We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Let's look at each other first." A clear voice broke the sacred atmosphere.

"Ha... okay."

Scientific research shows that when people are stressed, their sympathetic nervous system becomes excited, inhibiting saliva secretion and causing them to feel dry mouth and throat.

Li Mubai subconsciously reached behind him, only to find nothing; he had forgotten to bring his water bottle.

Just distract yourself.

He picked up Xie Shu's notebook, used it to cover his face, and let the notebook take over his vision.

Xie Shu's notebooks have a faint fragrance. Her handwriting is slender and elegant, somewhat like the "Slender Gold" style, indicating that she has practiced calligraphy.

He didn't realize the importance of practicing calligraphy when he was young, and he didn't have time to practice it in high school. This time, knowing that he was going to show it to Xie Shu, he specially used a ruler to copy it, so that at least it wouldn't look bad.

Good morning, students.

Hmm... The opening is very much in Xie Shu's style, concise and to the point. I can't imagine what it would be like if Xie Shu said something like "Dear classmates".

A clean, white hand suddenly appeared at the top of the notebook.

"Don't hold the notebook so close, it'll make you nearsighted."

"OK."

My gaze returned to the world, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Xie Shuzheng holding a red pen, reading and making corrections in his notebook.

Perhaps he wasn't being careful enough; he should have prepared a red pen too. But he probably wouldn't have scribbled on Xie Shu's notebook, ruining its beauty.

"Have you decided what to do? How is it?"

"I've finished reading the class monitor's writing; it's well done."

Xie Shu is very serious and meticulous in his work, and it is almost impossible to find any problems with him.

"Yes, this is yours. I wrote some revision suggestions on it in red pen. I hope you don't mind."

"No problem, thank you, class monitor."

If I receive your calligraphy, can I take it home and display it?

Writing a good draft was not difficult for Li Mubai; the difficulty lay in reading it aloud to thousands of students across the entire school.

"Do you need to practice?" Xie Shu asked.

Here? There are other classmates here! Oh no, oh no.

"I'll take it back and practice."

"Other quiet places on campus?"

There probably are, going to plantations, rooftops and such.

However, the plantation is plagued by mosquitoes, and if you speak loudly on the rooftop, the students downstairs by the window may hear you.

"Come to the activity room to practice during the last evening self-study session, and I'll give you the key." Seeing that Li Mubai didn't speak, Xie Shu said in an almost commanding tone.

"Squad leader, this isn't a good idea."

"What's wrong with it?"

Li Mubai didn't know the specific reason, but he had a bad feeling and didn't want to be treated specially.

Xie Shu placed the key on the desk, his meaning clear: you decide what to do.

Refusing again would make me seem ungrateful.

"Thank you, class monitor. I will clean the activity room."

During evening self-study, the club activity room is always empty, making it a great place to practice without worrying about being overheard.

Li Mubai had another question: "By the way, class monitor, I wanted to ask what the violin piece you played in music class earlier was called?"

Considering that humming a few lines into NetEase Cloud Music might not be recognized, and that it would be a great pity not to add it to the playlist, he still asked.

"Walking Through the Long Space of Time"

"Okay, thank you, class monitor."

The phrase Xie Shu said to him most often was "Let's go." The phrase he said to Xie Shu most often was "Thank you, class monitor."

What else could he say besides thank you?

"Class monitor, I'm going to do my homework now."

"Um."

Li Mubai carried his stool back to his seat, but he still felt like he was being spied on. He turned his head and saw Tian Yulin. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to do his homework.

Oi~0i~ Little devil, the atmosphere is getting a bit heated.

Li Mubai ignored him. The second-year high school students were suffering, while the first-year students were enjoying themselves. He took out his homework and started writing. Being the vice class monitor was tiring. Not only did he have to do his own things, but he was also forced to do other things.

"Senior, can I ask you a question?" Zhou Ruo asked, holding her homework.

"Hmm, what question?"

"This is the dish."

"I don't know, you should ask someone else."

Li Mubai readily admitted that he couldn't solve first-year high school math problems; he could have explained other subjects.

"Okay." Zhou Ruo left disappointed, not knowing whether it was because the problem wasn't solved or something else.

Did you see the confession wall from yesterday?

"I saw it, so what, Xiaowei?"

The activity room is not a study room, so some students still chat there.

"Another 'Spring Isle' poem! She wrote a seven-character quatrain." Han Xiaowei also studied classical poetry, so she paid close attention to this aspect.

"Really? I hadn't been paying attention; I only read one essay posted there."

"The comments section says that 'Chunyu' is a first-year high school girl and 'Qiuke' is a boy in the same grade as us."

"Wait, how is this generated?"

"Just my imagination."

Li Mubai wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead. Thank goodness, he almost got his box opened.

"Do you think both of them might be in our literary society?"

Ha ha……

"Li Mubai, are you left-handed?"

Before evening self-study started, Chen Qiuhe asked.

"no."

Chen Qiuhe liked to ask these kinds of strange questions. Sometimes she would ask him if he liked beef or lamb, and he would say he didn't eat beef.

"Then open your left hand."

"What are you going to do?" Li Mubai was cautious and did not do as instructed.

"Look how anxious you are, it means you don't trust your deskmate."

"I still remember the time you stuffed a wad of scrap paper into my hand."

"Heh heh, it's because you're close to the trash can, and don't you guys all like to show off your shooting form to attract girls? I gave you the chance, but you didn't do it."

Chen Qiuhe is very good at twisting the truth. She seems like the kind of girl who would say things like, "To put it another way, aren't you also right?" But she's always joking. If she really does something wrong, she'll apologize.

"Don't have stereotypes about us boys." Li Mubai firmly defended the dignity of men.

"Haha, Yang Kun is just like that. He has to give his classmates a pantomime every time he enters the classroom."

As soon as they were told to come, Yang Kun and Zhao Feng entered through the front door of the classroom. Then, they made a shooting motion with both hands, gently tossed the water bottles in their hands, and they landed back in their hands.

...Brother Chicken, I finally stood up for myself, but you made me lose so completely.

"Alright, it's time to study. Hold out your left hand, I'll read your palm."

"You can read palms?" Li Mubai expressed disbelief. Last time, Chen Qiuhe claimed to know Cao Cao's military strategy, but then she recited a line from the new Three Kingdoms.

"Don't you believe me? I just learned it."

"Alright, I'll show you."

Li Mubai spread out his hands. Because he didn't go out much, his skin was fair and his fingers had distinct knuckles.

Chen Qiuhe took a pen and first drew a circle around his thumb.

"This is your lifeline. Your long-term condition is relatively stable, so there's no need to worry."

"No, you really know how?"

Chen Qiuhe smiled smugly, and then drew from the tiger's mouth to the center of the palm.

"This is the wisdom line. Your wisdom line indicates that your thinking pattern is based on emotion."

So that's how it is. People who engage in literary creation are like this; they rely more on fleeting inspiration and are very sensitive.

Chen Qiuhe continued drawing from below the little finger to below the index finger.

"This storyline is a romance, uh, your romance storyline..."

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Your love line indicates that your romantic experiences are quite complex and will be rather bumpy."

……