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

Chapter 152 Ice Cream

The bell rang long ago, signaling the end of evening self-study.

Most of the students had left the classroom. The chairs were flipped up and placed on the desks, the broom was leaning against the corner of the wall, and there were a few wads of scrap paper on the floor.

The fluorescent lights were still on, casting a stark white light on the last few rows of tables.

Zhao Qihang had already left. As he left, he shouted, "I'm leaving first," his voice echoing in the empty classroom.

Chen Xu followed behind, taking long strides, and disappeared around the corner of the corridor in just a few steps.

Song Huan didn't leave; she kept her head down and wrote her physics exam paper.

The pen scratches across the paper; I write a line, pause, think, and then write again.

Xiao Yunqing sat next to him, with a math workbook open in front of her, turned to Chapter 3, Functions.

Zhou Shan sat in the front row, turned her chair around, leaned on the edge of the table, and also wrote.

The three people sat in a circle, each writing their own answers, as quiet as an exam hall.

Entering the second semester of the second year of high school, everything became much more intense.

Lu Xu would repeat this in every class: "You will be seniors in high school soon."

This sentence is like an alarm clock, ringing every forty-five minutes to pull you back from your reverie.

Next week is the start of the school year exams, and after that there will be a spring outing.

The day the rumor spread, the whole class was as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

Some people slammed their fists on the table, some whistled, and some stood up and shouted "Long live Teacher Lu!"

Lu Xu stood on the podium, expressionless, waiting for them to finish their commotion. Then he said, "If we don't do well on the exam, I'll ask the principal to let our class stay here and study instead."

The whole class fell silent.

Xiao Yunqing cheered, and after cheering, she vowed to study hard.

So, he pulled Song Huan and Zhou Shan behind for extra practice.

Song Huan got stuck on the last big question.

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A comprehensive question about electromagnetic induction; the question is short, but convoluted.

He read it three times, drew a diagram, marked the direction of the forces, and wrote down two equations, but he couldn't solve them.

The pen tip touched the paper, making a small black dot.

He stared at the black dot for a few seconds, put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temples.

Xiao Yunqing looked up. "You won't?"

"Um."

She leaned closer to look at the question, and after a while, she said, "This question is so difficult."

"Um."

"If you don't know it, then I don't know it either, so don't ask me."

She turned back to continue writing her own work.

Song Huan glanced at her.

When did I have to ask you?

Xiao Yunqing didn't know, but in her eyes, Song Huan was already very impressive.

He can answer questions that I can't answer.

If he doesn't know it, then there's no need for me to know it either.

That's what she's always thought.

Song Huan picked up her pen, reread the question, changed her approach, wrote two lines, and it flowed smoothly.

He continued writing, the pen scratching softly, without stopping.

Zhou Shan got tired of writing, put down her pen, stretched, and raised her arm above her head, making a cracking sound.

She glanced back.

Song Huan lowered his head and wrote the problem, his brows slightly furrowed, and his pen moved very quickly.

Xiao Yunqing also lowered her head to write, her bangs hanging down, covering half of her face.

The two of them wrote their own things, without speaking, so quiet that the only sound was the pens scratching across the paper.

Zhou Shan leaned on the edge of the table, watching them, thinking to herself, "Those male and female protagonists in romance novels are all fake after all."

How can someone get into a prestigious university by just messing around in class every day and studying casually?

Look at the couple behind them, that's a model couple.

When they are studying diligently, they are as quiet as two trees, each rooted and growing independently, but their roots are intertwined.

Xiao Yunqing studied hard in order to catch up with Song Huan.

Song Huan studied hard so that he could answer questions Xiao Yunqing might ask him.

Zhou Shan understood it very well.

If she had someone like Song Huan by her side, she could work just as hard.

She turned back and continued working on her problems.

I wrote two problems, and then got stuck again.

She turned around, glanced at Xiao Yunqing, then at Song Huan, and couldn't help but smile as she thought about what she was going to do next.

"Yun Qing, can I borrow your Song Huan for a moment? I have some questions to ask him."

Xiao Yunqing looked up, her face flushed, "If you don't know, just ask him. What does it have to do with me?"

"I was just afraid you'd be jealous," Zhou Shan said with a grin.

