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

As soon as Lu Qian finished speaking, the entire classroom fell silent.

There was no applause, no discussion, only dozens of pairs of eyes staring intently at the boy on the podium, filled with awe.

"Wow, this writing is amazing..." Li Ting was immediately shocked.

As the arts and culture committee member, she was originally quite satisfied with her answer.

But at this moment, Lu Qian's words seemed to open a brand new window in her ears.

You hold half of the twilight, I hold half of the sunset glow; as long as we're together, we can paint a unique sky...

"Oh my god..."

The girl instinctively covered her slightly open mouth, her heart churning with turmoil.

"Is this... really a level of depth that a high school student could come up with?"

The scene described by Lu Qian kept flashing through her mind uncontrollably.

The fleeting, brilliant sunset was gently caught by a pair of clasped hands, eventually transforming into an eternally dazzling sky.

This philosophical thought, which integrates personal emotions with cosmic imagery, the passage of time with the eternity of emotions, gave her goosebumps.

This doesn't look like answering the teacher's questions live at all!

This is practically an impromptu prose poem!

The way she looked at Lu Qian was tinged with a hint of admiration.

Compared to my own answer, it's like a game-changer!

Lin Shuyue's heart skipped a beat when Lu Qian said "young men and women just beginning to fall in love".

When the line "You hold half of the twilight, I hold half of the sunset" clearly reached her ears, she felt her heartbeat instantly lose its rhythm, as if it were being gripped and released by an invisible hand.

Looking at the familiar figure on the podium, seemingly shrouded in a layer of light, my gaze fell on his parting lips.

In her mind, however, she couldn't help but replace the figure "holding half of the sunset" with herself.

"You jerk, how could you say something like that in front of the whole class..."

"I wish you could tell me this privately..."

She lowered her head, pretending to organize the test papers, but she couldn't suppress the burning sensation in her ears and the pounding in her heart.

For some reason, after hearing the boy's description, the girl suddenly felt a little like falling in love.

In a stunned silence, Zhang Liu was stunned for a few seconds along with everyone else, blinking his still sleepy eyes.

"Wait, what are all these things?"

He scratched his head, feeling that he recognized every word Lu Qian said, but when put together, it sounded like gibberish.

But soon...

Snap!

"There's only one truth: that kid Lu Qian... he's become addicted to reading!"

"No, learning is a lifelong journey, and as his best friend, I can't just stand by and watch him go further and further down this path of no return!"

"We have to bring him back to our happy old home of academic underachievers!"

Zhang Liu instantly felt a great sense of responsibility and mission.

He squinted his small eyes and glanced between Lu Qian and Lin Shuyue in the row in front of him.

"This guy is hiding behind the class monitor, aruba! Looks like I'll have to find a time when the class monitor isn't around to give him a proper reward..."

"But the class monitor always goes to the bathroom with her best friend after class, which gives me an opportunity to sneak in..."

He seemed to see the dawn of victory, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

However, at that moment, a single sentence from Old Zhang on the podium made him suppress his smile.

He cleared his throat, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed admiration: "Excellent, very well said. Lu Qian's insights not only capture the essence of the poem but also extend to a profound reflection on the human condition. Everyone should take the time to appreciate them!"

He paused, then looked at Lu Qian: "Lu Qian, come to my office after class. Have a seat."

End.

The Aruba project can only be postponed for further discussion.

After all, even without the class monitor after class, he still had Lao Zhang to protect him.

"Okay, teacher."

Lu Qian nodded and sat back down in his seat under the watchful eyes of the entire class.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Liu couldn't wait to poke him hard with his elbow.

He lowered his voice, his tone filled with disbelief: "Qianzi, tell me honestly, did you secretly go to some master of Chinese studies for a blessing?!"

"What you just said was absolutely brilliant! It gave me goosebumps!"

"You didn't secretly go home last night and open Bilibili to look at study materials, did you? We agreed to slack off together, how could you betray the organization!"

"..."

Lu Qian turned his head and looked at Zhang Liu's "ghostly" expression, saying half-truthfully, "I really didn't study when I went home. I was just expressing my feelings just now, and I was possessed by a Nascent Soul old monster."

"???"

Zhang Liu was bewildered.

Fall asleep in three seconds.

Another half hour passed before the bell finally rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The classroom instantly became lively.

"Qianzi, let's go, let's go to the toilet?" Zhang Liu stood up and called out.

Getting up immediately when the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class is the basic procedure for falling asleep in three seconds.

Let this guy go relieve himself first, then come back and teach him a lesson.

It's obvious that he forgot what Lao Zhang said in class as soon as he woke up.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qian shook his head: "No, Old Zhang just called on me in class, I need to go to the office first."

"Then call me when you need to use the restroom, and I'll help you, okay?"

"what?"

Lu Qian was a little lost for what the other person was thinking: "How can I help you go to the toilet?"

"Let me help you support yourself!"

"No, I'm afraid it will shock you."

"boast!"

The two chatted about trivial things for a while, then Lu Qian got up.

He said, "I have to go to my office now."

"Alright, we'll talk when you get back!" Zhang Liu waved his hand and slipped away first.

Lu Qian walked through the noisy corridor toward the teachers' office.

The moment I pushed open the door, a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar scene came into view.

"Huh? Lu Qian!" Wen Wan, who was sitting in her office drinking tea, saw Lu Qian walk in and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

Unfortunately, Lu Qian didn't see her from his position; instead, he was immediately drawn to the young male teacher in sportswear by the window.

That was their math teacher, Chen Cheng, but everyone preferred to call him by his nickname, A Dou.

Adou is Mr. Chen's nickname, which he also used as his WeChat name, which led to his nickname spreading among his classmates.

Just don't say it in front of him at school, it might bother him.

In his words, teachers should act like teachers. You can call them that in private, but you should know how to respect teachers in school.

Thinking about it now, that makes perfect sense.

Adou is cheerful and outgoing, loves playing basketball, and is a key player on the school's faculty and staff basketball team.

In his previous life, he treated Lu Qian quite well. He not only frequently called on Lu Qian's name in class, but also took the initiative to ask Lu Qian if he had any questions in private. He even once set aside half an hour after school to explain a problem to Lu Qian alone.

Lu Qian remembered that A Dou was a very capable teacher and should have been a senior teacher by now, but he lost his qualification last semester because he encountered a problem student.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian felt a surge of emotion.

"That's how the workplace is. The more serious you are, the harder it is to climb the ladder. On the contrary, those who are good at handling things rise step by step."

All I can say is that life is unpredictable, like a large intestine enclosing a small intestine.

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

He walked over and greeted them.

A Dou looked up and saw that it was Lu Qian, and immediately a signature sunny smile appeared on her face.

He flashed a bright white smile: "Hey, Lu Qian? What a rare guest! What are you doing in the office? Did you get caught causing trouble in class by Teacher Zhang again?"

His tone was familiar and teasing, and his eyes held a kind smile.

Although Lu Qian didn't usually take math seriously, he still liked this student quite a bit, after all, he was very polite and had a relatively positive outlook on life.

If it was because he made some mistake, he could put in a good word for him with Old Zhang.

"Brother Dou, don't talk nonsense."

Just then, Old Zhang's voice came from the side.

He put down the red pen in his hand, a rare gentle smile on his face: "Lu Qian came today because he performed well."

"Oh?" Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, looking at Old Zhang with obvious surprise. "Really? This kid actually knows how to perform well?"

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Qian with great interest.

The other teachers also cast curious glances, especially Wen Wan, who was sitting in the office, her large, captivating eyes filled with curiosity.