During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

Ding-ding-dong! The school bell rang.

At the same time, a figure rushed into the classroom, jogged across the aisle, sat down next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and complained, "My older brother didn't have time to take me, so I had to run all the way here and almost got late."

This boy, named Chen Yuansong, was from a well-off family and was chubby and fair-skinned. Seeing that he didn't reply, Chen Yuansong glanced at him and whispered, "I brought three chicken legs today. I'll share one with you at lunch. But we'll have to heat up our food later, otherwise those guys will cause trouble again."

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow, continuing to appear indifferent.

Chen Yuansong's eyes, rounded by his fat face, darted around, and he nudged him with his elbow: "I'll sell you your poem for twenty coins."

Which one?

"It's that song, um, 'You're as quiet as moonlight on paper.'"

Song Beiyou glanced at him and asked, "Who are you buying it for?"

Chen Yuansong narrowed his eyes, gave a lewd smile, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My dad said Shen Wanqing's family is very rich, and he told me to try to get closer to her."

Song Beiyou gave a thumbs up: "Your father was truly farsighted. However, she definitely won't like that poem."

Chen Yuansong blinked, surprised, and asked, "Why?"

"Because I just read it to her?"

"Huh?" Chen Yuansong's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a duck egg.

The first class was Chinese literature, but Song Beiyou completely ignored it, not retaining anything until the teacher's blue cloth robe swept past the door frame and left, at which point he realized that get out of class was over.

Suddenly, a unique fragrance of a young girl wafted over. Song Beiyou looked up in surprise and saw a girl in a short jacket and black skirt standing beside him. Her two braids flowed like streams, and her big eyes stared at him: "Come out with me." She turned around, her hair twirling to reveal her thin back, and walked out the door. With her was another girl with short, ear-length hair.

Chen Yuansong swallowed hard, staring longingly at Shen Wanqing's retreating figure. His eyes then turned back to her, as if to say, "Give me this chance."

Song Beiyou sighed inwardly, ignoring the chubby boy, and followed him straight ahead. The three of them walked one after the other without saying a word, until they reached a corner under an osmanthus tree, where the two in front stopped.

The short-haired girl's eyes darted back and forth over him, as if she were looking at something extraordinary.

Song Beiyou glanced back at her, then asked Shen Wanqing, "Is there something you need?"

Shen Wanqing's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she looked up and said, "Wen Yiwen, don't fight with Wang Jiahao and his gang. You can't beat them. I'll pay your membership fee."

Song Beiyou gave a gentle smile: "Thank you, but it's alright."

The short-haired girl next to him immediately became displeased upon hearing this and scolded, "Wen Yiwen, how can you be so ungrateful? Don't you know who's behind Wang Jiahao and his group? Even the instructors don't dare to mess with them, how could you? Don't think you can get away with just learning those rudimentary skills."

Song Beiyou shook his head: "I know you mean well, but I will handle this."

Shen Wanqing sighed and pursed her lips, "Why...why are you so stubborn?" A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she lowered her head and whispered, "I really like your poem. I'll pay for it for you; consider it as me buying your poem."

Looking at the shy demeanor of the girl in front of him, Song Beiyou felt a stirring in his heart, as if he had returned to his youthful days. He laughed heartily and said, "Then you can pay for me tomorrow."

Shen Wanqing met his eyes and felt her heart race. Her face flushed red to the roots of her ears, and she quickly lowered her head, saying, "Then I'll go first."

The short-haired girl chuckled, "You're smart, kid. You should know that my Wanqing's family is incredibly wealthy; her father is one of the top ten industrialists in Jiangzuo. If you treat my Wanqing well in the future, maybe the family fortune will be yours."

Shen Wanqing, who had only taken a few steps, felt her face burning. She turned around, grabbed the short-haired girl, and said angrily, "Axiu, shut up! Wen Yiwen, I'm sorry, Axiu is talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

"It's alright." Song Beiyou watched the two girls run away, his smile slowly fading. He looked up at the third floor and met a pair of cold eyes across the distance.

