We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Let's go," Xie Shu said to him as she turned off the light.

Li Mubai nodded, glanced at Yang Kun who was carrying a trash bag, and held out his hand to him: "Yang Kun, give me the trash bag."

Yang Kun glanced at Xie Shu and waved his hand, "No need, you guys go first."

"I'll throw it away for you, as a way of thanking you for helping me before." Without waiting for a reply, Li Mubai took the trash bag directly from his hand.

"Alright, alright," Yang Kun replied helplessly. "Thanks then."

After saying that, he turned and disappeared into the stairwell.

"You're very helpful," Xie Shu said as he approached.

"without……"

Li Mubai smiled sheepishly. Actually, he also had his own selfish motives; he wanted to take the opportunity of throwing out the trash to walk with Xie Shu a little longer.

If we go to the playground, we probably won't have enough time, as the dorms lock up at 11 p.m.

"How are you doing in your new class?" Xie Shu asked as they walked side by side toward the garbage dump.

"It's alright." Li Mubai paused. "How about you? I saw a few students from other classes come to Class 3. Did no one bother you?"

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"No, now it's been split into individual tables for each person, but Chen Qiuhe is still sitting next to me."

Xie Shu glanced down at Li Mubai's left hand holding the trash bag, then looked away and quietly moved to his right.

The next second, a soft touch gently grasped his hand.

"Who is your new homeroom teacher?" Xie Shu asked calmly, as if he had just done something trivial.

Li Mubai gently tightened his grip and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Zhong Jianjun.

"Zhong Jianjun?" Xie Shu asked, puzzled for a moment. "He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Li Mubai pondered for a moment, unsure whether he was being deliberately difficult... Although he was much stricter, it was possible that this was just Zhong Jianjun's style of doing things.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xie Shu turned his head to look at him and said seriously, "If you are being harassed, you must tell me, and I will go and argue with him."

Li Mubai chuckled inwardly and gently rubbed her hand: "Xie Shu, I've noticed you seem to have become a bad person."

"Is there?"

"Yes, you patted me on the shoulder from behind this afternoon, and now you want to go and argue with the teacher. In my memory, you used to be a quiet and well-behaved student."

"That's all because of you." Xie Shu lowered his eyes, his voice a few decibels lower.

They arrived at the landfill. Li Mubai tossed the garbage bag out with a soft thud, and it landed steadily in a corner.

He looked around and, seeing no one else, gently pulled Xie Shu's hand away, drew her into his arms, and hugged her briefly.

Caught off guard, Xie Shu's body stiffened slightly. Before she could react, Li Mubai had already released her.

"Thank you, Xie Shu," he said.

"What are you thanking me for? Didn't we agree not to say thank you between us?" Xie Shu said, looking up at him. "By the way, where did you find your way out of the school last time?"

"It's nearby."

Seeing that Xie Shu was interested, Li Mubai led her to the low wall where he had climbed over before.

"It seems very dark outside. Are you alright?" Xie Shu asked with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"No, it's not actually that tall, and there's a grassy area outside."

If he had been injured, he wouldn't have gone to find Xie Shu at that time. It seems that Xie Shu has really become stupid, he thought to himself secretly.

Xie Shu reached out and touched the rough, low wall in the darkness, then withdrew her hand. She suddenly asked a question:

"Li Mubai, tell me, is love sweet or rotten?"

Li Mubai paused for a moment. He remembered that at the beginning, after they finished cleaning, Xie Shu came with him to throw away the trash, and they ran into a couple.

She had asked him the same question back then, and he stammered and didn't know what to say. Now, that couple has become themselves.

Before he could answer, Xie Shu hugged him tightly, just as he had done before.

"I think it's sweet," she whispered.

"Um."

The faint fragrance emanating from Xie Shu completely overpowered the stench of the garbage dump, but staying here for too long wasn't a good idea...

A bright light suddenly pierced the darkness, and Xie Shu immediately released his grip.

"What are you doing here?" A white light shone directly on them, followed by a stern question.

Xie Shu and Li Mubai simultaneously raised their hands to cover their eyes. Li Mubai's heart tightened for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

The man lowered the flashlight, and the light spread out, allowing them to see the person behind it: a patrolling teacher from the Ideological and Political Education Department, whose face was expressionless.

"Teacher, we just finished cleaning and came to the garbage dump to throw away the trash. We're about to go back to our dorm." Li Mubai tried to keep his tone as natural as possible.

"Throwing out the trash?"

The teacher looked at Li Mubai suspiciously, then at Xie Shu. Were the man and woman alone in a place without surveillance cameras really just throwing away trash?

"What grade and class are you in? What are your names?" the patrolling teacher asked.

"I'm Li Qiu from Class 1, Grade 12, and she's Xie Yu."

The patrolling teacher frowned, thought for a moment, and finally waved his hand: "Alright, hurry back to your dorms and rest, the doors are closing soon."

Li Mubai and Xie Shu nodded simultaneously and quickly left the darkness.

After walking a dozen steps, Xie Shucai spoke softly, "You're the one who's gone bad."

"Um?"

"You used to skip class by climbing over the wall, and now you've learned to lie to the teachers." She turned her head to look at him.

"That's all... because of you." Li Mubai returned her words verbatim.

Xie Shu stopped in her tracks. The white LED lights of the dormitory building shone down, seemingly reflecting in her clear eyes like shimmering water. She looked up at him quietly.

The students on the road were all rushing back to their dormitories; they didn't do anything.

"I'm leaving. See you tomorrow." Xie Shu withdrew his gaze, his voice very soft.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Upon hearing his reply, she turned and walked into the dormitory building. Li Mubai stood there for a moment, then turned and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

"Damn it! Our new homeroom teacher is Old Man Zhong! Old Man Zhong! He even makes us study in the classroom for ten minutes during breaks!" Zhao Feng complained loudly in the dormitory.

"Look, you're in such a hurry. He's just a retired veteran. He just has to sit in the classroom to study during the ten-minute break between classes. Did I say a word?" Yang Kun lay on the bed, crossed his legs, and spoke slowly.

"Damn it, it's not like you're in Class 18! How about we switch?"

"That won't work."

Li Mubai put down his schoolbag and, upon hearing the words "veteran soldier," looked at Yang Kun curiously: "Yang Kun, Zhong Jianjun served in the army?"

"Yeah, right." Yang Kun stroked his chin, pretending to think. "I think he joined the army sometime in the 1970s, and I heard he even saw combat. Isn't that amazing?"

"That's really impressive," Zhao Feng replied.

Having served in the army and been on the battlefield, no wonder coming to the 18th squad felt like entering a military camp.

"So why are we dividing students into classes?" Zhao Feng scratched his head, looking completely puzzled.

"I'll go ask," Yang Kun said, pulling out his old-fashioned mobile phone.

Li Mubai went into the bathroom, picked up his toothbrush and toothpaste, washed up, and climbed into bed.

Snapped.

The incandescent light bulb had just gone out when he got into bed at 11:30. He turned on the desk lamp and dimmed the light to begin reading "Pride and Prejudice".

"Brothers, we found out." Yang Kun lowered his voice, but his tone couldn't hide his gossipy excitement.

"Why exactly?"

Zhao Feng immediately got up, and Wang Rui also put down his pen. For a moment, everyone in the dormitory stopped what they were doing.

"Do you remember when I mentioned during summer vacation that someone donated money to our school for free?"

"I remember, is it related to this?"

"Of course it's related." Yang Kun lowered his voice and spoke quickly. "It was probably that person who made the suggestion, and then the school hit it off immediately. This is something the school is happy to see, as it can improve the college entrance examination pass rate without having to spend their own money."

After finishing his sentence, Takun added, "Of course, all of the above are just my speculations."

"Damn it, which idiot got tricked by the capital?" Zhao Feng cursed under his breath.

"Moreover, I bet the homeroom teacher and subject teachers in the elite class earn more than those in the regular class in private."

"Yang Kun, how do you know so much?" Li Mubai put down his book and asked in confusion.

"Because I have a relative who teaches at a school, and that's the situation at their school back then, but the money wasn't made public..."

dong dong!

Two muffled thuds were heard.

"Room 510, lights out and get some rest. Don't talk at night," the dormitory supervisor's voice rang out.

Yang Kun immediately shut up, and everyone went back to their own business: those who were supposed to sleep went to sleep, and those who were supposed to study studied.

So that's how it is... We really were set up by capital...