The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The next morning, the morning sun swept away the gloom of yesterday's torrential rain.

As usual, Chen Zhi finished his morning run and stepped into the classroom as the bell rang for morning self-study. As soon as he entered, a strong sense of resentment hit him.

The source of the resentment was Li Zihan.

This guy was slumped over the table, with huge dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he had been drained of all his energy overnight, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well all night.

Chen Zhi shoved his schoolbag into the desk drawer and asked knowingly, "Hey, Zihan, did you go thief last night? You look worse than if you just crawled out of a coffin."

Hearing Chen Zhi's voice, Li Zihan slowly turned her head. Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on Chen Zhi, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Chen Zhi, are you even human?"

"Yes, that's me." Chen Zhi unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and looked completely innocent. "What's wrong? Is the book not interesting?"

"Beautiful? Beautiful my foot!"

Li Zihan sprang up from her seat like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice filled with grief and indignation, "What underworld princess? What pure love goddess? Chen Zhi, you liar!"

"Eri is dead! She's dead!" Li Zihan grabbed Chen Zhi's collar and shook him violently, her voice trembling with sobs. "That idiot Lu Mingfei is still rushing off, while Erii has been drained of her life force and turned into a dried-up corpse! Not even a complete body was left! That old scoundrel from Jiangnan, I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill you too!"

The surrounding students were startled by the commotion and cast curious glances their way.

Chen Zhi calmly pulled Li Zihan's hand down and patted his shoulder earnestly: "Calm down, brother. Although the ending was a bit tragic, wasn't the process sweet? Wasn't Erii very obedient?"

Li Zihan slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering to herself, "Sakura is the best, Sakura is the best, best my ass! Lu Mingfei is a piece of trash!"

Looking at the child's crazed state, Chen Zhi silently apologized in his heart.

However, Li Zihan is clearly not the kind of person who suffers alone.

After just one morning self-study session, Chen Zhi noticed that Li Zihan had changed. He was no longer wailing; instead, he wore a fanatical smile, like a pyramid scheme leader, and wandered around the classroom with the three copies of "Dragon Raja" in his hand.

"Sports Committee member, I see you have extraordinary talent. You can borrow this masterpiece to read, no charge."

"Class monitor, although you only read classics, this book is very well written. I recommend you read it."

Watching Li Zihan enthusiastically recommend it, Chen Zhi couldn't help but gasp. This was like someone who'd been caught in the rain wanting to tear everyone else's umbrellas apart. He figured in a couple of days, all the boys in the class would be in the same good spirits as Li Zihan.

Chen Zhi shook his head and sat back down in his seat.

As soon as I sat down, my gaze fell on the table.

The black folding umbrella that I lent to Pei Ningxue yesterday is now neatly folded and placed there. Next to the umbrella is a glass bottle of Bright Dairy milk.

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his deskmate.

Pei Ningxue was looking down at an English book, her back ramrod straight, her long hair obscuring half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Wow." Chen Zhi picked up the bottle of milk and shook it in his hand. "Which pretty girl sent this loving breakfast?"

Pei Ningxue's body stiffened for a moment.

She didn't look up, but buried her face even deeper in the book, her voice barely audible: "...Thank you for the umbrella."

Those originally fair and translucent earlobes were now visibly tinged with a crimson hue, like rouge dripping into water and quickly spreading.

Chen Zhi couldn't help but smile as he looked at her quail-like appearance.

This young lady is quite particular; she even gave me a bottle of milk when I lent her an umbrella.

"Thanks, I was thirsty after my run."

Chen Zhi didn't stand on ceremony. He gave it a thumbs up, pried open the paper lid with a "pop," and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.

Hearing the sound of swallowing beside her, Pei Ningxue's eyelashes trembled, and she secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that Chen Zhi was drinking without any restraint, the tension in her heart slowly dissipated, replaced by a secret joy.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from the classroom doorway.

"Da, da, da."

The classroom, which had been buzzing, fell silent instantly.

