin Chuan didn't say much, and went to find Chen Xiyu and Zhou Yun. The three of them walked out of the classroom together.

When they arrived at the classroom door, they ran into Zhao Jiajia. Chen Xiyu asked her to go back together, but she refused, saying it was her turn to be on duty today.

Lin Chuan then realized why Wang Xu had stayed—the attentive Wang Xu!

After waiting at the bus stop for a while, the bus arrived soon, and Lin Chuan and Chen Xiyu got on. This time they were lucky; there were still a few empty seats in the back, and the two sat side by side.

"The teachers at No. 1 Middle School are really torturous," Chen Xiyu said.

"A strict teacher produces outstanding students," Lin Chuan said.

"That's a strange thing to say."

"Strange? I think it suits me quite well."

Chen Xiyu grinned, "Do you know what day it is next week?" The topic changed abruptly, but it was very much in her style. That's just how she is; her thoughts jump around so much that even Lin Chuan can't keep up.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, "Midterm exams?" He calculated the time and realized that their midterm exams were coming up soon.

No, that's not it.

"What is that?"

"If you can't remember, that's fine," Chen Xiyu waved her hand.

Someone had opened a crack in the front window, and the wind rushed in, blowing her long hair. She turned to look out the window, and the buildings on both sides of the road rushed past...