Xiao Yunqing's face turned even redder, red to the tips of her ears. "Who's jealous? He can teach whoever he wants, I don't care."

The sound was very loud, as if it were proving something.

But my inner voice drifted over, both anxious and ashamed.

[I'm not jealous at all.]

Let her ask questions.

[Anyway, he won't do anything.]

[But why did you say you borrowed Song Huan from me?]

[Why would I borrow Song Huan...?]

[No lending allowed!]

Zhou Shan laughed even harder when she saw her like that.

Song Huan listened in a daze.

No, didn't any of you ask for my opinion?

Clearly, neither of the girls took his opinion seriously.

Zhou Shan had already handed over the test paper. "Song Huan, how do I do this question?"

Song Huan glanced at it, pulled the test paper over, and found that she could just do this question.

After explaining two steps, Zhou Shan nodded.

When he got to the third step, she frowned, so he explained it again.

After explaining it for the fifth time, her brow relaxed. "I understand! Song Huan, you're amazing! I understood it as soon as you explained it."

Song Huan smiled. "You're smart too, unlike someone else..."

Suddenly, someone pinched the flesh around my waist.

pain.

He hissed and turned his head.

Xiao Yunqing narrowed her eyes, her smile hiding a knife, "Wow, you're so smart, a top student! I also have a problem I can't solve, can you teach me?"

Zhou Shan watched this scene with immense envy.

When I came out of the school, there were hardly any people on the street.

The streetlights were on, casting a dim yellow light on the road, and the shadows of the two people stretched out on the ground, one long and one short.

Song Huan walked ahead, her steps quick.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, walking slowly, as if taking a stroll.

"Hurry up." He turned to look at her.

"What's the rush?"

"It's too late, it's not safe."

She said "oh" and didn't quicken her pace.

When she reached the intersection, she suddenly stopped and glanced at the street.

The ice cream shop was still lit up, the roller shutter door was half-closed, and the owner was tidying up inside.

She glanced at it, then glanced at it again, and walked on.

After taking a few steps, he looked back again.

This is the third one.

This is the third ice cream shop I've passed since leaving school.

The first two shops were closed, but this one is still open.

"Song Huan." Her voice was sweet, with a hint of pleading.

Song Huan glanced at the shop out of the corner of her eye.

He didn't say anything.

"I want ice cream." She stood at the store entrance and wouldn't leave.

"You're weak, it's not good for you to eat too much. You already ate yesterday."

Yesterday is yesterday.

"Your period is coming soon."

"We're not there yet."

"Soon."

"Almost there, but not quite." She pouted, her voice growing softer and softer, the last syllable fading downwards.

Song Huan frowned.

He moved his lips, preparing to continue speaking.

Xiao Yunqing's eyes reddened.

It didn't become popular gradually; it became popular suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch.

Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening, threatening to spill but not falling.

Her lips were pouting, and her chin was trembling.

Oh my God!

Song Huan almost fainted.

"If you don't want to buy it, then don't buy it. Why say so much?" Xiao Yunqing's voice was muffled, with a hint of crying.

She lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.

The shoelaces were tied tightly in a bow, and both sides were the same length.

My innermost feelings drifted over—grievances and sadness.

[He just doesn't want to buy it for me.]

[All that talk is just because you're reluctant to part with a few dollars.]

I already said I wanted to eat it.

He doesn't care at all.

Song Huan was both amused and exasperated.

She's about to have her period, so is it wrong for her to eat less cold food?

He frantically reached out to wipe the tears from her face.

She flinched halfway through reaching out her hand.

His hand froze in mid-air, then he withdrew it and sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it."

She looked up, her eyes lighting up. "Really?"

"Really." He walked into the store. "Just one, a small one. Eat it slowly, keep it in your mouth for a while before swallowing."

"Okay, okay." She followed behind him, her steps as light as a rabbit's.

The owner had already handed her the ice cream. She took it, took a bite, squinted her eyes, and chewed it a couple of times.

Eat slowly.

"Uh-huh."

She walked ahead, her ponytail swaying, licking her ice cream, her lips curled into a wide smile.

Her eyes were sparkling, as if those tears had never appeared.