We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Two students in our class scored over 90 in history this time. Other students should learn from these two students."

"Teacher, who are those two?"

The grade sheet did not list the passing scores for each subject; you could only find out your scores by receiving your test paper and answer sheet.

History teacher Deng just smiled, didn't say who it was, and started going over the test paper.

"Was it you?"

After class, Chen Qiuhe stood up to look at his answer sheet, then sat down and let out a cryptic laugh.

It's me, what are you going to do about it?

Chen Qiuhe took out her old notebook that combined speeches and Gomoku (a board game), and quickly wrote a sentence for him.

Xie Shu glanced at it, then looked back at the exam paper in front of him.

"XS also scored over 90, you are the only two in the class."

Expected.

How much do you have?

"81, you're better than me."

"That's true."

"I was just being modest. While I'm certainly not as good as you, shouldn't you offer some words of comfort and encourage me to keep improving?"

Luckily, Wang Rui was lying down sleeping, otherwise he would have been wondering why they were passing notes during break time.

Li Mubai smiled. He scored 90 points, which was just right. He just didn't know Xie Shu's exact score.

After the last class in the morning, Deng Yi came over to call Xie Shu to have lunch, and glanced at Li Mubai along the way.

Chen Qiuhe got up and punched him for no apparent reason.

"Wang Rui, hurry up and go eat."

"it is good."

Walking down the street, Jiao Yong suddenly asked, "Hey Wang Rui, have you noticed what Chen Qiuhe's hobbies and interests are?"

Jiao Yong had been quiet for a while while preparing for his midterm exams, but now that the exams are over, he's become active again.

"I didn't observe; they were all sleeping while listening to the lecture."

"Hey, why do you sleep during breaks? Are you that sleepy?"

In fact, Wang Rui not only sleeps during breaks, but also dozes off during some regular classes, according to Li Mubai's observation. However, his grades are not very low, which is quite intriguing.

There was a PE class in the afternoon. After warming up, Chen Qiuhe wanted to drag Li Mubai to play basketball, ostensibly to learn how to play, but he refused, as he wasn't interested in basketball.

Arriving at the long-missed rooftop, he realized that the rooftop didn't actually belong to him alone; sometimes he would bump into other classmates.

It's different from a few months ago. November is gradually entering late autumn, and the bleak autumn wind is rising again, changing the world.

The mountain opposite the school is slightly tinged with red, but it is still mostly green. Geographically speaking, it is a subtropical evergreen broad-leaved forest.

I heard that there is a Golden Road two or three kilometers away from the school. As the name suggests, it is lined with a long row of ginkgo trees. In autumn, the leaves cover the ground like gold.

I don't know if he'll have time to go this fall. Probably not. He's in a hurry to go home as soon as school is over, and it's too far for him to come here on the weekend.

Amidst the misty mountain air and the hazy autumn rain, Li Mubai was inspired to write a poem.

"Li Mubai, Teacher Li (in English) is calling you."

He hasn't even had his English evening self-study session yet; the English class representative came to call him again. He's been so busy all day, dealing with all sorts of teachers…

"Ms. Li." He knocked on the door and entered the English office.

Their English teacher was not dressed in the stereotypical way of young and fashionable; instead, she was a gentle and unassuming middle-aged woman.

"Li Mubai is here, come sit here," Teacher Li said with a smile.

To Li Mubai's surprise, the attitude was unexpected. He thought the person had come to criticize him, since his English grades were among the worst.

However, Li Mubai didn't dare to actually sit down; he stood next to his teacher.

"Li Mubai, we're actually from the same clan, but we haven't talked yet."

Li Mubai nodded.

"Don't be nervous. I just called you here today for a casual chat. When did you start learning English?"

"Third grade of elementary school."

However, they didn't study seriously back then. In elementary school English class, everyone did their own thing and no one took it seriously. Only a very few students listened attentively. I don't know how desperate the teacher was at that time.

"Hmm—so where did you go for junior high?"

"No. 29 Middle School".

What kind of good school can you get into just by paying money?

How did you do on your middle school entrance exam in English?

"I got 95 out of 120."

Teacher Li asked a few more specific questions before letting Li Mubai go back.

"Li Mubai, what does Teacher Li want you to do? Is he going to criticize you?"

Back in her seat, Chen Qiuhe immediately turned to ask, and Xie Shu unconsciously stopped writing.

"No, they just asked about my past English learning experience."

"For example?"

"For example, how many points you scored on the English section of the high school entrance exam."

"Oh~ Do you think it's possible that Teacher Li is actually your relative, since you both have the same surname, Li?"

Li Mubai pretended to look at the blackboard, but actually glanced at Xie Shu to make sure she wasn't listening, then whispered:

"You guessed right. More than three billion years ago, when I was still a single-celled organism, I was already related to Teacher Li."

"I see. I miss the old days. Back when I was still studying organic molecule, I didn't have so many academic worries."

...Talking behind someone's back will be punished.

Without Chen Qiuhe sitting next to him, his efficiency in doing homework during evening self-study improved significantly. Suddenly, a notebook slowly appeared from the upper right corner.

"It's been a while since I played Connect Four. Want to play a game?"

Is Gomoku (Five in a Row) really that fun? It's probably just the cheapest form of entertainment for students.

"No, I need to do my homework. Why aren't you with your new deskmate?"

Chen Qiuhe, who had just received the notebook, seemed to be considering the possibility of this. Then she erased the words on it, wrote a new sentence, and secretly pushed it onto Xie Shu's desk.

No! Don't corrupt our pride, our good students!

Xie Shu seemed to have really agreed, and started playing chess with Chen Qiuhe.

After they played a few rounds, Chen Qiuhe pushed the notebook back to him. Luckily, the teacher wasn't there, or they would have been caught long ago.

Didn't I say I had to do my homework and therefore couldn't play?

"She wants to play with you."

Who is she? Xie Shu?

"Then come on."

"Tsk tsk."

"I've just never played Go with any good students," Li Mubai wrote his feeble explanation in his notebook.

They started playing chess, with Chen Qiuhe acting as a middleman, since it would have been too obvious for Xie Shu to simply turn around and hand him the chess set.

Wang Rui, standing to the side, looked at the three of them strangely.

Xie Shu clearly had never played Gomoku before, and he lost after only a few moves.

"Amazing," she wrote in her notebook.

"It's not that bad, I just used too much," Li Mubai said modestly.

Chen Qiuhe glanced at him, holding the notebook, and asked, "Why are you pretending to be humble?"

After finishing this round, Li Mubai didn't plan to continue; passing the ball around was too troublesome.

"Not coming?" This is what Chen Qiuhe wrote.

"I'm not coming. I don't want to disrupt other people's studies."

"So you're not going to interfere with my studies? ╰_╯"

"Then you should study hard too. Didn't you say you wanted to surpass me? Good luck!"

hum.

"Friends are people you can play with." (How to Make Good Friends: Techniques for Teenagers to Build and Maintain Friendships)