We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

During the evening self-study break, Chen Qiuhe and Li Mubai hurt each other again.

It seems that he only opens up to people he is familiar with or with one person. The person Chen Qiuhe knows is only one part of him, and the person Xie Shu knows is only another part. Will the combination of the two make up the complete him?

Ever since being called to the office by English teacher Li, Li Mubai has felt that he receives a lot of attention from the teacher in English class, who constantly watches what he is doing, including during Tuesday evening self-study.

Fortunately, Chen Gou and the geography teacher didn't call him to the office for a talk, otherwise he would have really achieved the feat of being talked to by all his subject teachers at such a young age.

Tuesday is finally over, and Wednesday is finally here!

"Chen Qiuhe, what do you do in the art club's classes?"

During Li Mubai's music class in the afternoon, she asked curiously, "She's sitting next to me, and Xie Shu is to Chen Qiuhe's left."

"I just do my own thing, and sometimes I ask the club's advisor to come and teach me some drawing skills."

So that's how it is. Speaking of which, it seems that the teacher of the literary society is their teacher Yang Qin, but it's just a nominal position. Many club advisors are also nominal and don't actually do anything.

"What about your club?" Chen Qiuhe asked in return.

"That's true too." These were the words Xie Shu said.

"Oh~" Chen Qiuhe turned her head away and chatted with Xie Shu about the literary club, especially asking Li Mubai if he had any particularly cringeworthy works.

It seems not. He only submitted a few works under his real name when he was in his first year of high school, but he was ridiculed and became angry and cold. He never submitted any more works under his real name after that.

I wonder if Xie Shu still has any impression of his works with his real name. He probably doesn't, since it was just a fleeting moment.

Ring ring.

Music class has started.

"Students, before we officially start class, let's sing our school song together. Come on, three, two, one, go!"

"Our No. 6 Middle School, where youth shines brightly..."

After the chorus ended, Chen Qiuhe nudged Li Mubai and whispered, "Why are you all mouth and no sound?"

"You sang so well that I was afraid of disrupting the rhythm of the whole class."

"Really? Then I'll talk to the teacher and let you sing a solo."

Chen Qiuhe pretended to raise her hand, but Li Mubai quickly grabbed her sleeve. Unlike Chen Qiuhe, he didn't grab people's wrists and arms without thinking.

"I was just kidding, you actually believed me?"

"You said it, of course I believe you. After all, you're an 'introverted and kind' boy, you definitely wouldn't speak ill of others or lie to them, right?" Chen Qiuhe said with a mischievous smile.

Is such that.

"Class has started, the teacher is watching here," Xie Shu reminded softly.

Chen Qiuhe and Li Mubai quickly sat up straight and found the teacher flipping through the pages of the textbook...

After class, walking towards the club activity room, Li Mubai was lost in thought, wondering if Xie Shu would mention the school newspaper? Would he mention that two anonymous people (himself and Yan Shu) had submitted articles? How would he evaluate them?

"Everyone, don't rush to do your homework yet. There's something I need to tell you," Han Xiaowei announced loudly in the activity room.

The members gathered at the long meeting table. Li Mubai casually found a seat and sat down, and Zhou Ruo unintentionally sat down next to him.

It's coming.

Xie Shu glanced at Han Xiaowei, signaling her to continue, as if she had become the unofficial vice president of the literary society.

"Here's the thing, the school newspaper wants to publish a column of student works, and our literary society is collecting submissions. You can gather some old drafts and submit them to me, or you can contact classmates who have works to submit to. The deadline is next Wednesday."

"Can we contact the people on the confession wall?" a student asked, raising their hand.

"That's fine, but the theme must be positive and in line with campus values. It can't be a love story about a cold, aloof academic genius."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ruo unconsciously lowered her head.

And then, what's the most important thing?

"Also, due to limited space, each person can only select one work, with the exception of shorter modern poems and classical poems."

Yes, yes, it's ancient poetry.

"How many ancient poems would be appropriate?" Tian Yulin asked.

"One to three regulated poems, and a maximum of five quatrains."

"Senior, is it mandatory for everyone to submit an application?"

"No, you can vote if you want."

Seeing that no one else was raising their hand to ask questions, Han Xiaowei finally said, "Does anyone have any other questions?"

There are also submissions from outside the organization...

"Then everyone can go their own way and do your own thing. If you have any questions, you can contact me or Xie Shu."

……

Well, Li Mubai didn't get to see the scene he had imagined. Maybe Yan Shu was too busy and hadn't had time to give it to Han Xiaowei yet? He'll ask her tonight.

"Li Mubai, don't leave after club class. The teacher wants to discuss something with us," Xie Shu said as he came to his side.

"Okay, sure."

Teacher Wu has so many things to do... After he handed over the suggestion to Xie Shu last time, he disappeared without a trace.

Ring ring.

As the bell rang for the last class of the afternoon, students in club classes slung their backpacks over their shoulders and rushed out of the activity room.

"Xie Shu, aren't you leaving?" Han Xiaowei asked.

"I have something else to do."

Han Xiaowei glanced at Li Mubai, who was also motionless on the other side of the activity room, and showed a puzzled expression. However, she was still pulled away by her best friend. After all, they had to fight for food, and if they were late, there would only be leftovers.

The large activity room gradually dwindled to just him and Xie Shu remaining.

"Li Mubai." Xie Shu stood up and called out softly.

"Class monitor, what did Teacher Wu want us to discuss?" he asked as he walked up to her.

"It's not Teacher Wu, it's Teacher Yang Qin."

Ms. Yang Qin… I almost forgot, we asked them to give us a reply on the 25th, which is this Friday, so what are we discussing?

Seeing his puzzled look, Xie Shu continued, "So, what's your decision? Are you going to participate?"

"No... I won't."

He thought about it for a while and decided not to participate. It would be time-consuming and laborious, and in the end he might just be a participant.

"What's the reason?"

Seeing that he was still thinking of a reasonable excuse, Xie Shu continued:

"Are you afraid that all your final efforts will just be... a mirage?"

They even used idioms to guess his thoughts, and Li Mubai's silence was tantamount to acknowledging this reason.

"Li Mubai, although I haven't seen how well you write your essays, since you can get the first place in the grade for Chinese, it proves that your essays are at least 50 points or more."

She looked up at him, but he looked away.

Xie Shu continued, "And even Teacher Yang said you write well. If you really win an award, it would be something that makes the people around you happy and proud."

Li Mubai hesitated. Winning an award would surely make his parents happy, wouldn't it? He remembered how his parents were overjoyed when he received a progress award in middle school; a provincial award would surely make them even happier…

"Even if the result is as we expect, we have learned a lot, gained experience, and experienced this kind of competition, so it is not a complete loss."

Li Mubai always likes to anticipate unpleasant outcomes, thereby negating the process itself.

The dimly lit activity room gradually became brighter, with occasional slivers of sunlight peeking through the overcast sky.

"Like I said before, Li Mubai, don't think too badly of yourself, believe in yourself."

After Xie Shu finished speaking, he remained silent, waiting for his answer. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and taking the first step is a tough decision.

……

"Class monitor, shall I give it a try?"