I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Mo Xiangwen sat down next to her, and the distance between them felt exactly the same as when they were on the high-speed train.

"I thought you were really going to ask me to come and invite you over," Noah teased, letting out a soft laugh.

“I’m just thinking about some things.” He shook his head. “If you come to me, it will cause too much of a commotion. It’s better not to do that.”

Noah tilted her head slightly to look at him, and asked with some curiosity, "Is this something I can talk about?"

"Hmm?" Mo Xiangwen rarely saw her curious side.

"If it's inconvenient to say, then never mind."

"Rather than asking whether it's convenient to say, it's more accurate to say that this is a question I actually wanted to ask you." Mo Xiangwen shook his head and explained, "I'm the one who's considering whether or not to ask."

"Ask. If it's something I can tell you, I will naturally tell you."

Yan Nuoya smiled and said nonchalantly, "Even if I can't tell you, I won't be angry."

"What if I ask a question about shrimp heads?" Mo Xiangwen joked, "Won't you get angry?"

"If you want to ask, I'll just tell you." Yan Nuoya blinked her bright purple eyes: "Do you really want to ask?"

I do think about it a little, but I don't have a strong desire for it.

More than that, he wanted to know exactly when she had met him.

This person has been eccentric from the very beginning.

It felt both familiar and strange to him.

"Who exactly are you?" Mo Xiangwen stared at her and asked in confusion, "When did you meet me?"

She lowered her eyes as if troubled, then said softly, "My name is Yan Nuoya. As for when and where we met, don't you already know?"

Well, it seems this is the type of thing she doesn't want to talk about.

"Alright, if Yan Nuoya doesn't want to say, then forget it." Mo Xiangwen hadn't really expected her to tell him directly anyway.

"Xiang Wen, why are you so eager to know the answer?" Yan Nuoya asked softly. "Are you worried that I've lied to you?"

That seems a bit too harsh.

He and Yan Nuoya thought this almost simultaneously, then looked at each other, their eyes meeting in the air for a few seconds before separating.

"Because I always feel that you knew me long before I knew you."

Mo Xiangwen frowned: "You seem to know me very well, it's hard not to be concerned, isn't it?"

"As for whether or not I'll lie to you, we're classmates now, so I'm not worried about that."

"Although I know you're still worried," Yan Nuoya said with a faint smile, "this is indeed the answer I wanted to hear. Thank you."

...This woman is really terrifying.

"What you want to ask is why I don't sit with the other girls, right?" Yan Nuoya chuckled. "The reason is simple: the four of them are in the same dorm, but I am not."

It's true that the dormitories on this campus are mainly four-person rooms, so having an extra person would be a bit of a hassle.

"So, you were assigned to a girls' dormitory in another major?"

"Well, it can't be said that it's a girls' dormitory in other majors, since situations like this, where there's just one extra person, aren't unique to our major or class."

Yan Nuoya shook her head: "Who knows what their major is?"

"Those who aren't in the same dorm can sit together, which is better than sitting alone."

"I don't really care, besides, you're here, aren't you?" Yan Nuoya smiled. "Why don't you come and sit with me?"

"Well, I still have to sit with my roommates." He shook his head.

“You have three roommates, but I only have one,” Yan Nuoya chuckled. “I’m your friend too, right? Friends should help each other, shouldn’t they?”

"I think I'd feel more comfortable sitting with my roommates," Mo Xiangwen said, unusually stubborn.

Yan Nuoya smiled but didn't say anything.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Xiangwen had no choice but to take the initiative and continue asking, "But after all, we are still classmates. If we don't sit together, we'll have fewer opportunities to get to know each other, right?"

"If we don't know each other, we don't know each other. It won't have any impact." Yan Nuoya seemed quite calm.

"Won't you lose a few friends?"

"Yeah, that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore."

Yan Nuoya cupped her hands to her lips and lowered her voice, as if she were whispering.

"Anyway, that's what you think too, right?"

After saying that, she winked at him playfully.

Thanks for the invitation, I'm already thinking of packing my bucket and running away tonight.

Does this woman even know what color his underwear is?

Having many friends can be exhausting just to maintain those relationships.

Having just one or two close friends who are willing to help you in crucial moments is enough.

Let things take their natural course. If you can get along well, so be it. There's no reason to necessarily become friends with anyone or to have a certain number of friends.

This is his principle in making friends, and not only his friends, but even his parents could not possibly know it.

Besides himself, who else could understand him so well?

That's impossible, no matter how you look at it, unless that person has mind-reading abilities...

He glanced at Yan Nuoya hesitantly. If Yan Nuoya had always acted this way, it wouldn't be surprising if she really did have mind-reading abilities, right?

If one had the ability to read minds, then many things would actually make sense.

"Don't look at me like that. I really don't have anything as convenient as mind reading."

Yan Nuoya shook her head, both amused and exasperated: "I'm just more familiar with myself."

Of course, the person who knows you best is always yourself.

