Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 292 Water Lesson

Classes officially started on Monday.

The first course is ideological and political education.

The people in room 409 got up early, not for any other reason than to reserve seats.

It's not about occupying the front row, it's about occupying the back row.

When Zhang Yang rushed into the classroom with his textbooks, the second-to-last seat by the window in the middle row was still empty.

He threw the book on the table and sprawled out on it like a lion claiming its territory.

As for why they didn't stand in the last row, it's because Song Huan, as someone who's been there, has already reminded everyone that you shouldn't sit in the last row of a water class.

Liu Yu sat down next to him and adjusted his glasses.

He took out his pencil case, textbooks, and notebooks from his schoolbag and neatly stacked them on the table.

Shen Yan was the last to come in. He glanced at the seat Zhang Yang had saved for him and sat down.

Song Huan sat on the left.

He yawned, his eyes half-closed, clearly not yet used to being a college student.

In high school, I would get up at six in the morning and go to bed at midnight every day. It was tiring, but I got used to it.

Now that I've suddenly relaxed, I feel even more sleepy.

Zhang Yang was chatting with Liu Yu on the side, saying that if Shen Yan hadn't disconnected in yesterday's CS game, they would definitely have won.

Liu Yu nodded, saying that Shen Yan's sniping was still reliable.

Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said in a nonchalant tone, "It wasn't that I disconnected, it was that the other side was cheating."

The three of them were talking when they suddenly fell silent.

Lin Yue stood to Song Huan's left, holding a plastic bag containing a serving of soy milk and a box of steamed buns.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt with a thin lace trim around the neckline, and her hair was down, revealing her white ears.

She had a smile on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes were curved.

Is this seat taken?

Song Huan looked up at her and said, "Nobody's here."

Lin Yue sat down and placed the plastic bag on the table.

Xia Rou, Lin Xiaolu, and Chen Simin followed closely behind.

Xia Rou glanced at Song Huan, her eyes filled with resentment, and sat down next to Lin Yue.

Lin Xiaolu and Chen Simin sat next to them.

[Yueyue actually bought him breakfast? Why? What's so great about Song Huan? He's just average-looking, his grades are so-so, and he's so rude. What does Yueyue see in him?]

Song Huan heard this but didn't say anything.

If he could, he really wanted to stand up and dance on the table in front of Xia Rou.

While dancing, she loudly proclaimed, "Hey, you've got your eye on me, aren't you mad? Aren't you mad?"

Lin Yue opened the plastic bag, and steam rose from the soy milk and xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

She inserted the straw into the soy milk and pushed it in front of Song Huan.

Then he opened the box of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), broke the chopsticks in half, and placed them on the box.

"Did you have breakfast?"

Song Huan shook her head. "I didn't eat."

Lin Yue's eyes lit up. "That's perfect, I bought too much, I can't finish it all."

Song Huan glanced at her.

She didn't touch a single one of the eight xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) in the box.

I only bought one cup of soy milk.

Is this considered buying too much?

He didn't expose her, picked up his chopsticks, took a small steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Thin skin, juicy filling, and fresh meat filling.

He picked up another one.

Zhang Yang, Liu Yu, and Shen Yan all watched this scene with bated breath.

Zhang Yang turned his head and lowered his voice, "Shen Yan, what are you envious of? Didn't you have a girlfriend before?"

Shen Yan looked away, her tone flat, "I didn't eat breakfast either."

The political education teacher's surname is Qin. He is in his fifties, has curly hair, and wears gold-rimmed glasses.

She stood on the podium, slammed her lesson plan on the table, and glanced around at the students.

My gaze lingered briefly on the second-to-last row.

"Those students in the last row, move to the front."

The boys in the last row looked at each other, then moved to the front with their textbooks.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang and the others breathed a sigh of relief, thankful they weren't sitting in the last row.

"I'll make the rules for my classes clear from the start."

Teacher Qin placed her hands on the podium and announced, "No one is allowed to sit in the last row. No cell phones during class; if I catch you using your phone even once, you'll lose five points from your participation grade. No whispering, and no sleeping on your desk."

She paused for a moment and adjusted her glasses.

"Also, you must take notes. I will check them at the end of the semester, and your notes will be linked to your participation grade."

Zhang Yang's face fell.

Liu Yu pushed up his glasses, his face also showing a bitter expression.

Shen Yan didn't speak, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Teacher Qin began her lesson.

Today she is talking about "the ideological and moral cultivation of college students".

They talked like they were bragging, full of exaggerated claims.

He talked about values, then personal ideals, and then about his experience studying in the United States.

She talked about her study abroad experience, then about her son who works in Silicon Valley, and then about her husband, a partner at a well-known law firm.

The topic is like a tree; the trunk is there, but the branches branch further and further away, until eventually no one can remember what she was originally going to say.

The people below began to lose focus.

Some people lay on the table, but not too close, supporting their foreheads with their hands, pretending to be reading a textbook.

Someone was playing on their phone in the drawer of a table, the light from the screen reflecting on their face.

Someone drew little figures in the blank spaces of the textbook, one after another.

Zhang Yang propped up his textbook and hid behind it to chat with Liu Yu on QQ.

Seeing that almost no one in the class was listening, Teacher Qin flew into a rage.

"You all need to pay attention in class! I'm checking your notes at the end of the semester. Any notes that are missing or incomplete will result in a failing grade for participation!"

Upon hearing this, the entire audience erupted in groans of despair.

Zhang Yang asked anxiously, "What should we do? We didn't take any notes. What if we fail the course?"

Liu Yu shook his head. "I don't know."

Shen Yan looked out the window.

Outside the window was the playground, which was empty except for a few physical education students running.

