Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

Zhou Qiang put down the water and left without looking back, leaving in a remarkably swift and decisive manner.

There's no way around it; high school students are too embarrassed to lose face like that.

His actions left those around him bewildered, wondering what had gotten into him, so no one bothered to think about it further.

Lu Qian watched his departing figure and shook his head.

"Why are you walking so fast? Actually, I wanted to say thank you..."

It has to be said that although this guy has a sharp tongue, he is still a man of his word.

Losing is losing. Without saying a word, they brought the water over and didn't try to argue or deny it.

In short, it's still possible to get along.

It's not about the person being talked about.

"What's going on?"

Lin Shuyue blinked her big eyes in confusion, looking at the bottle of water on the table, not quite understanding what had happened between the two of them.

"Did Zhou Qiang bring you water?"

Three huge question marks seemed to appear on Lin Shuyue's little head: "Why is that?"

The plot development was beyond her comprehension.

This morning, Lu Qian embarrassed Zhou Qiang in front of everyone. Why is this guy suddenly offering Lu Qian water as a gesture of goodwill?

The pretty and innocent little green plum was momentarily stunned.

Lu Qian picked up the bottle of mineral water, which was still a little cool, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

First, let's put on a calm and collected act.

Then, he met Lin Shuyue's inquisitive gaze and smiled, "Why else? It must be because my personal charm is too great, and she has to admit defeat to me."

"Tch, stop being so narcissistic. You're just a little handsome, not as handsome as you think!" Lin Shuyue was amused by his shameless self-praise.

She also noticed that Lu Qian had become much more handsome after he came back from his trip, which was why she felt shy when he stared at her for a long time.

So I blurted out "handsome" without thinking.

Then, when Lu Qian heard those words, they became: "Aba aba... You're so handsome... Aba aba..."

You have to listen to women's words in reverse.

Therefore, he is handsome to the point of being a femme fatale.

"So you mean I'm kind of handsome?"

Lu Qian said with a smile, "How about this, you praise me once, and maybe I'll tell you why if I'm in a good mood."

Lin Shuyue gave him a playful glare: "Lu Qian, can't you be serious for once? Don't make it sound like I'm so interested..."

After saying that, he turned his head away and pretended to continue doing his homework.

But her slightly puffed-out cheeks and upturned lips betrayed her current mood.

"This guy is so annoying, I'm dying of curiosity!"

But since Lu Qian didn't say anything, she was too embarrassed to ask, so she could only sulk to herself.

Lu Qian looked at his childhood sweetheart, who seemed to want to know but was too embarrassed to ask, and couldn't help but chuckle.

What a lovely girl.

There is a passage in "Rickshaw Boy" that says this:

"There are few true words in the world. A woman's blush is worth more than a long speech. But then rouge came along, and it became impossible to distinguish between true feelings and false intentions."

Because of this unadorned childhood sweetheart in his youth, the whole summer seemed to become more innocent.

"Ring ring ring—!"

A moment later, the shrill school bell rang on time, interrupting the noise in the classroom.

Old Zhang's familiar figure appeared at the classroom door right on time.

He held his lesson plan in his hands, his sharp eyes sweeping across the entire classroom.

The once noisy classroom instantly fell silent, and the boys who had been carrying Zhang Liu to Aruba quickly put him down and slipped back to their seats.

In an instant, the homeroom teacher standing at the door exuded an aura of authority.

As mentioned earlier, presence is a powerful force in interpersonal relationships.

The current scene is the best proof.

During our school days, everyone avoided their homeroom teacher like the plague, just like mice avoid a cat.

Once people enter the workforce, when they see their homeroom teacher again, it's like seeing an elder in their own family—it feels so warm and familiar.

After all, there are very few people in the world who want to live a good life, and the homeroom teacher is one of them.

Looking back after surviving your student days, you realize that those who pushed you back then were just trying to make you stronger. It's such a blessing to have someone to guide you.