This is a perfectly correct but useless statement.

It's normal for Yan Nuoya to be familiar with herself, but what does that have to do with being able to easily guess his thoughts?

Could it be that she means...?

Just as he was about to ask further questions to refine his answer, two girls walked in from outside the classroom and stood on the podium.

Seeing the chaotic scene below where everyone was chatting amongst themselves, the two clapped their hands.

"Students, please be quiet."

Chapter 43 Preparations Before Military Training

The two girls were their senior tutors. The one on the left, who was relatively tall and fair-skinned with an imposing air, was named Li Xiaoshuang.

The one standing on the right, who looks more petite and has a relatively gentle temperament, is Yue Yarou.

Although that's the first impression everyone gets, in reality, both Li Xiaoshuang and Yue Yarou are very easy to talk to.

That makes sense, though. Although they are called teaching assistants, they have only been at the school for a year or two longer than the freshmen, so they are only a little more familiar with the campus than the freshmen.

If I really put on airs, it's hard to say whether the younger students will accept me.

The two senior students originally planned to follow the same pattern as they had done before, starting with self-introductions, then proceeding to the selection of class officers, and finally just handing over the tasks and that would be the end of it.

Unexpectedly, problems arose right from the first step: the self-introduction.

Since he and Yan Nuoya were sitting in the first row, the senior student naturally chose Yan Nuoya first.

Li Xiaoshuang gestured to the two of them, and said with a smile, "Let's start with the student sitting in the front."

Yan Nuoya slowly stood up and said calmly, "Hello everyone, I am Yan Nuoya. Please take care of me."

Yan Nuoya didn't seem to be very interested in this part. After saying a few words, she quickly sat down.

The very first sentence was so concise that the two senior students immediately felt a little uneasy.

Well, it's probably just that he's not good at socializing, not that he's a troublemaker.

The two senior students, who were serving as teaching assistants for the first time, became increasingly uneasy and could only comfort themselves in this way.

Naturally, he was next.

Under the expectant gaze of his senior, he slowly stood up.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mo Xiangwen. My hobby is playing video games. Please feel free to give me your guidance."

He hadn't originally intended to cause any trouble for his senior, but when he stood up, he felt there wasn't much to say, so he simply added a hobby to Yan Nuoya's list.

What he didn't expect was that his few words would become a standardized template.

The other male students simply copied it, at most changing the name and interests.

That's normal, since there's not much you can actually say in a self-introduction.

Since most of us spend more time with computers, it's really a bit difficult to expect us to come up with creative self-introductions.

The two senior students, who had finally made smooth progress, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move on to the selection of class officers.

Those who haven't been to university might not know that university class officers are truly there purely to serve their classmates.

Back in elementary and middle school, everyone took class officers seriously.

After all, class leaders could boss their classmates around and were quite powerful.

Now, the balance of power has shifted.

The only thing everyone does is order the class officers around and use them.

When it comes to situations where class leaders need to find someone to help move things, they still have to shamelessly ask each other.

What are you doing? Are you free? Can you lend a hand?

If you really try to boss people around and order them around, then see if anyone will listen to you.

Therefore, the most important thing for a class leader is to build good relationships with the students, which will make it easier to carry out their work.

Otherwise, when you really need someone's help, you'll just have to see if they're willing to cooperate.

What can the diligent work of those class leaders bring?

It's a great opportunity to hone your skills and gain early social work experience.

Listen to this, doesn't it sound familiar?

There are also things like comments, scores, and work experience.

What these things are actually used for, and how useful they are, depends on your perspective.

Anyway, he's not interested in any of that; he'd rather spend that time chatting with his silly friends in the group.

At least the happiness is real—unless someone moves the stone again.

Yan Nuoya, standing beside him, also seemed uninterested, resting her delicate chin on her hand, her little head swaying precariously.

She looked drowsy, and you could hear her adorable yawns from time to time.

If it weren't for basic respect for her senior and classmates, she would probably already be playing on her phone.

However, although the two of them were not very interested, it did not stop a very small number of students from being very enthusiastic about becoming class officers.

When the election ended, he also made a slight note of the class monitor's name, Dong Xiang, and the vice class monitor's name, Li Xiaoxiao.

"By the way, this afternoon, class leaders should remember to have a few students go to the lobby to pick up their military training uniforms."

Having endured the torment of being a passive participant, the senior student, who had finally found temporary relief, made sure to explain things clearly before leaving, which was truly touching.

Military training uniforms are a type of clothing whose only outstanding advantage is their extremely high durability.

The matching shoes further embody this principle.

These hard, flat shoes are uncomfortable to wear, let alone having to stand at attention and march in formation for half a day.

Anyone with military training experience knows that your legs will go numb if you stand in these shoes for less than half an hour.

But there was nothing we could do; nobody had a choice.

However, people aren't stupid, and naturally they have their own countermeasures.

Since your shoes have hard soles and are flat shoes, I can just put a soft insole inside them.