We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Wow, Lao Bai, you're a real god! If it were me, I'd probably just swallow my anger and wait for the storm to pass by itself."

"Didn't you say you were going to commit suicide in front of them and leave them with psychological trauma?" Zhao Feng joked from the side.

"I was just joking, you guys actually believed me?" Yang Kun scratched his head.

"I believe you." Jiao Yong looked up.

"I believe it too." Feng Wanli pushed up his glasses.

"Alright, alright, you guys better not sleep too soundly tonight," Yang Kun said, feigning fierceness.

"I hope what you're stabbing me with is a knife, not some other weird thing."

"Hahaha."

I feel that the boys' dormitory is more harmonious. Whether they have good grades or bad grades, they can chat together. Maybe it's because there are only six boys, so they cherish sticking together for warmth and support.

"By the way, are No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School coming to our school next week?"

"Yeah, it feels like the principals of the three schools could form a sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden," Zhao Feng joked.

"Or we could merge the three schools into one and call it Pingyang No.1 Middle School Cuiping Campus."

Li Mubai was also a little puzzled. He had just visited No. 1 Middle School on April 1st, and only a month later, two other schools came to their school. Did they have to visit No. 3 Middle School next month?

Well, I should focus on my studies first. After all, the midterm exams are this week, and his ranking dropped a few places in the last joint exam between the three schools...

"Associate, associate."

"I've finished writing!"

"Stable, stable."

"I've finished writing it again!"

Li Mubai glanced at Chen Qiuhe, who was frequently raising her hand, and said:

"I haven't finished writing yet, take your time."

"Why are you acting like an old man, always a step behind? Time waits for no one, Li Mubai. Today is Wednesday, and the exam is the day after tomorrow, Friday."

Their examination system has undergone a major change; Thursdays are no longer the examination time, and Saturdays are now the examination time.

The school euphemistically calls it "adapting to senior year life in advance," but in reality, it's to avoid encroaching on teachers' class time.

Fortunately, a sliver of humanity remained, and they didn't fill the entire weekend with exams.

"Slow down, that's fine," Xie Shu said calmly.

"Waaaaah, Shu Bao, you're being unfair! Putting aside your relationship with Li Mubai, he and I are both your students!" Chen Qiuhe deliberately feigned a sob.

"I'm not being biased. I'm just saying that writing too fast can easily lead to mistakes. Look at this word; because you were rushing, you missed a letter. You can't just focus on speed during an exam."

Chen Qiuhe stuck out her tongue, then immediately pressed for an answer:

"How was it, Shu Bao? Who was better at the dictation test, me or Li Mu Bai?"

Her damn competitive spirit.

"Let me see." Xie Shu picked up Li Mubai's dictation notebook. "Li Mubai got one more right than you."

"Actually, I should be the same as him in terms of something. There's one thing I clearly remember: I wrote too fast and forgot it!" Chen Qiuhe began to argue.

"Then you should misspell a word in your college entrance exam, then go and tell the teacher who's grading the paper, and see if he'll give you any points." Li Mubai mercilessly exposed his argument.

"You only surpassed me once, and you're still trying to climb higher. Why don't you compete with me in English composition?" Chen Qiuhe said unconvinced.

"Um."

Li Mubai nodded. Of course, it wasn't that he wanted to compete, but rather that the grammar lesson was over and it was time to practice English composition.

Looking at the three of them getting along so well, Deng Yi suddenly felt a little lonely. Unlike Li Mubai and Chen Qiuhe, she didn't need English tutoring; the only subject she needed extra help with was math.

Well, as long as Shu Bao is happy, that's all that matters. Since the second year of high school, Xie Shu's expressionless face has finally become a little more lively.

Perhaps she could say: "Miss hasn't laughed like this in a long time."

She chuckled inwardly, then put down her pen, stood up, and idly glanced at the bookshelves in the literary society's activity room.

Selected works by members of the Qingfeng Literary Society.

She took out a copy of the school newspaper and read it aloud.

Autumn Guest's Ten Ancient Poems: Most literati have experienced the "literary youth syndrome," especially minors. Deng Yi silently complained about this pen name.

She didn't understand poetry; she just glanced at a few lines. Although her pen name was pretentious, the poems were surprisingly down-to-earth and didn't feel exaggerated.

The gaze continued downwards.

A poem about spring islands.

Chunyu? What a strange pen name. She looked back at the previous author.

"Shubao, are those two a couple?"

Which two?

Deng Yi walked over with the school newspaper in her hand.

"These are the two. One is named Chunyu, and the other is named Qiuke. They sound like a pair. Of course, they could also be good friends, but they are definitely related."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mubai paused slightly as he wrote his essay.

"They're a couple."

"Haha, it seems my sixth sense is quite accurate."

"Chunyu?" Chen Qiuhe stopped writing, looked up and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "It sounds a bit like Stupid Fish."

……

"Students, have you prepared all the seal carving tools I asked you to?"

"Ready."

"Before we begin seal carving, let me mention a few key points and precautions. First..."

Before the teacher could finish speaking, some students had already started working on the stones in their hands.

Li Mubai patiently waited for the teacher to finish explaining everything before starting, so as not to make a mistake due to carelessness, which would waste a stone.

It seems that everyone is carving their own names in traditional Chinese characters, and they have printed or written the traditional characters on a piece of paper.

He glanced at his deskmate Wang Rui, and damn it... he only managed to see the grass radical before Wang Rui immediately covered his face with his hand and looked at him warily.

"You didn't carve your own name?"

"No." Wang Rui paused for a moment, then leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

Is Xie Shu's name engraved?

Li Mubai was slightly taken aback, not because he hesitated about whether to carve it or not, but because he was thinking about which two words to carve.

As if struck by a flash of inspiration, he first wrote down the traditional Chinese characters he wanted to carve on a piece of paper before starting to carve.

The next second, a flash of inspiration struck him. He picked up a pen and wrote down the traditional Chinese characters he wanted to carve on a piece of paper, and then began to carve.

The first character was carved fairly smoothly, but the second character had too many strokes, and he used too much force, ruining a piece of stone and having to replace it with a new one.

"Haha, I have completed the seal and can now command the world!" Chen Qiuhe laughed triumphantly after finishing the last stroke.

Li Mubai looked up and saw her proudly displaying the seal stone she had carved, and then stamping it onto paper with ink.

"Why are they simplified characters?" Li Mubai asked, puzzled.

"Traditional characters are too difficult to carve. In the new era, of course we should use simplified characters. Is that not acceptable?" Chen Qiuhe said confidently.

"Okay, but... why is it printed backwards?"

Chen Qiuhe looked down at the paper, then compared it with the seal stone, and only then did she belatedly realize:

"Oops! I engraved it backwards, it should have been engraved backwards! Why didn't you remind me? You're 90% responsible!"

Li Mubai ignored it and focused on carving again. He was extremely serious, not only to carve the shape but also to make it neat and beautiful.

When he carefully finished the last stroke, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, everyone was busy with their own work. He quietly dipped his brush in ink and stamped it on the paper—Spring Island.

Barely passed.

"Have you finished carving?" Xie Shu's voice suddenly rang out.

Li Mubai looked up and met her clear gaze.

"It's finished."

"Here, take this." She handed over a completed seal stone.

"I also carved one... for you." He lowered his voice so that no one could overhear.

"Thank you." Xie Shu smiled slightly, her gaze naturally falling on the seal stone in his hand.

Li Mubai also looked at the words she had carved for him—Autumn Guest.