Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Chen Jianji looked at the person who had just asked the question.

He simply sat down, lowered his head, opened another blank notebook, and quietly began writing.

Before he could say anything...

Lin Qingxue spoke softly beforehand without even looking up.

"I'm thinking, I've got a clue. Take a look at the question I've written down, don't interrupt me."

"The sooner I finish writing, the sooner I can leave and won't have to stay here."

Chen Jianji looked at her for a long while before letting out a cold laugh.

Then he picked up the notebook with the Chinese language question types written on it and leaned against the wall behind him.

Most of the Chinese language learning is done by memorization, so there's not much to it.

If Lin Qingxue wants a desk to write on, just give it to her.

bang~

A soft sound.

Chen Jianji leaned against the wall, keeping a distance from the desk.

He looked down at the notebook in his hand.

Clearly, he acquiesced.

Lin Qingxue, on the other side, didn't react much to this.

The pen in my hand felt a little lighter.

On the podium.

Huang Ting was filling out the class information that the leader needed when she glanced at the corner of the room.

Seeing the two getting along well again, he shook his head and smiled.

That's more like it.

Liu Yun was sitting in the front row.

Having just finished the test paper after a lot of hard work, my mind, which had been immersed in a sea of ​​questions, finally got a moment of relaxation, and my face lit up with joy.

"Hey, Qingxue, can you check if I did it right?"

"Eh?"

But as soon as Liu Yun looked up, she found that the seat in front of her was already empty.

She looked left and right.

The students around me kept glancing toward the corner.

Liu Yun also turned her head and looked behind her.

It was only in the corner.

Chen Jianji leaned against the wall, one foot raised and resting on the corner of the stool, holding a notebook in his hand, his elbow resting on his knee, looking at it casually.

And in front of him.

Lin Qingxue was bowing her head, quietly doing her practice.

The classroom fan was blowing loudly.

The pages of the book on the table and their stray hairs were gently blown away.

Sunlight streamed in from one of the windows, falling upon them.

Liu Yun blinked, but her face lit up with joy.

"Hmph, those two!"

"No matter how much others try to help, we can't get them to sit together. But if no one helps, we just sit together by ourselves. It's really something!"

She muttered to herself.

Just then, people nearby were also discussing in hushed tones.

"Hey, don't you think the class monitor and Brother Ji seem to have... good chemistry right now?"

"Hmm? So the vice class monitor is one too."

"I still prefer the vice class monitor, a slacker and troublemaker X a spoiled and willful academic genius!"

"I actually like this pairing! A slacker and troublemaker x a cool, aloof genius!"

"Look at the way they're sitting now, they're creating such a great atmosphere!"

"Hmph, I'll reserve my opinion! Wait until the vice-monitor returns, then you can take a closer look."

"Sure, let's wait until they sit together and see which one has better chemistry as a couple!"

...

The girls were having a heated discussion.

"puff!"

Zhao Yong, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but laugh when he heard the girls' voices.

So he couldn't help but join the discussion.

"Wait, can't you change how you address Brother Ji? In the novels you girls read, Brother Ji is only described as a slacker or a delinquent, right?"

"Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing this...

The girls covered their mouths and laughed.

"Oh my, he usually doesn't talk to us. Shuxian, look at him, he came over because he saw you chatting with us."

"Don't...don't talk nonsense..."

"Then you've read the most storybooks, why don't you tell him?"

"I didn't... I didn't watch much..."

"Oh, you're blushing! You're blushing! Haha!"

A low murmur arose.

Wang Shuxian didn't dare to look up, but just braced herself and said.

"And then there are troubled youths and stuff... well, but Brother Ji isn't really a troubled youth..."

Listen to her earnest explanation.

The girls stopped teasing her about her thin skin and turned to ask Zhao Yong.

"Hey, why don't you ask Shuxian what you're like in the storybooks?"

"Huh? Huh?!"

"Me?"

"I don't think so..."

"Why don't you ask? It won't hurt you. Don't you want to know how Shuxian sees you?"

Zhao Yong, who was initially a little embarrassed and wanted to refuse, heard this.

Suddenly, he raised his head and asked Wang Shuxian, a question that was both awkward and somewhat curious.

"What does it look like?"

Wang Shuxian lowered her head even further.

"I...I don't know!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone covered their mouths and chuckled.

Until I couldn't hold back any longer.

The laughter was cheerful and enthusiastic, yet deliberately suppressed.

In the classroom at this moment.

There seemed to be more unconscious eye contact, and more people with their heads down and slightly flushed cheeks.

And on the podium.

Teacher Huang Ting paused as she continued filling out the forms with her pen.

The laughter of these young boys and girls reached my ears.

A smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

This teacher, who had only been a homeroom teacher for a few years, also seemed to recall the events.

Several years ago, I was also wearing a school uniform and sitting in the classroom, becoming part of these discussions.

Those memories that have already passed away.

This...is youth!

......