We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

How do I solve this problem?

Li Mubai was racking his brains over a math problem.

Should we ask other people?

Li Mubai opened his QQ app and found the group for Class 3 of Grade 11. The group owner was Wu Changguo, and the administrators were Xie Shu, Xie Shu, and some other class committee members.

Take this opportunity to add Xie Shu.

The thought popped into Li Mubai's mind. He hadn't added Xie Shu's contact information yet, and he figured the class monitor and vice-monitor would probably have a lot of contact in the future, he told himself.

He opened Xie Shu's personal page. Her page was very clean. Her name was Xie Shu, and her profile picture looked like a crescent moon in the night.

Li Mubai hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't send a friend request.

Forget it, let's ask Feng Wanli instead.

After sending a friend request to Feng Wanli, Li Mubai waited quietly, thinking that perhaps the vice class monitor should add all the class committee members first.

"Ding-dong!"

A friend request popped up on my phone.

"Qinghe requests to become your friend."

Li Mubai clicked "agree".

Qinghe: "oi, oi, how do I do this problem? [jpg.]"

Li Mubai zoomed in on the image, which turned out to be a poem appreciation exercise, asking what thoughts and feelings the author was conveying.

Li Bubai: "Didn't I teach you last time? When asked about thoughts and feelings, try to apply them to the context of patriotism, homesickness, and feeling unappreciated. See if you can fit them in."

Qinghe: "I know, but I can't understand poetry."

Li Bubai: "...Damn foreigners, they dared to impersonate Chinese and sneak into our school."

Qinghe: "[Angry jpg.]"

Li Bubai: "I haven't done the Chinese language assignment yet. What kind of poem is it? Send it to me."

Then Chen Qiuhe sent another picture.

He clicked on the picture, which was Huang Jingren's "Sixteen Poems of Longing (No. 14)". Why would this one be included? Li Mubai wondered, could it be that the person who set the question had included his own personal favorite?

Li Bubai: "This poem reflects the poet's pain at being unable to see his lover. The last line expresses the poet's worry about whether his lover will still be as charming as before when they meet again in the future."

Qinghe: "I see, thank you!"

Li Bubai: "You're welcome."

Qinghe: "Then you're welcome."

Li Bubai: "? I was just being polite. I could say you're welcome, but you can't refuse to thank me."

Qinghe: "Hehe, time to do my homework."

"Travel Ten Thousand Miles" has accepted your friend request.

Li Mubai greeted him first, then sent him a picture of the math problem he couldn't solve.

It was already ten o'clock when Li Mubai finished his math homework. After a quick wash, he lay in bed and started reading.

"Ding-dong!"

Who is it again? Disturbing his reading deserves death!

Li Mubai picked up his phone.

Yan Shu: "How do you interpret the line, 'After ten years of wandering, is it possible to meet your old sweetheart again?'"

Li Mubai had a question in his mind: Wasn't this the last couplet of the poem just now? Could Yan Shu also be a high school sophomore?

He didn't think about it further. Anyway, everyone was just online and they didn't know each other offline. Besides, there was no rule that the confession wall couldn't be run by high school students.

Li Bubai: "The *Helin Yulu* records a story about Hu Dan'an, who was banished for ten years. On his return, he drank at the Hu family garden in Xiangtan and wrote a poem: 'The Emperor's grace allows me to return and drink to my heart's content; beside me, a woman with dimples on her pear-shaped cheeks stands.' This refers to the courtesan Li Qing, and it speaks of affection. But Huang Zhongze uses the allusion in reverse here: ten years later, when they meet again, are the dimples still there? Can their old feelings be rekindled?"

Yan Shu gave him a thumbs up.

In fact, Huang Zhongze also has another well-known saying: "Nine out of ten people deserve to be looked down upon, and scholars are useless in a hundred ways."

Seeing that there was no further news, Li Mubai continued reading his book.

During class, time always seems to slip by, like a slow, clumsy snail, but during breaks, it goes by so quickly that a weekend is over in the blink of an eye.

On Sundays, students voluntarily return to Pingyang No. 6 Middle School for evening self-study.

Li Mubai's father usually drives him back to school, but today his mother came along too, and Li Mubai sat in the back playing on his phone.

Qinghe: "Time flies! Another week of hard classes is about to begin."

Li Bubai: "Learning makes me happy."

Qinghe: "I order you to blow up the school."

Li Bubai: "I am the vice class monitor of Grade 11 (3)! Not you. I am the second-in-command of Grade 11 (3)!"

Qinghe: "Don't you still have Wuchang fish and Xie Shu on your head?"

Li Bubai: "Regardless of the size of the position, it is all about serving the students."

Qinghe: "It's now a combination of offense and defense."

Li Mubai smiled.

"Xiaobai, who are you chatting with? You seem so happy." Li's mother, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly asked.

"No, I just came across some funny videos."

"That's good. Don't even think about dating while you're at school, it'll interfere with your studies. Also, try to use your phone less. I gave you a phone so it would be easier to contact you."

"understood."

"Your father and I are not very educated, we just hope you can get into a good university and not have to do manual labor like us."

"OK."

"We were busy with business before and didn't pay attention to your brother's studies. Now he's gone to work in a factory outside, and he's blaming us for being biased and doesn't want to come back. We don't have any demands on him, we just hope he's doing well out there."

"Who cares? He's a good-for-nothing," said Li's father.

When his brother was mentioned, Li Mubai fell silent. He and his brother had a good relationship when they were young, but they gradually became indifferent as they grew up. Just as Li's mother said, his brother would sometimes complain that Li's parents favored Li Mubai, and Li Mubai did not understand why this was the case.

Upon arriving at the back gate of the school, Li Mubai bid farewell to his parents.

"Xiao Bai, is three hundred enough? If not, just say so."

"That's enough, Mom and Dad, I'm going now."

Li Mubai slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed toward the school gate. A car was parked in front of the gate. He peeked at it and saw that the car logo was blue and white checkered, which looked like a BMW. He had heard that it was expensive. Li Mubai didn't know much about cars, so he didn't know exactly what kind of BMW it was.

He saw a girl with a single ponytail get out of the car through the back door. It was Xie Shu. What a coincidence.

He lowered his head, pretending not to see, and sneaked into the school.

"Xiao Shu, is that your classmate?" asked the middle-aged woman on the bus.

"Yes."

"You're quite shy, which reminds me of your dad back in high school..."

"Mom, I'm going to school now."

"Okay, go ahead. Remember to contact us if anything happens."

Li Mubai went back to his dorm first, while Zhao Feng and Yang Kun, who had already arrived, were still playing games on their phones.

"Hey, Lao Bai's here! Want to play some games together?"

"No, I don't want to play."

He used to play King of Glory, but there were always a few games where he didn't play well and was mocked by his opponents and teammates, so he found it boring and uninstalled it.

After putting down his schoolbag, Li Mubai went to top up his meal card. He topped it up with 200 yuan, keeping 100 yuan as change. He still had 43 yuan left from last week, which he could use to buy books.

There was already a queue at the card top-up area, so he walked towards the end of the line.