The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The next morning

When Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan appeared at the classroom door at the same time, the previously noisy classroom fell silent for a second.

"Oh~~"

The shouts were perfectly synchronized, almost lifting the ceiling off the building. Several boys in the front row even excitedly slammed their fists on the table.

Lin Wanwan had never seen anything like this before. Her face flushed red to the roots of her neck. She lowered her head, hugged her schoolbag, and dashed back to her seat, burying her head in her arms and pretending to be dead.

Chen Zhi remained calm, carrying his backpack over one shoulder and walking straight to his seat.

"Brother Zhi! That's awesome!"

Li Zihan leaned closer to Chen Zhi with a sly grin: "I heard you met each other's parents yesterday? Or rather, a meeting between both sets of parents? Everyone in our class is saying that you two are officially dating, and you've even had your engagement party?"

Chen Zhi's eyelids twitched, and he casually stuffed his schoolbag into the desk: "Li Zihan, can't you fill your brain with anything other than mush? What engagement banquet? It was just that the two families happened to meet and had a casual meal."

"A casual meal?" Li Zihan clearly didn't believe it. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "The other classes are all talking about it. They're saying that Director Zhang acted as matchmaker on the spot, arranging your marriage from childhood, and you'll get your marriage certificate right after graduation. Brother Zhi, don't forget your brother when you go to the wedding banquet, I'll be watching you two..."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost." Chen Zhi interrupted him irritably, grabbing a Chinese textbook from the table and slapping it on Li Zihan's head. "The rumors are getting more and more outrageous. I'm the class monitor, a model student of the new era, embodying integrity and incorruptibility. Early romance? Doesn't exist, there's no way I'll ever have an early romance in this lifetime."

Li Zihan covered his head and chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, they went to the dean's office for mutual assistance. That's quite a lot of help."

Chen Zhi ignored him and glanced at Lin Wanwan, who was lying on the table pretending to be an ostrich. With her skin so thin now, how was she ever going to become a superstar in the entertainment industry?

……

The second day of the sports meet, with the competition halfway through.

The main focus of Class 3, Grade 7 is participation.

Only a few, like Chen Zhi, can win a prize. Most of the other events in Class 3 have been eliminated. Now, their task is to show off their snacks.

"Class monitor, the broadcasting station is urging us to submit our scripts." Sports committee member Zhao Gang, with half a sausage dangling from his mouth, ran over and mumbled, "Our class hasn't submitted our cheerleading scripts yet. If we don't, the broadcasts will be full of other classes' voices, and Sister Qian will get angry."

Chen Zhi was completely baffled.

That's why he didn't want to be the class monitor; there were too many trivial and annoying things to deal with.

"Alright, I got it, I'll take care of it." Chen Zhi waved his hand to send Zhao Gang away.

He completely forgot about it; he didn't even bring a pen and paper to write anything down.

Chen Zhi's eyes darted around, and his gaze fell on the headquarters of Class 2, Grade 7 next door.

The class monitor of Class Two was an honest boy who wore glasses and was engrossed in writing.

Chen Zhi smiled and leaned over, patting the other man on the shoulder in a familiar manner: "Hey bro, busy?"

The class monitor of Class Two was startled and adjusted his glasses: "Chen Zhi? Is something wrong?"

"I need to borrow a few manuscripts for an emergency." Chen Zhi grabbed a handful from his pile of manuscripts. "Your class can't finish reading them anyway, so lend us some."

"Hey, that's..." The class monitor of Class Two was about to say something when Chen Zhi had already swaggered back with the manuscript in his hand.

Back in his seat, Chen Zhi picked up the borrowed pen, preparing to change "Class 2, Grade 7" to "Class 3, Grade 7".

However, when he saw the contents of the manuscript, his pen stopped.

"What is this thing?"

The first picture: "Youthful energy shines through you, and the spirit of hard work takes root in your heart. Write your brilliance with sweat, and win applause with your strength. Keep going, you're the best!"

The second picture: "Look! Those colorful flags fluttering in the wind, that's..."

Chen Zhi frowned. Why did this writing style seem so familiar?

He flipped through the remaining pages, and the more he looked, the more something seemed off. They had copied the entire draft from Class 1, Grade 7!

"Am I not the only clever one?" Chen Zhi was speechless.

He then went to Class 4 of the first year of junior high school and found that the class monitor of Class 4 was also holding the exact same manuscript, preparing to send it to the broadcasting station.

Chen Zhi stopped the class monitor of Class Four: "Dude, where did you get this manuscript?"

The class monitor of Class 4 said matter-of-factly, "It was copied from Class 1."

Chen Zhi: "..."

Case solved.

So, Class 2 of Grade 7 copied Class 1, Class 4 copied Class 1, and now he's copied Class 2.

"Fine, it's not just us anyway." Chen Zhi sighed, too lazy to change it any further.

Since everyone's rotten, let's see who's rotten with more confidence.

