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

As soon as Wen Wan finished speaking, Lu Qian's gaze was instantly drawn to the pair of dual-wire headphones in her slender hand.

Two-wire headphones, one of the greatest inventions in human history.

When Wen Wan came to him with her dual-wire headphones, it meant that he was about to share a pair of headphones with this gentle and charming music teacher, and listen to her songs together at an incredibly close distance.

Besides, it's just the two of them left in the office now. If they wanted to get physical, it wouldn't just be a matter of whether they got carried away or not.

Thinking it over, Lu Qian turned around without hesitation, a bright smile spreading across his face: "Thank you, Teacher Wen!"

He walked a few steps to Wenwan's desk and naturally took one of the white earphones that was handed to him.

Seeing this, Wenwan's cheeks flushed slightly.

This was the first time in her life that she had ever shared a pair of headphones with a boy.

He lowered his head, pretending to fiddle with his MP3 player, and stuffed the other earphone into his small ear.

This behavior is essentially tantamount to tacit agreement.

Lu Qian also put on his headphones and leaned slightly closer.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to less than a foot.

Lu Qian could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Wen Wan. A few strands of her hair fell beside her fair neck, swaying gently with her soft breathing.

When the MP3 play button was pressed by Wen Wan's slender, pale fingers, a soothing and pure prelude flowed into their ears simultaneously.

They both subconsciously adjusted their posture, their shoulders brushing together slightly before quickly separating.

Wen Wan quickly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids, completely immersed in the music and her own singing.

While listening to the familiar yet unfamiliar melody and the gentle, clear, and moving voice, Lu Qian secretly glanced at the beautiful woman who was standing right next to him out of the corner of his eye.

Her profile, as she listened intently, was soft and beautiful; sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her delicate skin…

The office was so quiet that only the flowing music and the two people's almost synchronized, soft breathing could be heard, and the air seemed to have become somewhat ambiguous.

As the music ended, Wenwan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still lingering with the radiance of being moved by the music.

She turned her head to look at Lu Qian: "Lu Qian, I really didn't realize you were so talented. Not only are your answers to questions so insightful, but you're also such a great songwriter. I have to say, your lyrics are really good, with very delicate emotions. It feels like you're immersing yourself in the song when you're creating it."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lu Qian felt a little embarrassed by the look, and scratched his head: "Teacher Wen, you flatter me. My inspiration is only good for writing things. As for professional skills, I still have to rely on you."

"That's not just 'okay'," Wen Wan shook her head, saying seriously, "It's talent, but..."

She changed the subject, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Her alluring body leaned slightly towards Lu Qian as she lowered her voice and said, "Your lyrics are so deeply emotional; have you secretly been in many relationships before? Otherwise, how could you, at such a young age, have such profound insights?"

His words were tinged with probing, clearly indicating that his true intentions lay elsewhere.

She asked the same question last night, but after Lu Qian praised her a couple of times, she was brushed off and ultimately didn't hear the answer as to whether she was in a relationship.

Now, she wants to hear it again.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qian's heart skipped a beat.

Wenwan's seemingly unintentional act was clearly an attempt to pry into her romantic history; it was probably the prelude to some kind of soul-searching interrogation.

But this also reflects Wen Wan's favoritism towards her. Otherwise, why would she have nothing better to do than inquire about the romantic history of one of her students?

Thinking of this, he quickly pretended to be stupid and said innocently, "No way, Teacher Wen, I'm such a simple and good student, I only think about studying every day, how could I possibly be in a relationship?"

"cut!"

Seeing Lu Qian's honest and simple appearance, Wen Wan almost burst out laughing.

If she hadn't seen this guy's glib tongue before, she almost would have believed him.

Before she could even speak, Lu Qian suddenly changed the subject: "Besides... even if I wasn't perceptive before, now that I see how beautiful and elegant you are, Teacher Wen, and how beautiful your singing is, other girls all seem ordinary in my eyes. How could I possibly think about anything else!"

"∽∽∽"

Delicious.

"Glib-tongued and disrespectful!"

Wenwan's cheeks flushed red instantly, like the sunset on the horizon.

