Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

It was still raining after I finished breakfast.

Lin Feng opened his umbrella, and Shen Yutong stood next to him. The two squeezed under the umbrella and walked towards the second teaching building.

Shen Yutong walked on the right, and Lin Feng walked on the left. Their umbrellas were small, and their shoulders bumped together from time to time.

Lin Feng's lips curled up. When the time was right, he took action and put his arm around her shoulder, tilting the umbrella closer to her.

Shen Yutong stiffened. "I have an umbrella. How about we each take one?"

Lin Feng tightened his grip on her arm: "No need, I want to play a game with you. What? Afraid someone will see?"

Shen Yutong feigned composure and said, "I... I'm single, what do I have to be afraid of?"

"Then let's play one."

In the lecture hall, the three companies sat together.

When Lin Feng and Shen Yutong went in, Zhang Wei had already reserved seats in the last row and waved to Lin Feng:

"Brother Feng! Over here!"

There were two empty seats next to him, and next to him was Li Mo.

Lin Feng sat down, and Shen Yutong sat down next to him.

Zhang Wei peeked out and secretly gave a thumbs up, while Lin Feng winked at him.

Shen Yutong realized she hadn't brought her laptop after sitting down.

She searched through her bag again and again, but found nothing.

She looked at a girl in the front row and asked in a low voice, "Did you bring any extra notebooks?" The girl shook her head.

Shen Yutong bit her lower lip, her brows furrowing slightly.

She had arranged to have lunch with Raymond Lam that morning, and deliberately wore light makeup to make it a little late, so she left in a hurry and forgot her notebook.

The instructor said yesterday that anyone who doesn't bring a pen or notebook today will have to stand in the back row and listen to the lesson. That's terrible!

At this moment, Lin Feng handed him his notebook and pen: "Use mine for now."

Shen Yutong took it, opened it, and found Lin Feng's military training diary inside. His handwriting was quite nice.

"Thank you. What are you going to do? The instructor said those who didn't bring their notebooks will be punished by standing in the corner."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sarcastic voice drifted from the back row: "Some people just pretend to be nice; if they don't have the ability, they'll just stand there!"

Zhao Meng sat in the third-to-last row, legs crossed, twirling a pen in his hand, with that smug smile on his face.

Several PE students next to him joined in the commotion, laughing quietly.

Lin Feng ignored him and turned to Shen Yutong, saying, "Who said I'm not capable anymore?"

After saying that, he took out his laptop from his bag, opened the lid, and turned it on.

The Apple's startup sound was a deep, powerful "thump," and its silver aluminum alloy body stood out among a pile of laptops.

All the students around looked over.

At that time, not many college students could afford laptops.

Lin Feng's is the latest Apple model. The silver-white casing gleams under the fluorescent lights of the lecture hall, and the keyboard backlight shines, with white light shining through the gaps in the keycaps.

"Holy crap, an Apple computer!" A bespectacled boy in the front row turned around and looked at it several times.

"How much does this cost?" someone asked from the side.

Shen Yutong answered for Lin Feng: "This is an Apple MacBook Pro, the latest model, imported directly from the USA. It must cost around 20,000 yuan, right?"

Raymond Lam casually remarked, "Nineteen thousand eight, less than twenty thousand."

The lecture hall erupted in chaos.

"Twenty thousand yuan for a computer? My family doesn't even have a desktop computer!"

"Does this guy own a mine?"

"He's probably a rich kid; ordinary families couldn't afford something like this. I think he also drives an Audi A6!"

"Damn! No wonder he's got so many girls around him, his looks speak for themselves!"

"Damn it, comparing yourself to others is just plain stupid."

"They're lucky with their birth; they're born with a silver spoon in their mouth. We can't compare."

Zhang Wei turned around and said to the people behind him, "My brother Feng earned his fortune through his own hard work. He owns an online entertainment center. Isn't that awesome?"

Someone responded with "Awesome!" and Zhang Wei turned back, satisfied.

Zhao Meng frowned and raised his voice, "The instructor said 'notebook,' not 'computer.' What are you pretending for?"

Lin Feng placed the computer on the table, swiped his finger across the touchpad, and opened Notepad.

He turned to look at Zhao Meng and said calmly, "A laptop is still a laptop. It can take notes just as well, and it's faster than handwriting. The time it takes you to write one page, I can type three. If you make a mistake, you have to cross it out and rewrite it, but I can just press the delete key. Times have changed, brother."

Zhao Meng's face flushed red and then turned pale.

Everyone had an expression that suggested they were enjoying the show.

Zhao Meng's lips twitched, and just as he was about to speak, the instructor walked in.

Sun Jianguo was wearing a raincoat, with water still dripping from the brim of his hat. He took off the raincoat and hung it by the door after entering the classroom.

He walked to the front of the classroom, glanced around, and was about to speak when Zhao Meng raised his hand.

"Instructor, someone didn't bring a notebook and is using a computer to take notes. Is that a violation of the rules?"

Sun Jianguo followed his finger and saw a silver-white laptop in front of Lin Feng.

At this moment, Shen Yutong stood up and mustered her courage to say, "Reporting, Instructor! Lin Feng brought his notebook; I didn't. He lent it to me. If there's to be a punishment, punish me!"

Lin Feng looked at Shen Yutong with a surprised expression.

Feeling the gaze of everyone present, Shen Yutong lowered her head, her face flushed. She now regretted standing up.

Sun Jianguo glanced at Shen Yutong, then at the others, all of whom were using paper notebooks.

Zhao Meng sat behind him with his legs crossed, a smirk playing on his lips, waiting to watch the show.

Sun Jianguo said calmly, "Although it's said that a bad pen is worse than a good memory, times are changing and technology is advancing. It would be even better if we had the means to do this. Please compile it into an electronic version and send me a copy later."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Meng and said, "Some people should just mind their own business and stop staring at others. It's not like their computers were bought with your money, so why are you worrying about it?"

Zhao Meng's lips twitched, and he thought to himself, "Damn it, he got away with it again."

The other athletes nearby also shrank back, their earlier bravado completely gone.

Sun Jianguo then looked at Shen Yutong, "Are you putting on a melodramatic act with me? Sit down and watch less Korean dramas in the future."

At that moment, Shen Yutong just wanted to find a hole to crawl into, so she sat down with her head down.

Zhang Wei lay on the table, his shoulders shaking, laughing so hard he dared not utter a sound.