We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

There were two lectures to attend from 9:30 a.m. to 12:00 p.m., so Wang Rui simply lowered his head and pretended to take notes and fell asleep.

"Making good use of the resources around you is also a way to take your learning to the next level."

After saying this, the teacher on stage suddenly smiled mysteriously and switched to the next slide.

"Let's ask a question: When you encounter a difficult problem, are you more willing to ask the teacher or your classmates?"

Li Mubai immediately began to think.

Ask the teacher? Because teachers generally have much deeper knowledge than students.

Ask your classmates? Because classmates are more approachable and convenient than teachers.

Unfortunately, the teacher on stage didn't give the students time to think. She glanced around and pointed in Li Mubai's direction.

They actually chose him? Li Mubai's breath hitched.

"You, the girl in the seventh row near the aisle, you answer this question."

A female classmate? Then it wasn't him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The people sitting behind him must be students from No. 3 Middle School.

"I should... ask everyone, whoever is more convenient or friendly." The girl's voice was a little soft, with a hint of nervousness in her tone, and it seemed somewhat familiar?

Li Mubai turned around and saw Shen Nianning.

The other person must be an introverted person like him, only extroverted with people they know well. It's really tragic that he was called up and publicly executed.

"Speak louder, student," the teacher said from the podium.

The teacher from No. 3 Middle School sitting in the first row immediately stood up and handed a microphone to Shen Nianning.

"Ask the teacher." It would have been better if she hadn't been given the microphone; she seemed even more nervous after being given one. So Shen Nianning simply gave a brief answer.

"Why is that?" The teacher on the stage seemed unwilling to let her off easily and pressed on with the question.

"Because the teacher knows more." After standing for a while, Shen Nianning gradually got used to it and was no longer nervous when she spoke.

"Please sit down. We'll find another male student to answer. You, the male student in front, can answer this question?"

……

Is there no way to avoid this?

"Ask my classmates," Li Mubai replied after a moment's hesitation.

"Male liberal arts students should act like men too. Don't imitate girls. Speak louder."

What could he do? The lecture hall was spacious; he couldn't very well shout out the answer.

Just as Li Mubai was getting ready to raise his voice, he was suddenly gently poked in the back. He turned around in confusion and saw Shen Nianning handing him the microphone.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"You're welcome," the other person replied softly.

"Ask your classmates." Li Mubai tapped the microphone lightly, and after confirming there was sound, he repeated his previous answer.

Why?

"Since teachers aren't always available, it's more convenient to ask classmates."

He was quite experienced in speaking in front of an audience, and although he was still a little nervous, he wasn't so nervous that he stammered.

"Please sit down."

Li Mubai sat down. In fact, his opinion was the same as what Shen Nianning had said in a low voice at the beginning: ask whoever was more convenient and friendly.

"Whether you ask your teacher or your classmates, it's just one way to learn, but as a teacher, I would suggest..."

The teacher on the podium didn't ask any more questions and continued explaining the sixteen ways to improve academic performance. The teacher from No. 3 Middle School slowly walked to Li Mubai's side and took the microphone off the table.

The students at No. 1 Middle School don't finish class until 12:10 PM, while the students on exchange programs finish ten minutes earlier. It's a real shame that they didn't get to experience the atmosphere of students scrambling for lunch at No. 1 Middle School.

The school also has two canteens. Students from the No. 3 and No. 6 schools are led to the second canteen by their teachers, while students from the No. 1 school are free to disperse.

To be honest, No. 1 High School is really big, its area is comparable to that of a university. I didn't even get to the second canteen until the bell rang.

"Xie Shu, Li Mubai," Wu Changguo called out.

"Each of you will receive one meal ticket. You should hand it to the cafeteria staff when you eat." After Xie Shu and Li Mubai walked over, Wu Changguo handed them two stacks of meal tickets.

Li Mubai glanced at it—a meal ticket for the second canteen of Pingyang No. 3 Middle School, valid only on March 3.

The No. 1 Middle School's second canteen has three floors. It looks like a new canteen, and everything is brand new. When you walk in, there is a small artificial rockery and water feature on one of the walls.

Further ahead is a notice wall displaying the weekly menu of the second canteen, showing even the types of oil and rice used.

Students from No. 3 Middle School and No. 6 Middle School were led to a window on the third floor to get their meals. There were also many students from No. 1 Middle School on this floor.

The food was actually similar to what I had at No. 6 Middle School—mostly home-style dishes. The only difference was that the auntie serving the food no longer had trembling hands and even smiled and asked if I had enough.

Li Mubai found a four-person table and sat down by himself. There was nothing he could do; most of the tables in the cafeteria were four-person tables, and some were six-person tables. Xie Shu and Chen Qiuhe's dormitory were sitting at a six-person table.

"Wow, Gou School is so generous this time. The auntie serving the food didn't even shake her hands. They even have fried chicken legs."

"Who knows? Maybe students from other schools are coming today, so we're just trying to save face and make the most of the day."

Two students from No. 1 Middle School sat at the table next to Li Mubai. They didn't shy away from complaining about the strange behavior in the cafeteria that day.

"Hello, may I sit here?"

Li Mubai looked up and saw Shen Nianning, who was holding a plate and standing diagonally across the table looking at him.

Is there nowhere to sit?

It seemed so. The entire floor was filled with the laughter of students. He glanced around and couldn't see a single empty table or chair. There were even quite a few students queuing up at the windows for food.

"Can."

Let's sit down then, as a way of repaying the other party for giving us the microphone this morning.

After receiving permission, Shen Nianning sat down. The other person sat diagonally opposite Li Mubai, and did not say another word, silently lowering his head to eat.

Li Mubai finished eating first.

Uh—should I just leave now? Or say goodbye?

The other person slowly stopped eating with their spoon, and then spoke:

"If you've finished eating, shall we head out?"

"Okay, goodbye then."

"goodbye."

Li Mubai helped the students from No. 1 Middle School collect their trays on his own. After that, he had free time. He could either go back to the lecture hall to rest or stroll around the No. 1 Middle School campus.

Since we're already here, we definitely have to see what the famous No. 1 High School is like. It's said that No. 1 High School also has an indoor heated swimming pool, but Li Mubai is a terrible swimmer.

When Li Mu Bai was a child, his father took him to a stream near their hometown to learn to swim, but he couldn't learn no matter what he tried, and even almost drowned. From then on, Li Mu Bai developed a psychological aversion to swimming.

There was a small shop next to the canteen. Li Mubai went in. It was called a small shop, but it was more like a small supermarket. It also sold braised dishes and some cooked food.

How can a high school student enjoy these things every day without becoming decadent and corrupt?

He bought a bottle of mineral water, walked out of the convenience store, and came to a building with a peculiar shape. The road sign in front of the building indicated that this was the Science and Technology Museum, and further ahead was the No. 1 Middle School football field, which was twice the size of the No. 6 Middle School football field.

Li Mubai remembered seeing a white courtyard on the way here, with a mountain on one side, a pond on the left, a stream on the right, and two stone bridges spanning the main gate.

He planned to go there and take a look.