The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The seven-day military training has finally come to an end.

The freshmen, who were originally fair-skinned and clean-cut, now looked as if they had just been dug out of a coal mine. Except for their white teeth, their whole bodies had a healthy bronze color—or rather, a caramel color.

The fans in the classroom were whirring, providing a negligible amount of coolness.

Chen Zhi lay on the table, idly twirling his pen.

"Quiet down!"

Class teacher Wang Qian walked into the classroom in high heels, holding a list and seating chart. She looked quite well today; clearly, these kids had finally finished their military training and returned to the classroom, giving her, their class teacher, a chance to shine.

The classroom fell silent instantly, with dozens of eyes fixed on the podium.

"Although military training is over, this is only the beginning of junior high school life." Wang Qian tapped the blackboard as usual. "Next, we have two things to do. First, appoint the class committee; second, rearrange the seating."

The mention of class committee members immediately caused a stir among the audience.

At this age, being a class leader is quite prestigious, and many people are eager to try it.

Only Chen Zhi lowered his head even further.

Don't look at me, don't look at me.

"Regarding the selection of class monitor," Wang Qian's gaze swept across the classroom, landing precisely on Chen Zhi, who was trying to bury himself in his books, "During military training, Chen Zhi performed exceptionally well. Not only did he train diligently himself, but he was also helpful and assisted the instructors in managing the class in an orderly manner. Does anyone have any objections?"

Chen Zhi suddenly looked up, about to raise his hand and say "I have an objection," when a round of enthusiastic applause erupted around him.

"No objections!"

"The class monitor is awesome!"

"Support Chen Zhi!"

"These bastards..." Chen Zhi's lips twitched. This wasn't support at all; they were clearly happy that someone else was taking the blame for this thankless task. Especially those boys, their smiles were so sly.

"Alright, since everyone agrees, Chen Zhi will remain the class monitor." Wang Qian didn't give Chen Zhi a chance to refuse and made the final decision. "Other class committee members, if you're interested, come and sign up after class. Now, everyone stand up, grab your bags, and head to the corridor. We need to rearrange the seating."

After a series of noisy collisions of desks and chairs, the classroom was empty.

Wang Qian stood at the door, like a general reviewing his troops, calling out names one by one.

"Li Zihan, third row, middle."

"Li Jiahao, fourth row, window seat."

……

As the names were read out one by one, Chen Zhi noticed an interesting phenomenon.

Wang Qian clearly put thought into arranging the seats, basically following the principles of "good students helping poor students" or "combining active and quiet activities".

"Lin Wanwan, second row, middle."

Lin Wanwan, carrying a pink schoolbag, winked at Chen Zhi as she passed by and mouthed, "Wait for me after school."

Chen Zhi rolled his eyes and ignored the girl.

These past few days, some big mouth has been spreading rumors that he, Lin Wanwan, and Li Zhiyi are childhood sweethearts. Now, the whole class is looking at him strangely, especially the boys; their envy, jealousy, and hatred are enough to burn two holes in his back.

"Li Zhiyi, next to Lin Wanwan."

Li Zhiyi, carrying her schoolbag, hurried into the classroom with her head down. When she passed Chen Zhi, she paused for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just blushed and walked away quickly.

"Chen Zhi".

Finally, it was my turn.

Chen Zhi picked up his schoolbag and waited for Wang Qian's verdict.

"Fifth row, the seat near the back door," Wang Qian pointed to the corner.

That was the best spot in the classroom, offering both offensive and defensive advantages. It was close to the back door, making it easy to skip class, and far from the podium, minimizing the risk of being hit by chalk. Chen Zhi was very satisfied with this.

He leisurely strolled to his seat, stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer, and sat down.

"Pei Ningxue is next to Chen Zhi."

Wang Qian's voice rang out again.

The classroom, which had been somewhat noisy, fell silent for a moment.

All eyes turned to the aloof young woman standing at the door.

Pei Ningxue wore a simple ponytail today, revealing her smooth and full forehead. Because she didn't participate in the later military training, she was clearly out of sync with the other students in the class. She carried a high-quality backpack and walked into the classroom expressionlessly.

She walked straight to the empty seat next to Chen Zhi, put down her schoolbag, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

His movements were fluid and effortless, without even glancing at Chen Zhi.

"Holy crap..."

Li Jiahao, sitting in the front row, let out a suppressed gasp, squeezing the eraser in his hand so hard that it snapped in two.

His heart was bleeding.

Ever since he witnessed Pei Ningxue getting into that Maybach S-Class, Li Jiahao's outlook on life has undergone a complete transformation.

Lin Wanwan, the school beauty—they all pale in comparison to the sheer power of money.

Although Li Jiahao was only in the first year of junior high school, he was an ambitious man. He deeply realized that this was an opportunity to change his destiny. If he could win Pei Ningxue's heart, it wouldn't just be winning the heart of a beauty, but also saving him fifty years of hard work!

Therefore, he reluctantly gave up all the snacks he originally planned to give to Lin Wanwan these past two days, and even spent a lot of money to buy a bottle of imported high-calcium milk, just to make his presence known to Pei Ningxue.