She playfully patted Lu Qian's arm lightly, the force gentle and soft, not like she was angry, but rather like she was rewarding him.

Being praised for her beauty so directly by such a handsome high school student was a bit overwhelming, even for her, and her heart inexplicably raced a little faster.

But a sweet feeling welled up uncontrollably in my heart.

"Okay!"

She quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's talk about something serious. I saw you promised Teacher Zhang you'd study hard. So, are you really planning to give it your all for the college entrance exam?"

"Um."

Lu Qian put away his joking expression and answered seriously, "I guess so. It wasn't that I suddenly turned back; it's just that I felt that learning itself is actually quite interesting."

What he said was the absolute truth.

Only after being reborn will one realize that those seemingly useless things learned in textbooks will become one's most valuable assets once one enters society.

"cut."

Wen Wan was somewhat skeptical of his words and replied with a smile, "That sounds nice. You don't like studying, so why do you suddenly like it now? It's obviously because the college entrance exam is coming up, okay?"

She hated studying when she was in school, and most of the students she met after graduation also disliked studying, so she wouldn't believe this guy's nonsense.

She thought this guy would continue to stall, but what Lu Qian said next stunned her.

It wasn't so much because the sentence was so shocking, but rather because it was so real that it gave this twenty-something-year-old teacher a sudden realization.

That's right, what Lu Qian said was:

"That's because I enjoy learning, not being educated."

These words struck Wen Wan like a bolt of lightning, leaving her completely stunned.

Because what I enjoy is learning, not being educated.

This sentence was like a key, instantly unlocking many of her confusions about education.

Yes, how many children, who were originally full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge, have gradually lost their enthusiasm for learning because of boring lectures, cramming, and a single evaluation standard?

The purpose of education should not be to stifle interest, but to ignite and guide it, and to protect that curiosity about the world.

Lu Qian's casual remark revealed a profound and essential issue in education, which was a revelation for Wen Wan, a young teacher who had only recently started working and whose heart was still burning with educational ideals. She was deeply shaken and inspired.

For the first time, she realized so profoundly that what was in the boy's head might far exceed his age, and even surpass many adults!

"He...he's only seventeen or eighteen, right? How could he think so deeply?"

"Could it really be that I just casually expressed my feelings, and then it all came true?" Wen Wan wondered to herself.

Next, the two chatted for a while about the style of the music, the revision of the lyrics, and their insights about learning, until they had listened to both songs in their entirety.

Lu Qian glanced at his watch, stood up to say goodbye, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Wen. You recorded my song very well... But now that self-study is almost over, I have to go back to the classroom. We can talk again later."

"Okay, go ahead." Wen Wan nodded, a gentle smile on her face.

Lu Qian got up and left.

Click.

The door was gently closed, leaving Wen Wan alone in the office.

"I want the moon in the sky, the frost on the ground, a snow-white girl, and a pitch-black bed..."

"I want the green of youth, and the yellow of leaves, to carpet the place I'm going to..."

"..."

The midday sun shone warmly in, and the MP3 player was still playing Lu Qian's song "I Want" on repeat.

Wen Wan leaned back in her chair, her fingers unconsciously stroking the warm headphone cord, savoring the conversation she had just had and the boy's earnest profile.

For some reason, I couldn't calm down for a long time.

My gaze inadvertently swept across Old Zhang's desk across from mine.

Several stacks of homework notebooks awaiting correction were piled up on the corner of the table.

The topmost book prominently displays the name "Lin Shuyue" in neat and beautiful handwriting.

Beneath Lin Shuyue's notebook, a corner of another workbook was visible.

Above is Lu Qian's slightly unruly signature.

"..."

Her gentle brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She stared at the two stacked notebooks for a few seconds, as if she was thinking about something.

A moment later, she stood up, walked to Old Zhang's desk, and carefully pulled out the exercise book with the name "Lu Qian" written on it that was under Lin Shuyue's homework.

Then, she gently placed Lu Qian's homework on top.

It was placed on top of Lin Shuyue's homework.

After doing all this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I sat back down, put my headphones back on, and continued to immerse myself in the music.

But the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

The sunlight outside the window seemed to become even brighter because of her small gesture.