What to do? Only God knows.

Song Huan sat there, twirling a pen in her hand, looking at the blackboard.

Teacher Qin wrote a line on the blackboard, then erased it, and then wrote another line.

His pen spun around and around.

His gaze shifted from the blackboard to the left.

Lin Yue kept her head down, her pen flying across the paper.

Her ponytail hung down, with the ends of her hair draped over her shoulders.

Her eyelashes drooped, and her lips were slightly pursed.

She wrote very carefully, line after line, her handwriting neat and tidy.

Song Huan looked at it for a while, then looked away.

Then he moved to the left, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, "Did you take notes for me?"

Lin Yue looked up and glanced at him.

Her eyes were bright, and she smiled.

"I've got it."

She pushed the notebook toward him.

On the paper, all the key points that Teacher Qin had just mentioned were listed clearly one by one.

The important symbols were drawn in red next to it.

Song Huan glanced at it and pushed the notebook back.

"Keep taking notes."

Lin Yue hummed in agreement, lowered her head, and started writing again.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang and his two companions were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Xia Rou sat next to Lin Yue, unable to bear it any longer.

She turned her head, glared at Song Huan, and said in a low voice, but every word was filled with anger, "Song Huan, can't you have any shame? You don't take your own notes, and you expect someone else to take them for you?"

Song Huan leaned back in her chair and looked at her. "Xia Rou, what you said is not right."

"What's wrong?"

"First, Lin Yue helped me take notes voluntarily. I didn't force her or threaten her. This is mutual help between classmates, which reflects the kindness in our core values."

Xia Rou opened her mouth.

"Secondly, as the branch secretary of the Youth League, when you saw classmates helping each other, your first reaction was not to praise, but to criticize. Xia Rou, your awareness still needs improvement."

Xia Rou's face turned from white to red.

"you!"

"third."

Song Huan held up her third finger. "You just said you asked someone to help you remember things. Isn't using the word 'someone' between classmates too formal? We're all part of Class 0710; we should be united, friendly, and inseparable. Don't you agree?"

Xia Rou was so angry she couldn't speak.

His chest heaved, and he opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

She turned her head to look at Lin Yue, "Yueyue, aren't you going to do anything about him?"

Lin Yue looked up, still holding the pen in her hand.

She glanced at Xia Rou, then at Song Huan.

Then he smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Stop arguing, Teacher Qin is looking this way."

Xia Rou turned around abruptly and immediately sat up straight.

Song Huan lowered her head, pretending to be looking at her textbook.

……

get out of class is finally over.

Zhang Yang, Liu Yu, and Shen Yan stood up, packed their things, and left without looking back.

As Zhang Yang walked to the door, he turned back to look at Song Huan, his eyes filled with "You traitor to the organization."

Helpless, Song Huan stuffed her textbooks into her schoolbag, stood up, and walked out of the classroom alone.

The cafeteria was packed with people.

Just after midnight, a long line formed at the food window, stretching from one end to the other.

Song Huan carried her tray and sat down at a four-person table in a corner.

A short while later, a plate was placed opposite him.

Lin Yue sat down, her hair a little messy, with a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, clearly indicating that she had squeezed in.

She placed the plate down steadily, looked up, and smiled at him.

"Hi, what a coincidence."

Song Huan looked up at her, then lowered her head again to continue eating.

"Unfortunately, I saw you follow me in."

Lin Yue smiled and wasn't embarrassed at all.

She picked up her chopsticks and tapped the rim of his bowl with a clinking sound.

"That means we're destined to meet. Look, there are so many empty seats in the whole cafeteria, but I just happened to choose the one opposite you."

She pointed with her chopsticks to the empty seat to his right, "You're taking up such a big table by yourself, wasting resources. I call this making good use of the space."

Song Huan ignored her.

Lin Yue didn't mind, picked up the chicken leg from her plate, and waved it in front of him.

The chicken drumsticks were fried until golden brown, coated with a thin layer of batter, and glistened under the light.

She held up the chicken leg, swaying it left and right.

"I specially bought these fragrant, big chicken drumsticks. Want some? Just call me 'sister' and I'll give them to you."

Song Huan finally raised her head and looked at her expressionlessly.

You are younger than me.

Lin Yue blinked, her eyelashes fluttering, "Then calling me 'Sister Lin' is fine too."

Song Huan reached out, picked up her chicken leg from her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.

I took a bite, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

"Thanks."

Lin Yue's eyes widened. "Did I tell you to eat it?"

Song Huan didn't say anything, but reached out with her chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork from her plate.

Lin Yue panicked and reached out to grab the chopsticks back.

Song Huan moved her chopsticks aside, and her chopsticks missed their target.

Two pairs of chopsticks touched in mid-air with a clinking sound.

Song Huan withdrew her hand, stuffed the piece of braised pork into her mouth, and chewed it.

Then put down your chopsticks, pick up your plate, and stand up.

"I'm finished eating, please enjoy your meal."

He turned and left.

Lin Yue sat there, looking at the missing chicken leg and braised pork on her plate.

The chicken leg is gone, a piece of braised pork is missing, and a faint oil stain remains on the rice.

She bit her lip and laughed in exasperation.

"Song Huan, you bastard!"

People at the next few tables turned to look.

She didn't care at all, picked up her chopsticks, and finished the rest of her rice.

Then he picked up the empty plate, stood up, and chased after him in the direction he had disappeared.

At the entrance of the cafeteria, the sunlight was so bright that it made people squint.

Song Huan's figure had already walked a distance away, her hands in her pockets.

Lin Yue stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, watching that figure from behind.

She smiled and then quickly caught up with him.