We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Hey, it seems like our school library is almost finished."

"Is Zun Du fake Du?"

Why would I lie to you? I saw it when I was taking a walk after dinner; it's quite new.

Li Mubai raised his head and looked at the two classmates who were chatting at the table in front of him.

Is the library almost finished? He had seen the construction site with scaffolding since he entered the school in his first year of high school. Two years have passed, and he wonders if his class will have the chance to go in and sit there.

He turned his gaze to the other end of the classroom, where Xie Shuan sat quietly by the window, the sunlight streaming in from outside, casting a soft halo around her profile.

Chen Qiuhe sat next to her, talking animatedly. Xie Shu nodded occasionally and chuckled softly. Deng Yi also leaned in. The three of them seemed to have their own quiet little world.

Li Mubai looked at the windowsill again. A summer vacation had passed, and the jasmine was still in bloom, its white petals trembling gently in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance.

He took a deep breath and looked away.

"Ahem." Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Li Mubai cleared his throat, stood up, and said, "Everyone, please hand in your summer homework to your respective subject representatives."

"Okay, class monitor," Yang Kun was the first to respond.

Some students had already handed in their homework to the class representative before Li Mubai even spoke.

Yang Kun handed his homework to Huang Lingling, then nudged Li Mubai: "Li Mubai, did you have fun during summer vacation?"

"It's alright."

Yang Kun glanced around furtively, making sure no one was watching, before lowering his voice and leaning closer: "How's it going with XS? Any...chewing?"

"..." Li Mubai glanced at him sideways, then turned back around expressionlessly.

"What does that mean?"

"Li Mubai, where's your math homework?" Huang Lingling suddenly asked.

"Here it is." Li Mubai took out a stack of test papers from his schoolbag, counted them, and handed them to Huang Lingling.

Huang Lingling took the paper and flipped through it, her eyes scanning the page a few times: "Your accuracy rate is quite high. What did you get on your last final exam?"

"Eighth in the class, I guess." Li Mubai said calmly, having long since lost the excitement he felt when the results first came out.

"Not bad! I came in seventh this time, right ahead of you. I'll have to work harder next time, or you'll overtake me." Huang Lingling raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Li Mubai smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

"I'm doing alright, why aren't you praising me?" Yang Kun leaned over.

"You're ranked last in your class, what do you want me to praise you for? Just don't drop any further down the list!" Huang Lingling rolled her eyes.

"Last place? No, no, no, I'm ranked forty-second in the class. Forty-second is higher than seventh and eighth, so I should be the better one." Yang Kun clearly had his own opinion.

"You're in your final year of high school, you'd better work harder! If it were a bottom-ranking elimination system, you would have been relegated to a regular class by now!" Huang Lingling said, exasperated.

"Impossible!" Yang Kun said firmly. "I believe Wuchang Fish will not give up on us poor students."

Zhao Feng suddenly coughed twice, and Yang Kun immediately shut his mouth. Wu Changguo had already arrived through the front door.

"Li Mubai, take a headcount and see if everyone is here," he instructed from the podium.

Li Mubai slowly stood up, his gaze moving from the first row to the second, fourth, sixth...

"Teacher, everyone's here."

Ring ring—

The bell rang, and the classroom fell silent; the noise outside also ceased.

Wu Changguo's gaze swept across the class, then he placed his hands on the edge of the podium, leaned forward slightly, and began to speak.

"Let's talk about a few things during the first evening self-study session of the senior year."

He paused for a moment, and the classroom was so quiet that the birdsong outside could be heard.

"First of all, summer vacation is officially over. From today onwards, you are officially entering your senior year of high school. Here, I would like to emphasize a few points..."

It seemed like a familiar topic, and Li Mubai began to space out.

"Early dating, bringing cell phones, daydreaming or spacing out in class, etc.," Wu Changguo's voice rose a few decibels, "are absolutely forbidden! The class committee members must supervise everyone and set a good example."

Li Mubai's thoughts returned to the classroom. He felt he had met every single one of these criteria, and he hadn't set a good example either. He looked up and found several pairs of eyes staring at him with veiled sarcasm...

He lowered his gaze and remained silent.

"The second thing is that starting next week, there will be weekly tests every Saturday. Everyone should be aware of this so that they don't run out of money for food on Saturdays."

"Hahaha."

Wu Changguo's joke eased the somewhat somber atmosphere.

