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Chapter Ten: The Sparrows Sing, Sparrows?

To be honest, if they could choose when to be reborn, many people probably wouldn't choose to be reborn in their senior year of high school.

The reason is simple: apart from those studying law or medicine, the senior year of high school is generally considered the most grueling period of study in most people's lives.

The workload is heavy and the pressure is great.

If I could be reborn earlier, having a few more years to prepare would be fine, but being reborn directly in my senior year of high school is just too unbearable.

If it's a little later, since the college entrance exam has already been missed, the natural assumption is that one will find other ways to get rich.

For example, how can one profit from a stock price trend in a particular year?

For example, in a certain football match in a certain year, a major upset occurred.

Unfortunately, he had no choice, and he had never been exposed to any of these things.

After all, they spend every day on the construction site, oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on producing standard mortar.

The only thing we know for sure is the price fluctuations of graphics cards and memory modules.

Those who love playing games are always keeping an eye on prices in this area.

Don't laugh, that's just how shut-ins are.

So what if someone's a shut-in? Did shut-ins eat your rice?

Therefore, no matter how boring life is in the senior year of high school, he must persevere during this period.

Besides obsession, it's also because I need to leave myself an escape route.

"So boring." Cai Yibin sighed beside him, his face contorted. "Studying is so painful—"

"Stop yelling, I'm in pain too." Mo Xiangwen sighed. "Who isn't bored? Just bear with it."

"No, I had already adjusted my mindset." Cai Yibin said with a long face, "How come the atmosphere in the class suddenly changed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you tell me a while ago that you were secretly carrying your roommate's test papers in the dorm?"

“Yes, I did say that.” Mo Xiangwen nodded.

"In the past, everyone was playing, so I wasn't really in the mood to study."

"But ever since you told me the theory of studying behind your roommate's back, I suddenly realized something."

“Every time I see them playing on their phones, I secretly roll up my own, and that makes me feel a little happy.”

"Then I improved in the last exam—although my happiness was reduced because of some jerk, the feeling of improvement is really good."

"But now, everything has changed."

"Why is everyone suddenly starting to curl up like this?!"

Since it was during break time, Cai Yibin suddenly shouted something in a low voice, which startled him.

"Why did it turn out like this...? I had just experienced the joy of making progress for the first time, two happy things overlapping."

"And these two sources of happiness, in turn, bring me even more happiness."

"You've beaten up Bai Xue?" Mo Xiangwen glanced at him speechlessly.

"No, I don't have time to play. I just watch netizens use memes and learn from them." Cai Yibin shrugged.

"No wonder things are in chaos. Also, the 'White Scholar' ranks after the 'Warm Man,' and the 'Warm Man' ranks after the 'Dog.'"

"What's wrong with a 'warm guy'? Aren't they quite popular?"

"hehe."

Actually, you can't really blame Cai Yibin. Even Mo Xiangwen himself felt that the atmosphere in the class was a bit too oppressive.

In the past, even when the teacher was lecturing,

From various corners below, one could hear the snoring of some student, or suppressed laughter.

Only when the teacher shouts at them loudly or comes down to confiscate their belongings will they quiet down obediently.

Now, one or two of them are acting like they've taken the wrong medicine.

During regular classes, students listen attentively to the teacher's lectures, while during self-study periods, they take turns leaving the classroom to ask the teachers sitting outside for help with questions.

Even if one or two students couldn't hold on and wanted to relax, as soon as they looked around, the atmosphere would make them straighten up as if they were sitting on pins and needles, and they would continue studying.

Of course, this is a regular class after all.

Many students, however, remained unfazed and continued to sleep soundly.

But the fact that it can suddenly change most people is also quite shocking.

If these people are self-motivated and motivated, could they be assigned to a regular class?

“I always felt that half of it was related to your mock exam results, Lao Mo. You must have been stimulated.” Cai Yibin sighed and said, “I just don’t know why even Liao Feiyang started studying it.”

"Don't make baseless accusations, what does it have to do with me?" Mo Xiangwen naturally denied it outright: "There are plenty of students in the top classes who have better grades than them, and they haven't been affected at all."

"No, we can't compare our own class to the top class, can we?"

"Heh, so that's you guys discriminating."

"Ugh, no... never mind." Cai Yibin was too lazy to argue with him and turned to the question he was more concerned about: "Do you know what's wrong with Liao Feiyang all of a sudden? Wasn't he always like a dead pig that doesn't care about boiling water?"

"I feel the atmosphere in this class is so strange, and the other half of the reason is him."

"Even Liao Feiyang is studying hard—there seems to be a saying going around, but I don't know who said it."

"I don't know," Mo Xiangwen said without changing his expression. "Since you care about him so much, why don't you just ask him?"

"Forget it, I don't want to make a fool of myself." Cai Yibin sighed. "But it's a good thing that he figured it out—even though it's a bit late, I still wish him good luck."

"If you don't dare to ask, you'd better study hard, lest you don't do as well as others on the exam." Mo Xiangwen chuckled.