Therefore, in Lu Qian's eyes now, the balding old Zhang seems somewhat... cough cough, still charming.

"Everyone, please sit down."

On the podium, Mr. Zhang spoke calmly: "The end of the exam doesn't mean the end of learning. Look at the countdown on the blackboard. There are still 108 days until the college entrance exam. Every minute and every second is crucial!"

"Take out your review materials and study on your own, but don't let me hear you."

After saying that, he sat down on the podium and opened his Chinese textbook to prepare his lesson.

A gentle breeze swept by, causing countless pages to turn.

Although everyone's mind was elsewhere after the exam, Old Zhang's authority remained, and most students obediently took out their books. Soon, only the sound of turning pages and the scratching of pens on paper could be heard in the classroom.

Looking down, all you see are exam papers; looking up, all you see is your homeroom teacher. This is what most people experience in their senior year of high school.

of course there are exceptions.

For example, Lu Qian's deskmate, Zhang Liu.

If Xiao Liuzi lowers his head, it means that he has gone black and is truly asleep.

In the back row of the classroom, some students held their books up, hid their heads behind them, and frantically manipulated something in their desks. Others had their textbooks open on the desks, their eyes darting around, exchanging glances and silently communicating with each other through lip movements.

Lu Qian looked at this group of drama queens and couldn't help but laugh.

If I were eighteen and saw this group of people, I would definitely think they were slacking off, and I would happily join them.

Fortunately, he is no longer that impetuous youth and will not be misled by these superficial appearances.

These people, who seem carefree and want the whole world to know they're not studying, are actually more diligent than anyone else in private.

During the day, they play and fool around at school, but when they get home at night, they close the door and keep the desk lamp on until two or three in the morning, working on their workbooks more diligently than anyone else.

If you do poorly on a test, it's normal to say that you didn't study hard enough.

If I do well on a test, it's absolutely because I'm exceptionally gifted, not because I secretly studied in private.

This style of showing off in public while working hard in private is practically the standard for this generation of pseudo-intellectuals. Only some fools would believe it and go home to slack off.

In the end, watching helplessly as everyone else got into their dream universities, all I could do was raise my middle finger to the heavens and yell, "Damn it! You bunch of traitors all lied to me!!"

That's right, Lu Qian was like that in his previous life.

But probably not in this lifetime.

"Heh, you bunch of 'roll kings,' keep acting," Lu Qian thought to himself, uninterested in joining the performance.

Reading can't change your destiny, but reading more books is never a bad thing.

I casually pulled out a book titled "3500 English Words for the College Entrance Examination" from under the desk and started flipping through it.

This action startled Zhang Liu, who was standing next to him.

"Holy crap?!"

Zhang Liu rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "Brother Qian, what are you doing?!"

"Reading?! You're actually reading a book?!"

"Didn't we agree to be carefree 'salted fish' together and have fun until graduation? This is practically betraying the organization, bro!"

Zhang Liu was heartbroken, feeling betrayed by his pure revolutionary friendship: "Lu Qian, you haven't gotten addicted to reading, have you?!"

"This stuff is really hard to quit! I know a few people at addiction treatment centers, how about they give you a few arubs? A full-service package, and they'll make you behave!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qian didn't even look up and replied casually, "No, I just suddenly thought this book looked quite good and wanted to take a closer look."

Zhang Liu was speechless at his perfunctory excuse: "If we're not brothers, it's fine to lie to your brothers, but don't lie to yourself. You haven't been possessed by some academic genius, have you?"

He reached out to touch Lu Qian's forehead to see if he had a fever.

Lu Qian slapped his hand away in disgust: "Go away, go play somewhere else, don't interfere with my appreciation of the charm of knowledge!"

His gaze swept over Zhang Liu's face, which was etched with ignorance and incompetence. He recalled that although this guy's academic performance was mediocre, he got into the system through family connections, married a beautiful wife, had three sons, and lived a comfortable life.