Class teacher Wang Qian walked in briskly, holding a folder in her hand. She glanced around the classroom, her gaze lingering for a second on Chen Zhi in the last row.

"Chen Zhi, come to my office for a moment."

Chen Zhi finished his milk in one gulp, put the empty bottle on the table, and got up and followed the class out under the watchful eyes of all his classmates.

The air conditioning in the office was on full blast.

Wang Qian sat behind her desk and pushed a form in her hand in front of Chen Zhi.

"The school sports meet is next week." Wang Qian tapped the table. "Here are the registration forms. You and the sports committee member should take charge and encourage everyone to register."

Chen Zhi picked it up and glanced at it.

Wow, they have a pretty comprehensive range of events. From the 100-meter sprint to the high jump and long jump, there's even a shot put.

"Sister Qian, this job is tough," Chen Zhi said with a bitter face. "Those lazybones in our class would rather hide under the shade of a tree during PE class. Making them run in the scorching sun is harder than slaughtering a pig."

"Stop being so cheeky." Wang Qian glared at him, then softened her tone. "I know it's difficult. In principle, it's voluntary, but the school has a rule that each event should ideally have someone participate; there can't be any gaps. Especially for long-distance running, you need to take the lead."

"Okay, okay, I'll take the lead." Chen Zhi rolled up the form. "Just don't make me run the whole thing by myself in the end."

Wang Qian was amused by him and waved her hand, "Alright, go ahead. Come find me if you can't handle it."

Chen Zhi had just stepped out of the office with the form in his hand, and before he had gone far, he heard several teachers talking behind him. The office door wasn't closed properly, and their voices drifted out through the crack.

"Hey, Ms. Wang, wasn't that Chen Zhi, your class monitor, just now?" a female teacher from the next class gossiped.

"Yes, that's him."

"I heard this guy's got a lot of luck with women." The female teacher lowered her voice, her tone full of sarcasm. "That Lin Wanwan, and that Li Zhiyi, they seem to be his childhood sweethearts? Two of the school's most beautiful girls are both vying for his attention."

"You bet." Wang Qian's voice sounded somewhat helpless, yet tinged with pride. "That kid is a real troublemaker. That's why I was careful when arranging the seats."

"How were they arranged?"

"I placed Chen Zhi in the bottom right corner of the classroom and Lin Wanwan on the far left, keeping them worlds apart. Then I put Li Zhiyi in the top left corner of the classroom."

"Wow, Teacher Wang, you've really broken up this loving couple!"

"It's not over yet," Wang Qian snorted. "I even specially arranged for Pei Ningxue to be his deskmate."

"Pei Ningxue? You mean that girl who's incredibly rich but has a really cold personality?"

"Yes. That girl is aloof and quiet, and being from a well-to-do family, she definitely wouldn't be interested in someone as irresponsible as Chen Zhi. Placing her next to Chen Zhi can both keep his temper in check and act as a shield to prevent other boys from bothering her in class. That's called fighting fire with fire."

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Chen Zhi already has two such beautiful childhood sweethearts, he can't possibly go after his deskmate too, can he?"

Chen Zhi hummed a little tune as he returned to the classroom.

Morning reading had ended, and the first class hadn't started yet; the classroom was noisy. Chen Zhi strode up to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser, and slammed it down on the desk twice.

"Slap! Slap!"

Chalk dust flew everywhere.

"Quiet down, I need to talk to you about something."

The eyes of the entire class immediately turned to him.

Chen Zhiyang waved the registration form in his hand and cleared his throat: "Well, the annual school sports meet is about to begin. This is the time to showcase the spirit of Class 3, Grade 7, and also a time for everyone to sweat and burn with youthful energy."

A few scattered claps rang out from the audience, but most people seemed uninterested.

"Pshaw, let whoever wants to run run, it's so hot."

"Squad leader, please spare us, my old arms and legs are too weak."

Chen Zhi had anticipated this reaction. He wasn't in a hurry and smiled as he threw out the bait.

"Sister Qian said that although participation is the most important thing this time, the class committee has decided to use part of the class funds to purchase logistical supplies for all participating athletes."