He tidied up the stack of revised class drafts in his hand, then got up and walked towards the broadcasting station next to the podium.

The broadcasting station was located in a small room to the side of the stage, with a long table placed at the door, specifically for receiving manuscripts submitted by each class.

At this moment, sitting behind the table in charge of reviewing and classifying manuscripts was Xu Min, the president of the student union.

Xu Min, dressed in a neat school uniform with her ponytail tied high, was quickly sketching with a red pen in her hand. Seeing Chen Zhi approach, she raised an eyebrow, put down her pen, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Hey, isn't this our school's star student, Class Monitor Chen?" Xu Min teased. "I heard that yesterday's battle won over all the parents? Now the whole school is saying that you two got engaged in Director Zhang's office, and Director Zhang was your witness."

Damn, how come the rumors are getting weirder and weirder?

Xu Min pointed to the pile of manuscripts next to her, which had already formed a small mountain: "Put them there, arrange them in order. There are so many manuscripts today, the announcers' voices are practically hoarse."

Chen Zhi looked in the direction she was pointing.

On the table were several stacks of manuscript paper, with the top stack belonging to Class 4 of Grade 7, and the stacks below belonging to Class 2 and Class 1 of Grade 7.

Chen Zhi casually picked up the manuscript from the top section and glanced at it.

"Youthful vitality blossoms in you, and the spirit of hard work takes root in your heart."

He then picked up the second class's paper.

"Youthful energy is radiating from you..."

Let's look at the bottom four classes.

"Youthful energy is radiating from you..."

Goodness, they didn't even bother to change the punctuation!

Chen Zhi's lips twitched violently.

If the materials are submitted in this order, the announcer will have to read the exact same content three times in a row.

Chen Zhi glanced at Xu Min, who was busy with her head down, and then at the pile of manuscripts. A thought flashed through his mind.

"Um, senior, I'm going to get a bottle of water over there." Chen Zhi pointed to the box next to her.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Xu Min didn't even look up.

Chen Zhi walked to the table and, using his body as cover, quickly worked on the stack of manuscripts.

Chen Zhi, quick-witted and agile, completely rearranged the entire order.

He put the third class's manuscript on top.

Then place the manuscripts from Class 2, Class 4, and Class 1 underneath in that order.

After doing all this, Chen Zhi clapped his hands nonchalantly, a satisfied smile on his face.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

If our class is the first to read it out, then we are the original creators.

As for the classes called Class 2, Class 4, and Class 1 that were read out later...

Sorry, brothers, don't contact me if anything comes up.

"Is it done?" Xu Min looked up and glanced at Chen Zhi.

"All done." Chen Zhi gave an OK sign and smiled innocently. "Thank you for your hard work, senior. Goodbye, senior."

After saying that, he turned and left, concealing his merits and fame.

Not long after I sat down in the stands, the school's loudspeakers broadcast the announcer's impassioned voice.

"The following is a submission from Class 3, Grade 7."

"Athletes of Class 3, the vitality of youth shines in you, and the spirit of hard work takes root in your hearts..."

When the students in Class 3 heard their class's script, although they thought the words were a bit corny, they still gave it a few rounds of applause as a gesture of respect.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair and took a sip of cola, keeping his accomplishments hidden.

Immediately afterwards, the sound came on the loudspeaker again.

"The following is a submission from Class 2, Grade 7."

"Athletes of Class Two, the vitality of youth shines in you, and the spirit of hard work takes root in your hearts..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Back at Class Two's headquarters, several students who were eating snacks paused and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This word... how come it's the same as the one used by Class 3?"

Before anyone could react, the announcement continued.

"The following is a submission from Class 4, Grade 7."

"Athletes of Class 4, the vitality of youth shines in you, and the spirit of hard work takes root in your hearts..."

Whispers began to ripple across the playground, and many people turned their gazes toward Class 4 and Class 2 with a hint of mockery in their eyes.

Finally, the main event is here.

"The following is a submission from Class 1, Grade 7."

"The athletes of Class One..."

When the announcer read "athletes" for the fourth time, the entire playground finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Laughter rose and fell in waves.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Is this some kind of parrot?"

"This is hilarious! Four classes in a row have the exact same article. Is this a mass-produced article?"

In the headquarters of Class 1, Grade 7, several girls responsible for writing the article turned green with anger. The girl who originally wrote the article was so angry that she almost broke her pen.

"We wrote it! They plagiarized! Why are they ranked ahead of us?!"

However, in this world of preconceived notions, explanations are often ineffective.

All everyone remembers is that the first word read out was "Class 3," and the rest were all repeated by the same person.

Chen Zhi sat in the main camp of Class 3, listening to the discussions of his classmates, and was in a great mood.

"Class monitor, our draft is pretty good. Look, other classes are copying it." Zhao Gang leaned over. "Although the words are a bit corny, the fact that other classes are copying us shows that we still have some talent."

"What a load of rubbish, we copied it too."

"..."