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

During the long break between evening study sessions, just as the bell rang and he had just put down his pen, someone appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw that it was Chen Xiyu.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Want to grab a late-night snack?" Chen Xiyu asked.

"That suits me perfectly," Lin Chuan said, turning to look at Wang Xu beside him. "Shall we go?"

"No, no, you guys go ahead." Wang Xu said with a grin. He was still sensible enough not to disturb their time together, but he didn't say anything, since he had been scolded last time he had.

The two left the classroom, went downstairs, and walked towards the cafeteria. Because it was during the long break between classes, there were quite a few people going out for a late-night snack, but everyone ate quite quickly.

"Why do you suddenly want a late-night snack today?" Lin Chuan remembered that the other person hadn't had a late-night snack at school for a long time.

"I don't know, I just want to eat it," Chen Xiyu said. "What? You don't want to eat it?"

"I'm starving to death," Lin Chuan sighed.

"Oh, okay, shall I slow down?" Chen Xiyu said, slowing her pace.

"No, no, no, let's hurry up." Lin Chuan pushed her shoulder and walked towards the cafeteria.

…………

"You're back?" Chu Wenle stood up to greet the person who walked into the office.

"I'm back." Sun Yan waved her hand and plopped down in a chair.

Chu Wenle walked over and poured her a glass of water, handing it to her. "Want some water?"

"You're perceptive, Xiao Chu," Sun Yan took the water, drank it all in one gulp, and began to complain, "After coming back from soliciting sponsorships at school, I was called to the office to do paperwork again. What kind of 'busy life' is this?"

Chu Wenle smiled. "How did the talks go?"

"Not so good," Sun Yan said. "That Mr. Liu is such a weird guy. He doesn't seem like much. When I went to talk about sponsorship, he looked down on me because I'm a girl."

"It's alright, we have other potential sponsors and we still have time. I'll go next time," Chu Wenle said.

"You're going? You think you can talk about this?"

"Let me learn it."

Sun Yan patted him on the shoulder, "I have a feeling you'll get ripped off if you go, you'll agree to anything they say."

Chu Wenle smiled and did not refute.

"But who told you I didn't make it through?" Sun Yan changed the subject with a grin. "The sponsorship deal is all done. As for the contract, we just need to change a few details and we can sign it directly."

"As expected, you are more suitable to be the chairman than I am," Chu Wenle said.

Sun Yan frowned. "Why are you always so insecure? You're the president, and the student council is doing pretty well now."

"I just think you're a better fit."

"If I told you that I didn't actually negotiate this contract, but rather a new guy in our department, and he's really amazing, not only did he secure the contract, but I later found out that the sponsorship amount had been increased," Sun Yan asked, "Guess who it was?"

"Lin Chuan?"

"I guessed it."

"Among the freshmen in your department, he's definitely the best performer, but I didn't expect him to even know this," Chu Wenle said. "If he doesn't object next semester, we can let him join the student council first."

"I just always feel that this junior is a bit too outstanding," Sun Yan thought for a moment, "His way of dealing with people and things doesn't seem like that of a high school student at all; he's more like one of those young general managers in my dad's company..."

Meanwhile, at the No. 1 Middle School cafeteria.

There weren't too many students eating late-night snacks in the cafeteria during the evening study break; they lined up in a few scattered spots, while others were already sitting at the long tables eating their snacks.

Lin Chuan had just sat down with his bowl of noodle soup when he couldn't help but sneeze twice. He turned his head to look around and muttered to himself, "Is someone secretly thinking about me?"

Chen Xiyu, sitting across from him, glanced at him and said leisurely, "First, you think; second, you curse. You just hit him twice, so someone must have been cursing at you."

Lin Chuan pondered for a moment, then asked seriously, "Is it possible that two people are thinking of me?"

"When did you become so narcissistic?"

"That's confidence."

Lin Chuan ate a couple of mouthfuls of soup noodles, slurping them down. He was really hungry; he hadn't eaten dinner, just had an apple to tide him over, and his stomach was rumbling by evening study time.

After finishing their late-night snack, the two returned to the classroom, finished their last evening study session, and then took a bus home together.

There weren't many people on the last bus, and Lin Chuan saw empty seats in the back as soon as he got on.

"There are seats available, please go and sit down."

"Um."

The two sat side by side in the back row. Chen Xiyu hugged her backpack, then rummaged around for a bit, finally pulling out an apple in its packaging and handing it over, "This is for you."

"What do you mean? I get apples too?"