Upon hearing the words "class funds," half of the audience's eyes lit up.

"The so-called logistical supplies," Chen Zhi deliberately drawled, "includes but is not limited to iced cola, Red Bull, and sports drinks, as well as various imported chocolates, potato chips, and beef jerky. Everyone who signs up, regardless of whether they win a prize or not, will receive a share, and there will be plenty."

"Holy crap! Really?"

"Our class monitor is so magnanimous!"

"I want to sign up! I want to sign up for the 100 meters!"

The once lifeless classroom instantly erupted in excitement.

Chen Zhi nodded in satisfaction, then pressed on, "Of course, some projects are indeed quite demanding. To set an example for everyone, I've decided..."

He paused for a moment, scanned the entire field, then picked up the chalk and wrote the two large characters "Chen Zhi" in a flourish after the column "Men's 5000 meters" on the blackboard.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then a gasp of surprise erupted.

"Wow, class monitor, that's awesome! Five thousand meters? Is that even a human race?"

"That's tough! I get out of breath after running 800 meters, wouldn't I die on the track after running 5000 meters?"

"The squad leader is a real man!"

Lin Wanwan frowned as she looked at the words on the blackboard, muttering under her breath, "What's with the show-off? Five thousand meters, you might as well exhaust yourself."

Chen Zhi tossed aside the chalk, dusted off his hands, and said, "Alright, I've tackled the toughest part. The rest is up to you all. Like I said, participation is key, but our Class 3 can't be cowards, can we?"

With Chen Zhi, the "5,000-meter hero," leading the way, and the lure of snacks, everyone's enthusiasm increased significantly.

"Sports committee member! Sign me up for the long jump!"

"I'll run the 400-meter relay!"

"Count me in for the shot put!"

Chen Zhi took the form and walked down from the podium, going straight to the Sports Committee's seat.

He was happily munching on a bag of spicy strips when Chen Zhi approached. He mumbled, "Squad leader, what's wrong?"

Chen Zhi smiled and slammed the form on his desk: "Gangzi, everyone's so enthusiastic, as the sports committee member, shouldn't you do something too?"

A sense of foreboding washed over Zhao Gang: "What does this mean?"

"Look, I signed up for the 5000 meters. You're the sports committee member, with such good physical fitness, you can't just sign up for the 100 meters and call it a day, can you? That would be so embarrassing."

Chen Zhi put his arm around Zhao Gang's shoulder, acting like they were best buddies, but his finger pointed precisely to another empty column on the form, "I think this 3,000-meter section would be perfect for you."

"Cough cough cough!"

Zhao Gang nearly choked on the spicy snack, his face turning a deep purplish-red. "No way, squad leader! Three thousand meters? That'll kill you! I can't do it, I really can't! I almost die running a thousand meters!"

"How can a man say he can't?" Chen Zhi's face hardened, and he began to use moral blackmail. "Look, Lin Wanwan signed up for the 800 meters, and Li Zihan... well, Li Zihan, even though she's crazy, signed up for the high jump. You, the sports committee member, can't even run the 3000 meters. How are you going to convince everyone? How are you going to lead everyone in fitness?"

"But……"

"No buts." Without waiting for a reply, Chen Zhi picked up a pen and filled in "Zhao Gang" in the 3,000-meter column. "It's settled then. I'll give you two extra bottles of Red Bull and a bag of spicy chips."

Zhao Gang looked at the name that had already been written down, and felt like crying.

"Alright, stop looking like you're going to your execution." Chen Zhi patted his head. "Go for a morning run with me these next few days, I'll train you. I guarantee you'll be able to do fifty push-ups after running three kilometers."

Having settled things with the sports committee, Chen Zhixin returned to his seat, satisfied.

With panda eyes, Li Zihan glanced sadly at the class arguing fiercely over registration, then looked at the book "Dragon Raja" in her hand. A wave of sorrow washed over her; human joys and sorrows are not shared.

He turned his head and continued to promote his product to the student at the next table: "Hey bro, do you know Erii...?"