In the original timeline, it was inevitable that Wen Yiwen's poem would be read aloud in public, so Shen Wanqing's reaction was also predetermined. That man's eyes just now were filled with murderous intent; was it because of Shen Wanqing?

Classes hadn't started yet, so Song Beiyou walked to the pond in front of the teaching building, scooped up a handful of water, and seeing that no one was paying attention, secretly concentrated.

In a short while, the water droplets that had leaked out started to rise into white mist, and gradually, a blue ice crystal the size of half a fingernail condensed in the middle.

Just then, several students walked over, and he quickly grabbed them, then walked away as if nothing had happened, but his spirit was greatly depleted.

This was Wen Yiwen's superpower: controlling water to turn it into ice. However, his current ability was limited, and he could only condense this small amount of ice shards at most. Feeling the coldness in his palm, he pondered that this ability seemed to allow him to generate freezing air himself before freezing the water into ice. A divine light surged in his eyes, and the ice in his palm quickly melted. He activated his ability again, and this time, at his will, the ice condensed into an ice needle.

"It seems that I have the physical enhancement from the inherited mask, making it much easier to use than for Wen Yiwen."

Song Beiyou suddenly understood—this was superpower! He clenched his fist and punched forward, the force of the punch containing a chilling aura. He was overjoyed; wasn't this adding a freezing effect to his attacks?

"I seem to have a superpower enhancement talisman." With a thought, the Book of Impermanence flew out, and sure enough, there was a two-foot-wide talisman in the interlayer, "Superpower Mask Enhancement Talisman - Round One".

"After the upgrade, witness the power of my Heavenly Frost Fist!"

"Hey student, what are you doing here during class!" A sudden, authoritative reprimand jolted him out of his reverie.

……

Nothing happened all morning. Song Beiyou sat in the classroom feeling drowsy until he heard the lunch break bell, which finally cheered him up.

Chen Yuansong took out the enamel lunchbox like a thief, opened the lid, took a sniff, and said with a smile, "It smells good! Come on, let's go to the cafeteria to heat up our food, and I'll share one with you."

Smelling the aroma, Song Beiyou was indeed hungry. He immediately took out the black ceramic box from his bag and followed Chen Yuansong out of the classroom.

The two followed the flow of people toward the cafeteria at the back. The cafeteria had large steamers specifically for students who brought their own lunches to heat their food. Of course, there were also freshly cooked, high-quality dishes, but those were only affordable for the wealthy; someone like Chen Yuansong wouldn't dare go there every day.

The two lined up, placed their lunchboxes into the steamer, and waited for fifteen minutes. When they took them out, the food was steaming hot. Song Beiyou lifted the lid of the ceramic box; inside were two flatbreads, a sweet potato, and a small salted fish.

Seating in the cafeteria was limited, so Chen Yuansong pulled him to the nearest corner, and the two squatted down to eat.

"No...oh no, they're here!"

Song Beiyou was about to enjoy a chicken leg when he looked up and saw four or five people surrounding him, including Wu Yaowei and Wang Jiahao from his class.

"Wen Yiwen, we've been waiting for you for ages. You're quite good at hiding."

Chen Yuansong's face paled, and he quickly covered his lunchbox, getting up to leave. Wang Jiahao swaggered over and stopped him, saying, "Little Fatty, what delicious food are you eating?"

Song Beiyou stepped forward to block Wu Jiahao, picked up a chicken leg, took a bite, and then asked, "What do you want?"

Chen Yuansong's small eyes widened in disbelief, but he was also deeply moved. Ah Wen was truly a loyal friend.

Wang Jiahao felt a chill run down his spine from Song Beiyou's indifferent gaze. He took two steps back and turned to say, "Brother Cao, see? This kid is really strange. I wasn't wrong."

A burly figure, a head taller than the man, stepped forward. His eyes were hidden in shadow beneath his student cap. He chuckled and said, "You really seem like a different person. Wen Yiwen, the student council president is looking for you. Come with us."