Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Qi Yang returned to the classroom, and Ji Tingyu immediately came over and asked, "Did you find it?"

Qi Yang nodded, took out the small white MP3 player from her school uniform pocket, and felt a cool sensation the moment her fingertips touched it.

Ji Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Where did you find it?"

"The equipment room." Qi Yang stuffed the item into a hidden compartment in her pencil case and mumbled, "It probably fell there by accident during PE class."

"You're really lucky. If you hadn't looked carefully, you would have definitely lost it."

Qi Yang echoed, but Yu Guangzhong caught a glimpse of a white figure walking in through the front door of the classroom.

He changed into a pure white short-sleeved shirt, casually draped his school uniform jacket over his arm, and walked to a seat a few rows behind the aisle. He was tall and had distinct features, standing out from the crowd in the classroom. Suddenly, he tilted his head and glanced subtly across the window.

It was withdrawn in an instant.

Qi Yang lowered her eyes and pulled the math test paper out of the pile of books. The paper was covered with dense red annotations.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

The homeroom teacher walked in, and several students who were in the corridor crowded around her as she entered and sat back down in her seat.

The homeroom teacher was in her forties, with a pair of silver glasses perched on her nose. Her face was serious, and her gaze swept over the entire class.

"We'll rearrange the seats before the first class starts. I have the new seating chart here. I'll post it on the wall later and you can all take a look. Move your desks over there yourself, don't dawdle. Once you're done, we'll go straight to the monthly exam paper."

The students suddenly became like startled sparrows, and a noisy discussion broke out.

"Alright, alright, enough nonsense." The homeroom teacher patted the blackboard. "Class monitor, come over here and put the seating chart on the wall."

The class monitor ran over immediately, and everyone in the class stood up and crowded around, eager to see where their new seats were.

Qi Yang's position didn't change much this time. Her height was neither too high nor too low, so she was always placed in the middle when seating was arranged. She and Ji Tingyu waited until some of the people in front dispersed before they looked at the seating chart.

"Great! We're still deskmates!" Ji Tingyu exclaimed excitedly, happily going with her to move the table.

Qi Yang smiled and nodded, then glanced at the seating chart below. Just as written in the original book, Chen Zuo and Xia Nian's names were now next to each other.

The students started moving around, the sound of desk and chair legs scraping against the floor rose and fell, mixed with talking and laughter, the whole classroom was as chaotic as a pot of boiling porridge.

Chen Zuo stood up, carrying his bag in one hand and dragging the desk forward with the other. Lou Yu caught up with him, very excited.

"Great, bro, I'm still behind you."

Chen Zuo exaggeratedly shrank his shoulders, raised his hand to cover his thin neck, and said disdainfully, "Are you chewing gum?"

Lou Yu, shameless and cheeky, said, "Yeah, I'll stick to you for the rest of my life."

"No, I'm really scared."

Yu Guangzhong said someone was coming over, and Chen Zuo turned his head.

A girl carrying her desk walked over. She wore black-rimmed glasses and looked very quiet.

Chen Zuo wasn't quite sure. "Xia Nian?"

This is the name next to him on the seating chart; he's also his new deskmate.

Xia Nian's heart pounded like thunder.

She hadn't expected her deskmate to be Chen Zuo this time. She mentally prepared herself before carrying the desk over. As soon as she entered, she saw the tall, slender figure of the boy, who was playing around with a few other boys, a faint smile on his lips.

Her breath hitched, as if she had entered a space that did not belong to her, completely different from the tranquility she had long been immersed in solitude. The surrounding noise was out of place for her.

But when she saw Chen Zuo, her heartbeat became inexplicably disordered, rapid and erratic.

Xia Nian wanted to say something, but the words ended up being met with a silent nod.

Chen Zuo stepped forward and lent a hand, aligning the table.

His new deskmate whispered a thank you, barely audible, but Chen Zuo still heard it. He replied nonchalantly, "You're welcome."

He hadn't really remembered the names of many people in his class, and the person in front of him was so quiet that he was almost invisible. He searched his memory for a while but couldn't find any recollection of him.

Chen Zuo withdrew his gaze, his eyes passing over the crowd of people in the first few rows, and subconsciously looked towards the direction by the window.

Qi Yang gripped the sides of her desk with both hands and slowly moved backward.

Her arms were thin with prominent wrist bones. She pulled up the cuffs of her school uniform to reveal a section of her fair forearm. The table was full of books and papers. She was struggling a bit. The table legs got stuck in the grout between the floor tiles, making a dull rubbing sound.

Chen Zuo shifted his feet slightly.

"I'll help you."

Qi Yang looked up and saw a boy wearing glasses standing in front of her. His collar was neatly pulled up, and he exuded a refined and clean aura.

It was Zhou Wen, who sat in front of her.

He had already pulled the table away, and Qi Yang followed, saying, "Thank you."

The table, which had been struggling to move before, became much easier to handle in the boy's hands. He steadily moved the table over for her, nodded to her, and said, "You're welcome."

The chaos in the classroom continued. Chen Zuo glanced away, took two steps back, and sat back down in his seat.

On the podium, the homeroom teacher cleared her throat. "Everyone's seated, right? Okay, take out your monthly exam papers. Let's look at the first question—"

Xia Nian took out the test paper very quietly.

The boy had a strong presence, his long arm hunched over the cramped table and chairs, his slender forearm casually resting on the table, his long fingers entwined with a pen, and he exuded a pleasant pine scent.

Her gaze inevitably took in his every move.

Xia Nian lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to hear the teacher's voice, but the serious and upright lecture voice passed through her ear canal and could not be retained.

She recalled that when she carried the table over, Chen Zuo was surrounded by several people chatting and laughing. She stood a few steps away, and their gazes naturally fell on her.

"Xia Nian?"

This was the first time she had heard the other person say her name.

She actually wanted to say "hello" or "please take care of me in the future," or even just smile, but for some reason, it felt like her throat was being choked.

Will he think he was being impolite...? He shouldn't do that again next time.

She thought this to herself and made a silent vow.

*

After the seating arrangement was changed, Xia Nian realized that Chen Zuo was even more popular than she had imagined.

During the ten-minute break between classes, she had just returned from getting water when her seat was taken.

She is the class's arts and culture representative.

"Chen Zuo, could you help me with this problem? I've calculated it twice and the answer is still wrong."

The school strictly forbids students from wearing makeup, but some people still secretly apply a thin layer of foundation to their faces or draw thin eyebrows. She sat down confidently and asked Chen Zuo for advice.

Chen Zuo generally wouldn't refuse to discuss these kinds of questions.

The boy had very light eyebrows and eyes. He looked serious when explaining the problem, and his pale fingers held the pen and drew on the notebook. His wispy hair slightly covered his eyebrows.