In other words, this guy spent his days lying around doing nothing, but in the future he lived the life he wanted.

So he didn't intend to try to persuade him to study extremely hard, since the other man was doing quite well in the future and there was no need to disrupt his life trajectory.

However, thinking that he might need this colleague within the system to help him with small favors in the future, he added earnestly:

"Little Liu, there are golden houses in books, and in those golden houses, there are beauties like jade."

"Reading more books can't hurt; you never know when you might need them."

The advice was delivered with utmost sincerity.

Zhang Liu chuckled: "Brother Qian, the original meaning of this saying is actually, 'There are golden houses in books; steal the gold before you read the books.'"

"It is said that the person who said this was a gold dealer. After being arrested, he desperately studied criminal law books in order to survive. In the end, he spoke eloquently in court, and the judge was imprisoned along with him. Overwhelmed with emotion, he said this."

Lu Qian: "..."

Three black lines appeared on my forehead. Forums really are harmful; they can tell all sorts of ghost stories.

"Well, this kid's hopeless. Let him be a happy salted fish."

He silently moved his chair to the side, trying to get away from this guy's intellectual abyss, and then lowered his head.

Read aloud: "Abandon, abandon, abandon..."

Time slips away quietly in the arrangement and combination of words.

Lu Qian knew very well that mathematics was his absolute weakness, and it was not something he could make up for in a short time.

Instead of trying to memorize those incomprehensible formulas now, it's better to first solidify your English vocabulary, which is relatively easy to improve, and rediscover the feeling you had when you were in school.

English teachers often say, "As long as you're willing to invest the time, you'll definitely see results in English."

Lu Qian wouldn't dare say that this statement was entirely correct, but it certainly made some sense.

Moreover, due to his experiences in his previous life, his English foundation is quite good. With just a little improvement, he can quickly catch up.

As for math, he's already thinking about finding a reliable online course to systematically brush up on his knowledge over the weekend.

In short, it's just a constant chant: "Abandon, abandon, abandon..."

While he was memorizing vocabulary, Su Yuwei, who was sitting at a 45-degree angle to his left, would occasionally turn her head to look at him, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

But Lu Qian ignored him.

You're looking after your mom.

45 degrees used to be the angle from which I had a crush, but not anymore.

He just thought it was childish.

After memorizing English vocabulary for more than ten minutes, Lu Qian heard the intermittent whispers from the students behind him.

"Look at this, Abenomics... tsk tsk, printing money and quantitative easing, isn't this just rampant monetary easing?"

"Absolutely! I heard that China's national debt has piled up like a mountain. What will we do with this debt hole? Isn't this harming future generations?"

"Yeah, that's outrageous! It feels like they're playing with fire..."

Upon hearing the words "Abenomics," Lu Qian's train of thought about memorizing vocabulary was interrupted.

I almost forgot, this guy is still alive.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the two boys at the table behind him who were discussing current political events, and suddenly interjected, "In Japan, there are three things I never criticize."

The two boys at the table behind him and Zhang Liu were all stunned for a moment, and they all looked at him.

Upon hearing Lu Qian's words, Zhang Liu, like a curious child, leaned closer: "What three things? Tell me quickly!"

Lu Qian smiled and said, "Movies and animated films."

Then, he paused, looked at the three people's blank stares, gave a meaningful smile, and remained silent.

Zhang Liu waited for ages but the third item never arrived, and he scratched his head in frustration: "Only two? Where's the last one? Brother Qian, stop keeping me in suspense!"

The other two boys urged, "Yeah, what's the third one?"

Seeing their eager expressions, Lu Qian's smile grew even brighter.

He slowly took another sip of the mineral water Zhou Qiang had given him, and then, under Zhang Liu's frantic gaze, silently mouthed two words.

Zhang Liu stared at his lips, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The next second—

"Holy shit!!!"

"I hate this feeling of instant understanding!"