We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Thank you, class monitor," Li Mubai said gratefully.

……

"You're welcome, but Professor Yang is waiting for you in her office," Xie Shu said softly.

Ok?

When Li Mubai arrived at the senior high school Chinese office, Teacher Yang immediately asked him what calligraphy practice books he had been using recently, noting his obvious progress.

It turned out that Teacher Yang really did have something to discuss with him; he had thought it was just an excuse…

After returning to the dormitory from evening self-study, Yang Kun immediately asked:

"How's it going, Lao Bai?"

Li Mubai nodded.

He turned on his phone and saw that the QQ friend request that had been sent to him on Monday had been sent again.

"Hello, I'm Xu Yao. Can we be friends?"

Isn't there a way to contact him? Why are you asking him for it?

He thought about it for a while and finally accepted the friend request.

Xiao Yao: Hello!

Li Bubai: "Hello."

Xiao Yao: "Can we be friends?"

Q: If someone of the opposite sex wants to be friends with you after meeting you for the first time, what is their purpose?

Options: A. The other person genuinely wants to be your friend; B. The other person has ulterior motives towards you.

Who would become friends with someone they have no direct relationship with for no reason? Li Mubai's answer leans more towards the latter.

Li Bubai: "Sorry, I'm too busy with my studies to make friends."

This is already a fairly obvious rejection; if the other party is sensible, they should leave.

Xiao Yao: "It's okay, we can chat and get to know each other slowly."

Xiao Yao: "By the way, which class were you in in your first year of high school?"

……

He set the other person to "Do Not Disturb" and didn't reply. He'll let things cool down for a few days, and then the other person will probably lose interest in him.

The students started getting restless on Thursday morning, after all, the opportunity to skip classes and visit the school was just around the corner.

As the last math class was about to end, some students had already packed up their books and were preparing to cram, which immediately displeased Teacher Chen.

"Look at all of you, how restless you've become! The students from No. 1 High School are actually listening attentively in class. That's why you can't get into No. 1 High School."

"Even students from No. 1 Middle School don't need to visit their own school," Li Mubai thought to himself.

"Everyone turn to the page with the exercises at the back of your math book. We'll finish explaining before get out of class ends," Teacher Chen said, resorting to her usual tactic.

Everyone immediately deflated and sighed silently.

After the bell rang, Teacher Chen closed the classroom door, shutting out the noise outside, and continued lecturing.

"Alright, get out of class dismissed."

There was no sound outside the classroom. Li Mubai looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 12:20. Was there still food in the cafeteria at this time?

Helpless, Li Mubai packed his things and went to the convenience store to buy a cup of instant noodles to take back to his dormitory.

Most of the students in the school store are from Class 3. Teacher Chen, look, this is all your fault!

"Li Mu Bai!"

As Li Mubai finished paying and left the convenience store, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chen Qiuhe sitting at a four-person table next to the convenience store with Xie Shu and Deng Yi. She stood up and waved to him, signaling him to come over.

"Squad leader, uh—Deng Yi." He walked over and greeted him.

On the table, Chen Qiuhe and Deng Yi each had a self-heating hot pot in front of them, while Xie Shu had a self-heating rice.

"Mm." Xie Shu nodded gently.

"Hello," Deng Yi said.

"Come sit down." Chen Qiuhe patted the empty seat next to her.

"No, I'm going back to my dorm." Li Mubai waved his hand in refusal.

"It would smell terrible if we ate it back in the dorm." Chen Qiuhe even bought a bottle of Assam sencha milk tea.

The smell is strong? Yang Kun and the others probably don't mind, and they might already be eating it in their dorm room.

"Never mind, I'll just go back to my dorm."

If you sit down, one of the girls in the class might secretly give you the nickname "friend of women."

"Okay, goodbye." Xie Shu looked at him.

"Goodbye, squad leader; goodbye, Chen Qiuhe and Deng Yi."

Even without opening the dormitory door, Li Mubai could smell the aroma of instant noodles.

"You're here, have you eaten?" Yang Kun asked, turning his head as he picked up his instant noodles and saw the door open.

Li Mubai didn't say anything, but put the instant noodles in his hand on the table. Everyone else had also cooked instant noodles.

"Didn't you see Lao Bai holding instant noodles? Why ask such a stupid question?" Zhao Feng said.

"I'm just concerned about my roommates and classmates."

"Does my grievance need your concern?" Zhao Feng retorted.

"That doesn't seem necessary."

……

The afternoon classes seemed to be sped up, with the art class followed by a traditional Chinese painting class. Strangely enough, Li Mubai felt that his painting skills had improved, and he could paint an even better self-portrait next time.

Evening self-study ended, and Xu Yao was still sending him messages, but Li Mubai chose to ignore them.

Yan Shu: "Tomorrow, Class 3 of Grade 11 will be going to No. 1 Middle School."

What does this mean? Li Mubai couldn't figure it out.

Li Bubai: "I don't know which teacher is leading the group."

Only Zhong Jianjun and Xie Shu knew that he was also going. Wu Changguo did not announce it publicly in class, and given Xie Shu's personality, he would not talk about it with others.

Yan Shu: "The homeroom teacher of Class 3 should go."

Li Bubai: "That's true, but will the dean of students go? If he goes, things will be much easier for the senior students, since Director Zhong always comes to make us senior students do our morning reading."

The other party was silent for a few seconds before sending a message.

Yan Shu: "I don't know, let me ask someone else."

Don't know? Or are you deliberately hiding it?

Li Bubai: "No need to bother, anyway, high school seniors are already having a tough time whether or not the dean of students is in charge."

Yan Shu: "Hmm, did you receive your publication?"

"What publication?" Li Mubai asked, puzzled.

Li Bubai: "A publication?"

Yan Shu: "Submitting articles to provincial poetry and couplet publications."

Li Mubai remembered that he had filled in all the personal information himself and then sent it to the editor's email address.

Li Bubai: Not yet.

Yan Shu: "I've already received a delivery notification for mine, take a look."

Li Mubai checked his text messages and, sure enough, there was a delivery notification that had been shipped.

Li Bubai: "Got it, thank you."

Yan Shu: "You're welcome. Please take a look at this [jpg.]"

Yan Shu sent me a note from "Detailed Annotations on Du Fu's Poems":

"Spring stars shine on the thatched cottage," after the moon sets. "Stars grace ten thousand households," before the moon rises.

Yan Shu: "How do you explain this?"

Li Mubai inwardly sighed. He had encountered this problem before, but after racking his brains without finding a solution, he simply skipped over it.

Li Bubai: "Let me think. I encountered this problem before, but I couldn't figure it out, so I'll skip it for now."

Yan Shu: "Is it necessary to connect it with the preceding and following poems to understand it?"

Li Mubai searched for the original poem and immediately understood.

Li Bubai: "Yes, 'Spring stars shine on the thatched cottage' is because it is preceded by 'The forest breeze and the slender moon fall'; 'Stars grace ten thousand households' is because..."

He was a bit stubborn at the time. The annotation in the "Detailed Notes" only appeared in that one sentence, so he naturally assumed that it was the meaning implied in that sentence.

However, upon further reflection, it seems that Yan Shu's study of the "Detailed Annotations" to learn how to write ancient poems is equivalent to Xie Shu doing the same thing.

But he didn't seem to have seen Xie Shu create anything, not even in the school newspaper last time. The only work he had seen was in that publication.

As the president of a literary society, it seems unreasonable not to have any expertise in literature or produce any works of art.