We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

"Now I'm handing out your exam admission tickets. Please keep them safe, as there's only one copy available. