We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Class monitor, vice class monitor, please distribute the Chinese answer sheets."

It has to be said that Zhong Jianjun is quite efficient; the test papers, which were given on Saturday morning, were graded and handed out during the evening self-study session on the weekend.

He's practically a superman...

Li Mubai continued working on his questions, while the vice class monitor walked over to him, placed an answer sheet down, and then left.

He picked it up casually, intending to fold it and put it in his desk as usual, but his fingers stopped abruptly when his gaze fell on the paper.

There were red pen marks indicating corrections; 124 points were written in the blank space in the upper left corner.

Li Mubai frowned slightly. His Chinese grades were getting lower and lower. He didn't know if it was because the grading was getting stricter or if he had simply been lax lately.

He paused for two seconds, then folded the paper and put it inside.

"After the seventh period tomorrow afternoon," Zhong Jianjun stood on the podium, his gaze slowly sweeping over the entire class, "the class monitor should organize the class to go to the auditorium and take their seats in an orderly manner according to the arrangements."

As soon as the words were spoken, the whole class fell silent. Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at each other in bewilderment. The class meeting had been moved to a different location? What were they going to do in the auditorium?

But no one dared to ask. Zhong Jianjun glanced around, seemingly with no intention of explaining, and then dragged a chair over and sat down.

"Continue studying. We'll start going over the test papers at seven o'clock."

Everyone lowered their heads, swallowed their questions, and refocused their attention on the assignment in front of them...

During evening self-study, Zhong Jianjun, holding the test paper, sternly criticized:

"In this exam, only four people in our class scored 120. What were the others doing?"

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on Zhao Feng:

"Zhao Feng, you tell us what the reason is."

Zhao Feng's lips twitched slightly, and he slowly stood up.

"Maybe... we didn't try hard enough."

"Maybe? A normal Chinese person would get at least 100 points in Chinese, right? What do you mean by getting 99?"

Zhao Feng lowered his head and remained silent, cursing inwardly that he was just a little unbalanced in his studies.

"sit down."

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sat down.

The atmosphere was slightly tense. Li Mubai noticed it was almost eight o'clock, and his standing up seemed somewhat provocative.

A few seconds later, the classroom seemed to quiet down. Li Mubai looked up in confusion. Zhong Jianjun was standing on the podium, as if waiting for him to stand up and leave.

Li Mubai stood up, and Zhong Jianjun didn't say anything, but just raised his chin slightly, indicating that he could leave.

He walked out of the classroom and heard Zhong Jianjun's hoarse voice again...

Xie Shu was already waiting for him on the first floor. She was always a little faster than him, which was unavoidable. She was on the second floor, and Li Mubai was on the fifth floor, but she was willing to wait for him anyway.

Thank you for your letter.

"Mm." She nodded gently, then lifted her leg and walked towards the library.

"Xie Shu, did your class receive the notice that we'll be having our class meeting in the auditorium tomorrow?" he asked.

"Received it, what's up?"

"What are they going to do? Our class didn't say."

"I'm going to attend a psychology lecture to relieve the pressure of preparing for exams."

"Oh—" Li Mubai suddenly realized that it didn't sound very interesting, so he and Xie Shu might as well study in the library.

Xie Shu slowed her pace to walk alongside him. She turned her head slightly, glanced at him, and then silently looked away...

As soon as the seventh period of history ended on Monday, Lin Xinle went to the podium and announced loudly:

"Everyone, line up in order of height at the classroom door, and don't leave yet."

Some students excitedly skipped a class, while others were memorizing notes, chattering away in the hallway.

Following the long queue, Li Mubai arrived at the auditorium. The screen on the stage showed the seating for each class, and a teacher was sitting there adjusting the equipment.

Class 18's seats were arranged behind Class 3's seats. He glanced around and found that Xie Shu was sitting in the first row.

Well, Li Mubai's plan to sit behind her was ruined, and he obediently sat at the back of Class 18 with Zhao Feng and Wang Rui.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Yuan Ying, your senior. I now run my own counseling center in Shanghai. I'm very excited and honored to hear that Principal Du invited me to provide counseling for you all. It's been more than ten years since I last entered this campus..."

Is it psychological pressure? Li Mubai looked at Xie Shu's back through the crowd. There were several rows between them. Without her glasses, Li Mubai probably couldn't see her.

His pressure was like a thick layer of dark clouds, neither a venting of a storm nor a clear, crisp autumn day.

When will the dark clouds disperse? The weather forecast didn't provide an answer.

"These are the methods I wanted to share with my juniors on how to relieve study pressure."

The older female student's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Finished?" Li Mubai looked up at the large screen behind the senior student; only twenty minutes had passed.

"Next, we'll do a little activity. Junior students, take out a piece of paper, secretly write down your wishes, fold them into paper airplanes, and in five minutes, we'll go to the playground to release them."

Paper and pen? Nobody told them to bring any.

Lin Xinle, who was in front, stood up, picked up a stack of papers, and began to distribute them.

Li Mubai looked at the blank paper in front of him, then glanced at Zhao Feng and Wang Rui on his left. They looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Did you bring pens?" he asked.

"No, I thought I didn't need it, so I didn't bring it," Zhao Feng replied.

"Wait, Zhang Qian brought some. The girls can borrow it from them when they're done." Wang Rui pointed to the girl next to him.

Alright, Li Mubai began to formulate his wishes.

"Little Li."

"noob."

"Li Mubai".

"Li Mubai, is someone calling you?" Zhao Feng nudged him lightly with his elbow.

"Hmm?" Li Mubai looked up.

Zhao Feng tilted his chin slightly to the right.

Li Mubai looked over and saw Lan Shiyu sitting across the aisle to his right, calling his name softly.

"Are you deaf? I've called you so many times."

"What?" Li Mubai didn't answer the question, but asked directly.

Do you have a pen?

"no."

"then."

A pen was thrown from behind at an angle, and Li Mubai almost missed catching it.

He uncapped the pen and wrote down his wish on the paper.

"Are you using it?" he asked Zhao Feng and Wang Rui, turning to them.

"No, Wang Rui has already borrowed a pen. I'll wait until he's finished using it," Zhao Feng waved his hand.

"OK."

Li Mubai returned the pen to Lan Shiyu.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?" Lan Shiyu asked, taking the pen.

"You're welcome." Li Mubai didn't even turn his head and sat back down in his seat.

Lan Shiyu pursed her lips and handed the pen back to Xu Yao, who was standing next to her.

The once empty stands on the playground are now filled with students.

"What did you write?" Li Mubai quietly approached Xie Shu.

"Hmm..." Xie Shu thought for a moment, "I can't tell you, it might stop working if I do."

Li Mubai chuckled to himself. He then looked at Chen Qiuhe, who immediately clutched her paper airplane as if afraid he would snatch it away.

"Hey juniors, I'll say three, two, one, let's all count down together, and then release our wish paper airplanes, okay?"

"good--!"

"Three...two...one!"

The azure sky was filled with countless white paper airplanes, which hovered, soared, and tumbled in the air like a flock of birds released from their cages, taking flight with the wind to higher places, and then slowly drifting down to land on the grass, the runway, and on the shoulders of the crowd.