But now...

Chen Zhi! It's Chen Zhi again!

This guy wasn't satisfied with just taking Lin Wanwan and Li Zhiyi; now he actually wants to get his hands on his "dream of marrying into a wealthy family"?

Li Jiahao stared intently at Chen Zhi. If looks could kill, Chen Zhi would already be riddled with holes.

Chen Zhi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

My classmate is a pretty girl, she's pleasing to the eye, but she's a bit cold.

"Please take care of me in the future." Chen Zhi greeted him politely as he turned around.

Pei Ningxue paused as she was organizing her textbooks, turned her head, and her deep, unfathomable eyes lingered on his face for two seconds.

"Um."

She gave a faint reply, then turned back to continue tidying up.

Well, he's a conversation killer.

Chen Zhi shrugged, not wanting to make a fool of himself, and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.

As soon as the bell rang, Chen Zhi was about to go to the restroom when he saw a good show unfolding not far away.

Zhu Jianming, a boy from Class 1, was holding two bottles of Zhenguoli (a type of fruit juice) and blocking Lin Wanwan's way with a fawning expression.

"Wanwan, this is freshly bought, it's ice-cold, have some..."

"Zhu Jianming".

Lin Wanwan's voice wasn't loud, but her tone carried an unprecedented coldness and hardness. She stopped and, unlike before, didn't mince words but instead pushed the two bottles of milk back directly.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Lin Wanwan frowned, her small face full of impatience. "I don't drink your things, and I don't want to be friends with you. Can you please stop bothering me? It's really bothering me."

Zhu Jianming froze, his hand hanging in mid-air, his face turning a deep purplish-red: "No...no, I just wanted to..."

"What you think is none of my business," Lin Wanwan interrupted him, her eyes clear and resolute. "This is a school, I'm here to study. If you keep pestering me like this, I'll go directly to your homeroom teacher, or have my family talk to your parents."

After saying that, Lin Wanwan didn't even glance at him, and turned to leave with Li Zhiyi beside her.

Zhu Jianming stood there, stunned, as students passing by pointed and whispered, making him wish he could disappear into the ground.

Chen Zhi leaned against the railing in the corridor and witnessed the whole process, unable to help but sigh.

Wow, this girl has grown up.

In the past, when something like this happened, we had to rely on him to be a shield, but now he's actually learned to fire the first shot.

but……

Chen Zhi looked at the two bottles of Zhenguoli (a type of fruit juice) that had been returned to Zhu Jianming and sighed regretfully.

"What a pity, we won't be able to drink free milk anymore."

He shook his head, turned around, and wandered back into the classroom.

As soon as Chen Zhi sat back down, he felt his arm being lightly touched.

He turned his head and saw Pei Ningxue looking at the blackboard in front of her, but her right hand quietly pushed a bottle of milk out from under the desk.

It was a beautifully packaged imported milk bottle, covered entirely in English, and looked quite expensive.

Chen Zhi looked at her with some confusion.

Pei Ningxue still didn't look at him, but a faint blush crept up her ears, and she said in a low voice, "I don't know who put this on my desk. I don't like drinking it, so you can take care of it."

Her tone was flat, as if she really didn't care, if you ignored her slightly red earlobes.

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.

This plot seems familiar...

"Thanks, classmate."

Chen Zhi didn't stand on ceremony, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The rich, creamy flavor exploded in my mouth; it was definitely much better than the pure milk that cost 2.5 yuan a bag at the school store.

"belch--"

Chen Zhi let out a satisfied burp and casually placed the empty bottle on the corner of the table.

Just then, a crisp "crack" sound came from the front row.

Chen Zhi and Pei Ningxue looked up at the same time.

Li Jiahao turned around and stared intently at the empty baby bottle in Chen Zhi's hand, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his face contorted in pain.

That bottle of milk... he saved up for two days and specially asked someone to buy it from an imported supermarket!

Now, Chen Zhi drank it?

And it even burped?!

"Li Jiahao, are you alright?" Chen Zhi shook the empty bottle in his hand and asked with concern, "You look terrible, are you still suffering from heatstroke? Do you want to drink some more milk to replenish your energy?"

Li Jiahao's chest heaved violently, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He looked at Chen Zhi, who had an innocent look on his face, and then at Pei Ningxue, who remained aloof as if nothing had happened. He felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

That's my milk!

That's my milk!

Li Jiahao opened his mouth, wanting to curse, but found his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word. In the end, he could only turn around in despair, slump onto the table, and shrug his shoulders.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was crying.

Chen Zhi scratched his head, puzzled, and turned to Pei Ningxue, asking, "What's wrong with him?"

Pei Ningxue glanced at the trembling figure in the front row, a very subtle smile curving her lips, which vanished in an instant.

She opened the book and said casually, "Maybe. Is it good?"

Chen Zhi savored the taste for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "It tastes good. Come to me again if there's anything like this next time."

Upon hearing this, Li Jiahao, who was in the front row, stiffened abruptly, and then began to tremble even more violently.