"We'll still go back to school every Sunday as usual. But I suggest everyone come to the classroom early to study. You're in your final year of high school, so you need to be fully focused on your studies." His tone became a bit serious. "To be honest, for the students in our class who are ranked lower, getting into a top-tier university is still a long way off."

Wu Changguo's gaze swept around the classroom, finally lingering on Li Mubai for a moment before moving to Xie Shu at the other end of the classroom.

Then he took a deep breath and said something that surprised everyone:

"One last thing: during the next evening self-study session, half of our class will be studying on the fifth floor, and all future classes will also be held on the fifth floor."

These words were like a stone thrown into calm water, instantly causing an uproar in the classroom.

"Teacher, does that mean we're going to be divided into different classes?" Someone raised their hand, their voice filled with obvious nervousness.

"Yes, our top class will be divided into two humanities elite classes."

Whispers rose like a tide, and a sense of unease crept into Li Mubai's heart. But logically, the classes should be divided according to grades, with high-achieving students in one class and low-achieving students in another.

"Teacher, who will be assigned to the fifth floor?"

"Come on, turn on the multimedia."

Zhao Feng strode up to the podium, skillfully turned on the projector, and Wu Changguo pulled a table from the textbook, placed it under the scanner, and the class assignment list appeared on the white screen.

Li Mubai quickly looked up. Class 3, Grade 12, Xie Shu.

Xie Shu's name was prominently listed first, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased slightly. It seemed that she hadn't been assigned to another school.

His gaze quickly searched downwards, and one familiar name after another flashed before his eyes: Feng Wanli, Huang Lingling, Chen Qiuhe.

My heart felt like it was being slowly clenched by a hand, and my breathing involuntarily stopped.

As Yang Kun finished reading the last name, his heart sank to the bottom. Why was he the one assigned to another class?

"Teacher, why isn't my name on this list?" a girl asked, raising her hand.

"Those without names will be assigned to another class."

"Huh? I don't want to go to another class!"

The classroom instantly descended into chaos. Some students, unhappy about being assigned to another class, slumped over their desks with long faces; others, relieved to be away from their disliked classmates, couldn't suppress a smile.

"Don't worry, everyone. Most of the subject teachers for both classes are still the same, and there's no need to worry about the school showing favoritism," Wu Changguo reassured everyone.

"Teacher, should we rearrange the dormitories?"

"Need not."

A stroke of luck amidst misfortune...

The bell rang, and Yang Kun immediately said, "Oh no! Zhao Lao, you're going to another class."

"Damn it, we're already in our final year of high school, and they're still doing this. Aren't they afraid of affecting our studies?" Zhao Feng muttered under his breath.

"Since you're here, make the best of it. You should be as calm as I am." Yang Kun patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not like you're the one being assigned away, of course you're not worried!" Zhao Feng slapped his hand away, turned to look at Li Mubai, "Li Mubai, which class are you in?"

"I'm the same as you."

"I feel a little better now." Zhao Feng stood up and started stuffing books into his backpack. "Lao Bai, let's go check out the new class."

"Take care, and don't come back to us." Yang Kun waved to them.

Zhao Feng turned around and gave him an elbow strike. Yang Kun cried out in pain and clutched his stomach, collapsing onto the table.

Li Mubai also silently packed his things.

"Goodbye, Li Mubai. So we didn't even get to be deskmates for a semester." Huang Lingling turned around, waved to him, and smiled.

"Okay, goodbye." Li Mubai nodded and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

He glanced at Xie Shu's seat; neither she nor Chen Qiuhe were there.

She sighed softly to herself, then turned and walked towards the classroom door with Zhao Feng.

"Wait a moment, Li Mubai." Xie Shu and Chen Qiuhe were standing outside the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng tactfully patted Li Mubai on the shoulder and said in a low voice:

"I'll go first, I'll save you a seat."

Then he walked towards the stairwell.

"Li Mubai, wait a moment. I'll ask Teacher Wu if you can stay."

"It's alright, no need to trouble yourself." Li Mubai smiled. "It's just going to another class, not transferring schools."

"I'll ask for you." Xie Shu didn't respond to his words, only gave him a firm look, and turned to walk towards the office.

"Give it a try, what if it works? Then you won't have to move the books anymore." Chen Qiuhe shrugged.

Li Mubai stood in the corridor, watching Xie Shu's figure walk further and further away. He stuffed the stack of books in his hand into Chen Qiuhe's arms, said nothing, and quickly followed after her.