"How is that possible!"

Cai Yibin retorted defiantly, but it was clear that he was genuinely provoked by those words, and he immediately quieted down and continued reading.

Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief. If Cai Yibin knew that he had played a part in Liao Feiyang's current situation, he would be annoyed with him to death.

He gently picked up the chair, moved it back a little, and then gently put it down again to avoid making any noise that might disturb others.

Stepping out of the classroom, the entire corridor was empty, with only a few people coming out, just like him.

The goal was very clear: to solve the problem of the three urgent needs.

I went straight from point A to point B, and after finishing my business, I resolutely returned to the classroom without lingering outside for even a minute longer.

Every classroom I passed on my way to the restroom was completely silent—perhaps because these were all top-performing classes.

The occasional sounds were either the sound of pages turning or the sound of a pen accidentally falling onto the table.

It's too quiet, so quiet it's almost oppressive.

It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on my chest.

I have something on my mind that I need to get off my chest.

Yet, fearing that he might become complacent and the boulder might crush him in an instant, he dared not actually spit it out.

After using the restroom, Mo Xiangwen leaned against the corridor railing, gazing at the lawns and trees on campus, trying to relax his tense nerves through the pleasant greenery.

I happened to see some juniors, I don’t know if they were in the first or second year of high school. Maybe they had just finished their PE class and were just passing by their senior building.

The two female students were chatting and laughing when one of them suddenly realized she had passed by and tugged at her friend's sleeve.

The junior student who had been pulled quickly realized what was happening and immediately fell silent, her youthful smile vanishing from her face.

The two seemed to deliberately avoid their building, taking a rather roundabout route—they even preferred to pass by the office door.

Mo Xiangwen shook his head, feeling somewhat sad for some reason.

Looking at the big banyan tree, you can still vaguely see a few sparrows flying in and out, but you can hardly hear a chirp, and there is no trace of the liveliness of early morning.

Sparrows, sparrows, where is your singing?

Chapter Eleven: The road to growth is always full of thorns.

I'm canceled: Waaaaah, I don't want to go back to the dark room.

I missed it: I sold a lot of goods and really wanted to share my joy with the group members.

I'm late: I just wanted to play games with everyone, what did I do wrong?

A seductive whisper: Shut up! You shameless old scoundrel.

Bai Bai: There are bad people in the group, but I won't say who they are.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Okay, okay, the group members are just thinking about your studies.

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: It would be very bad if you neglected your studies during this last period because of playing games with your friends in the group, and ended up not doing well on the exam.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Since you're so unwilling to accept the kindness of your fellow group members, there are only ten days left until the college entrance exam, so it's none of your business anymore.

It's hard to believe you were being so kind to the pigeons. It seems more like you were just looking for a reason to vent your anger.

No wonder I never heard Pigeon mention that she was a senior in high school before; she must have expected this outcome.

However, he didn't post any photos of his test scores, so the group members locking him in the "little blacklist" was indeed for his academic benefit.

"You've stood up for yourselves: I think you're just using this as an excuse to settle personal scores."

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: This is absolutely not true. If you don't believe me, ask them.

Bai Bai: I think the president is right.

A seductive gesture: I think the president is right.

"Gone: Pshaw, you're all in cahoots. But never mind, I have more important things to do now."

I missed uploading a file.

I checked, and in previous years, Xiao Yi and I used the same national exam paper in our province. It should be the same this year.

Human and dragon as one: Is that so?

These are the exam predictions for the main subjects from our class teacher, and also the predictions for this year's college entrance exam from the science-focused class teacher that I asked a friend to help me find.

I missed it: Not to brag, but the school I attended was a top-tier city school, and the teachers there are all quite capable.

It's not true: Although it's generally difficult to predict exam questions correctly, it's still of some reference value to you.

I'm postponing this: For my own safety, please, please don't tell anyone!

A seductive charm: it could be considered true love.

Human and dragon as one: Wow, is this okay?

I stood you up: What's wrong with that? Anyway, I only secretly gave it to you, Xiao Yi.

I've skipped it: As long as everyone in the group keeps quiet, only heaven, earth, you, and I will know.

"Pigeon" means that something never happened, or it was rounded up to the nearest whole number.

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash: 666.

Here's a seductive trick: I'll buy a high-speed rail ticket overnight and go to your school to report you, hehe.

Bai Bai: Xiao Huo, bad.

A seductive gesture: Bye-bye? Aren't you my teammate?

Bai Bai: Really? When? Well, not from now on.

Use a seductive approach: We are ready to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Alright, stop messing around.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Although I can guarantee that Xiao Huo would never do such a thing, I'll still give you a heads-up.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Jokes aside, this file, Pigeon, is strictly prohibited from being shared in any form.

A seductive line: Oh dear, group bullying.

Bai Bai: Mm-hmm.

Human and Dragon in One: Since you've said so, Pigeon, I'll download it with gratitude.