We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

Thursday's classes went by quickly. Aside from being scolded by Mr. Chen during the morning math class, nothing else happened. Li Mubai noticed that Mr. Chen seemed to enjoy criticizing the boys in the class; perhaps this was due to the "like repels like" principle from middle school physics.

In the afternoon art class, Chen Qiuhe and Xie Shu were praised again. They always win. What's the point of this art homework?

This time, no one drew a stick figure and handed it in. When Li Mubai went up to the podium to collect his self-portrait, the teacher glanced at him again, probably thinking that this child's portraits all looked different.

During the last evening self-study session, Li Mubai finally got to use the activity room all by himself. He spent more than half an hour reading the script until he was familiar with it. When he stood on the stage, he would read it in a structured way.

Should I go back to the classroom? Never mind, it seems like evening self-study is almost over. Why don't I see what books are here? Li Mubai suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a poem by Xie Shu in the club's publication back then. Why not take this opportunity to read it?

He found the publication by relying on his memory.

"Ring ring!"

Evening self-study is over, should we continue? Since we're already here!

Li Mubai flipped to the table of contents and found Xie Shu's name—"The Snowman," page 76.

My finger traced the page, about to turn it—

"Knock knock knock".

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Xie Shu is here? Why now? Li Mubai quickly stuffed the magazine back onto the shelf and then opened the door.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" A security guard was patrolling outside the door.

"Uncle, I'm looking up some information here."

"Oh, evening self-study is over. Let's go back to the dorm early."

"Okay, okay."

Under the "surveillance" of the security guards, Li Mubai locked the door and left the club floor. Why is he always interrupted when he tries to watch? Is it not the right time yet?

Never mind, there's no need to actually watch it, I'm just satisfying my curiosity.

……

"Li Bai's poem 'Bring in the Wine' captures the poet's heroic spirit and unrestrained spirit. Speaking of which, we also have a 'Li Bai' in our class." On Friday morning during Chinese class, Teacher Yang smiled mysteriously.

Who is it?

"Who is Teacher Yang?"

"If I could do it all over again, I would choose Li Bai."

"Li Mubai, did your parents name you hoping you would be as talented as Li Bai?"

Feeling that the whole class was watching him, Li Mubai's throat tightened: "No—no."

Here we go again. His name has been the subject of much teasing since he was a child. In elementary school, his Chinese teacher made him memorize poems like "Quiet Night Thoughts" and "A Gift to Wang Lun". In junior high, his Chinese teacher made him memorize poems like "Hearing of Wang Changling's Demotion to Longbiao, I Send This Poem from Afar" and "The Road to Shu is Hard, Part One". Even in high school, he lived in the shadow of Li Bai.

He felt his name was a bit too trendy and wished he could change it to something more ordinary. He used his phone to calculate that he was lacking the element of wood in his destiny, so he could change his name to "Li Lin" or "Li Mo," etc. Unfortunately, he was just a nobody.

"Hey, so why are you called Li Mubai?" Chen Qiuhe asked, passing her notebook over.

"Then why is your name Chen Qiuhe?"

"Because autumn is the season for harvesting grains."

"A name is just a person's identifier. To make it easier to identify people, you can be called Li Mubai, and I can be called Chen Qiuhe. It has no other meaning."

"Okay, from now on you're Chen Qiuhe, and I'm Li Mubai. So, Chen Qiuhe, what class will you be in next period?"

……

"Let's go to the administration office."

"OK."

At noon, I need to go through the written speech with the head of teaching.

"Why are you called Li Mubai?" Xie asked abruptly.

"'Mu' is a generational name. When I was a child, my parents hoped that I would be fair-skinned, so they named me Li Mubai." There is no profound cultural connotation; the reason for naming him Li Mubai is just that ordinary.

"oh."

The administration office is a no-go zone for students; very few students would want to wander around here for no reason.

Xie Shu knocked on the door, and a hoarse, husky voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

Pushing open the door, a cloud of smoke filled the air; the Dean of Students, Zhong Jianjun, was a heavy smoker. Xie Shu and Li Mubai both unconsciously frowned.

Upon seeing that it was Xie Shu, Zhong Jianjun extinguished his cigarette, opened the window to let in fresh air, and the air gradually circulated, finally making things a bit cooler.

"Little Xie is here, is there something you need?"

"Mr. Zhong, it's our class's turn to give a speech under the national flag next week. Here is the speech draft; I would like you to take a look."

"Okay, let me see."

Zhong Jianjun took Xie Shu's speech draft, glanced at it, and then handed it back to Xie Shu: "No problem."

Li Mubai politely presented his speech manuscript. Zhong Jianjun glanced at him and then checked it word by word.

"Well, it's not a big problem, but you need to be careful not to get so nervous on stage that you can't even speak. Practice more after you go offstage."

"Okay, Teacher Zhong."

"Teacher Zhong, we'll head back now," Xie Shu said.

"Um—by the way, Xie Shu, there's something I need to tell you." Zhong Jianjun said, then looked at Li Mubai.

He silently walked out of the teaching office, unsure of what Zhong Jianjun wanted to say to Xie Shu, or whether he should leave. He lingered at the entrance of the teaching office.

Let's wait a bit.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Shucai came out of the teaching office and was somewhat surprised to see Li Mubai still at the door.

"Class monitor."

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go back to the dorm."

"It's nothing, squad leader, I just waited for a little while."

Li Mubai was a little curious about what Zhong Jianjun and Xie Shu had talked about. He had only heard something about "liberal arts" and "science" at the door.

"Class monitor—" He regretted it as soon as he called out. This seemed to be Xie Shu's private matter, and he shouldn't have the right to interfere.

"Hmm." Xie Shu looked at Li Mubai: "Curious?"

He nodded.

"Mr. Chung asked me to transfer to their class to study science."

Huh?! Is it still possible to transfer now? But Zhong Jianjun seems to be the homeroom teacher of Class 1, and Xie Shu's science grades are also very good, so transferring shouldn't be a problem, it's just...

"What do you think?" Xie Shu asked.

I don't want you to transfer; I want you to stay in Class 3. But Li Mubai has no right to say that. He can only say, "It depends on your own opinion, Class Monitor."

"Yes, I refused."

That's good, that's good.

"Because it's more interesting in Class 3."

......

On Friday afternoons, you can enjoy two water-related classes before school ends: one psychology class and one physical education class.

"Class, today we're going to have an interesting lesson: a class on the theme of 'I Want to Date You' in relationships with the opposite sex."

"oh oh!"

The classroom was immediately filled with the sounds of monkeys, mostly from the boys; the girls had to remain reserved and at most let out a surprised exclamation.

I was wrong, this wasn't an easy class, it was a good class.

Xie Shu sat to his left, a little lower. Li Mubai pretended to turn around to observe the reactions of the others, but actually secretly glanced at Xie Shu.

She didn't seem to have much of an expression.

Two lines of text slowly appeared on the PPT:

"It's better to wait patiently than to rush into love!"