We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

After finishing lunch, Li Mubai was preparing to return to his dormitory.

"Let's go to the classroom. The dorms are locked now." Xie Shu didn't look at him, but looked towards the teaching building.

Li Mubai glanced at his watch; it was already 1 p.m. The dormitories at Pingyang No. 6 Middle School would be locked at 1 p.m. and wouldn't be opened again until 2 p.m. when the lunch break ended.

"But... if you're not here at noon, the dorm supervisor will take a note of your name."

During lunch break in the dormitories, the dormitory supervisor will check each room to make sure all the students are in their rooms.

Xie Shu then took out her Hallo Kitty wallet, took out a white piece of paper from the bag, and handed it to Li Mubai.

Li Mubai carefully took it, afraid that he might accidentally touch her fingers.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a leave request form.

"When you get back to the dorm, hand it to the dorm manager and say you have a meeting at noon."

"Okay, thank you." Li Mubai thought to himself, is Xie Shu's Hello Kitty wallet like Doraemon's magic pocket? It has everything. Could there be some of his discarded poems in it?

But I just wonder, why would anyone pick up someone else's waste paper?

Xie Shu ignored him and walked towards the teaching building.

Li Mubai followed, but remained half a step behind. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Was this also given by the class monitor... and the vice class monitor?"

Xie Shu gave a soft "hmm," which Li Mubai almost didn't hear. He looked at her and saw the slight upturn of her lips, which made his heart skip a beat. He then looked away and looked elsewhere.

They returned to the classroom in silence. Li Mubai sat down in his seat, while Xie Shu sat three rows in front of him. The empty classroom was now just the two of them. Neither of them spoke. The sunlight outside the window was lovely, and Li Mubai could hear the birds chirping.

Do you want to talk? Do you want to say something? Talk to her about what the vice class monitor is supposed to do? Ask her how she does so well in her studies?

Li Mubai looked at Xie Shu in front of him. Although the seats in the third row were not that far apart, he felt that Xie Shu was very far away from him.

He stared blankly at Xie Shu's retreating figure. If a third person appeared now, he might be labeled a pervert, but there was no third person; it was just him and her here.

Xie Shu didn't do anything. She pulled off her hair tie, and her hair fell like a waterfall. Then she took out a small pillow and placed it on the table.

Li Mubai was also a little tired, and drowsiness began to wash over him, so he used his arm as a pillow and lay down.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, ruffling the hair above his eyes, and his restless heart gradually calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, the radio suddenly started playing "Anne's Wonderland," and Li Mubai, who was in a light sleep, immediately woke up.

Feeling that his arm seemed to have lost feeling, he raised his head and dragged his arm down. He felt his hand return, but it was very numb. He slowly rotated his wrist and stretched his arm out again.

Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock. Xie Shu had woken up at some point and was nowhere to be seen. Li Mubai went to the bathroom to wash his face, the cold water stimulating his nerves.

When he returned to the classroom, some classmates had already arrived. He looked around and saw that Xie Shu was not there, nor were any of the boys. He wanted to ask what the dormitory manager had said about him not going back at noon.

Chen Qiuhe had arrived. She glanced at Li Mubai and then handed him a tissue.

Li Mubai took the tissue and looked at it, finding no words on it, and then looked at Chen Qiuhe with a puzzled expression.

"You're so stupid! How come your grades are better than mine? There's water on your face, I wiped it off for you." Chen Qiuhe clenched her fist and punched his arm.

"Oh, I just turned on the computer, sorry."

"Hmph!" Chen Qiuhe turned her head away and ignored him, chatting with the girl next to her.

Xie Shu returned, her face a pale, cold white, giving her a clean appearance.

Li Mubai noticed that Chen Qiuhe seemed a bit excited in the afternoon and asked in confusion, "Chen Qiuhe, is something wrong this afternoon? You seem quite excited."

"Yes, we have PE class this afternoon!"

Li Mubai glanced at the class schedule on the table. It was a copy he had made by hand and pasted on the upper right corner of the table. The last period on Tuesday afternoon was physical education.

Pingyang No. 6 Middle School is a key provincial school. The school strictly follows the requirements of the Ministry of Education, so there is generally no practice of taking up class time. Subjects such as physical education and music are also offered. It is said that in the senior year, there are also school-based courses offered by the school based on students' interests.

Is a PE class really that exciting? It's just a change of scenery for studying or daydreaming.

Li Mubai didn't argue with Chen Qiuhe in detail because class was about to start, and apart from Feng Wanli, the other boys rushed over.

During the break, Li Mubai asked Zhao Feng if the dormitory manager had said anything since he didn't go back at noon.

"I already told you, I asked where you went, and I said you went to a meeting."

"Thank you, but how did you know I was in a meeting?" Li Mubai was surprised; he didn't even know he was in a meeting until he arrived.

Zhao Feng chuckled: "Because I used to be the class monitor, and we had to hold weekly meetings."

Li Mubai hadn't expected this; he had thought Zhao Feng was just guessing.

Zhao Feng patted him on the shoulder again and said:

"But I'm handing over the position to you now. Being the class monitor is quite tough, so I'm stepping down. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me, Feng-ge."

"What do you mean by giving up your place? In the new class, you're just a... loli~" Yang Kun immediately nitpicked.

"How dare you!"

Li Mubai ignored the fierce fight between Zhao Feng and Yang Kun and returned to his seat.

Finally, it was time for the last physical education class of the afternoon.

Chen Qiuhe said, "Time for PE class!"

She then pulled her newly acquainted "best friend" to the playground, where Li Mubai walked with the boy.

Their PE teacher was a man in his thirties who looked very strong. Fortunately, he didn't make things difficult for them. He just had them do some warm-up exercises and then run two laps around the track before ending their free time.

Chen Qiuhe and several girls went to play badminton, and Xie Shu was also dragged along by Deng Yi. I don't know why girls love badminton.

The boys went to play basketball, while Feng Wanli found a spot, pulled out his English vocabulary book, and started memorizing words.

Li Mubai walked around the playground and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him and everyone was busy with their own things, headed towards his secret base—the rooftop of the teaching building.

The teaching building has five floors. Li Mubai moved a chair from an empty classroom and sat by the railing on the rooftop. Pingyang City is a city surrounded by mountains, and Pingyang No. 6 Middle School is a school in the suburbs.

The school is surrounded by rolling mountains, and opposite it is the Confucius Temple. Sitting on the rooftop, you can not only have a panoramic view of the school, but also see the scenic area across the way.

The wind on the rooftop was gentle, and the sunlight wasn't harsh. Li Mubai sat there, enjoying the tranquility, and reflected on the events of the past two days.

First, he became the vice class monitor, then he got to know Xie Shu, and they even had lunch together today. These were things he never dared to imagine before. Being an ordinary passerby was his comfort zone; he didn't want to be in the spotlight.

Li Mubai took out the leave slip and thanked Xie Shu...

Perhaps it really is as she said, a "privilege" of the class monitor and vice-monitor. It's just that the homeroom teacher, Ms. Wu, didn't tell him. After all, he's only the vice-monitor. If there's anything, he should talk to the class monitor first, and then the class monitor will talk to him. He shouldn't overthink it.

He folded the leave request neatly, then took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket and stuffed the leave request into the back.

I'd better hurry up and write a poem.

Li Mubai sometimes writes modern and classical poems and posts them on the school's confession wall, but he never uses his real name. He gives himself a pen name—Qiu Ke.

He opened his notebook, looked at the scenery before him, and pondered how to begin writing.