"Everyone has an apple on Christmas Eve, I can't just see you and not have one, I'm that kind."

"Actually, someone gave it to me after the first evening study session," Lin Chuan said, "but I didn't accept it."

Chen Xiyu snorted, "Are you showing off to me?"

"How could I dare? Who in the city's No. 1 High School can rival your popularity?" Lin Chuan said.

Chen Xiyu was incredibly popular at the No. 1 High School. Not only the first-year students knew her, but the second and third-year students also knew her. Lin Chuan even heard that boys from other classes had gotten into conflicts over her, even though Chen Xiyu hadn't said a single word to them.

However, very few apples were given to Chen Xiyu today. Because of Xiao Yu's existence, someone spread the rumor that Xiao Gongzi from Class 1 of Grade 1 likes Chen Xiyu and is pursuing her. Therefore, the boys who like Chen Xiyu dared not approach her casually.

Young Master Xiao neither denied nor admitted it, while his underlings continued to spread the word intentionally or unintentionally, as if asserting some kind of sovereignty.

"You didn't receive this apple from someone else, and you just gave it to me, did you?" Lin Chuan suddenly asked.

"I bought it myself," Chen Xiyu said angrily. "If you don't want it, give it back!"

"Just kidding," Lin Chuan said with a smile, putting his hands together in gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Chen, for the apple."

…………

Christmas Eve followed by Christmas Day, which was also a Friday, in the classroom of Class 5, Grade 1.

"Class monitor, our class's performance has been rejected." Zhao Jiajia sighed, her tone full of helplessness.

"What script have you written?" Lin Chuan asked.

Zhao Jiajia handed over the scripts they had prepared. Lin Chuan took them and glanced at the contents. To be honest, it was a very lighthearted script. Although it was adapted from a story based on ancient poems, it incorporated too many funny elements.

Some of the actors' actions, like hugging someone's leg, were a bit over-the-top. This is the No. 1 Middle School in the city, so it's normal that they wouldn't pass.

"Class monitor, could you please give us an internal approval process?" Zhao Jiajia continued.

"I'm the class monitor, not the principal," Lin Chuan suggested. "You should delete all these weird jokes."

"That makes sense," Zhao Jiajia said as if she had grasped a lifeline. "Class monitor, could you help us revise the script?"

"I'm not a screenwriter."

"Your essay is so well written," Zhao Jiajia pleaded, clasping her hands together. "Please, class monitor."

"Old Lin, Brother Lin, please help me out," Wang Xu said from the side. "Just help me revise it, it doesn't matter if it passes or not."

"A meal." When it comes to his good brother, Lin Chuan chooses to put a price tag on it.

"Okay," Wang Xu immediately nodded in agreement, "but we'll go home after school." They had already passed lunchtime, and since they would be going home after school, they wouldn't have the chance to eat at school.

"Let's do it this weekend then."

"no problem."

"Old Wang, why are you still so concerned about the literary and art committee member's affairs?" Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow at him.

"This party is a matter of class honor, and everyone has a responsibility to participate," Wang Xu said, puffing out his chest.

Lin Chuan smiled without saying a word, his meaning clear. He took Zhao Jiajia and the others' script and sent them away, planning to help them revise it over the weekend. There shouldn't be any problem.

Just then, he happened to see Zhou Yun returning with a water cup. Lin Chuan called out to her, "Zhou Yun."

Zhou Yun stopped. "Class monitor, what's wrong?"

"Are you free on New Year's Eve?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Yes," Zhou Yun nodded.

"I got a sponsorship for the New Year's Eve party through the student union. After we get a brand sponsor, we'll set up a small booth, and we need someone to stand there and hand out water to passing student leaders and school officials. We'll just wear their company jacket," Lin Chuan said. "It's similar to when you handed out flyers in front of the burger joint last time, is that okay?"

"How long will this take?"

"From 7 p.m. to the end of the party, it will be at most four or five hours," Lin Chuan said.

"Okay." Zhou Yun nodded.

"You're agreeing just like that?"

"Any other requirements?" Zhou Yun asked.

"You don't have any demands, but aren't you going to ask how much you're offered?"

"Will they pay me?"

"Of course," Lin Chuan said, "but it only lasts a few hours, and the pay won't be very high, just 150 yuan, which will be paid after the event."

"This is already a lot, thank you, class monitor." Upon hearing that she could earn over a hundred yuan in just a few hours, Zhou Yun quickly bowed to him in gratitude.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter who does this part-time job, it's fine as long as it's someone from our class."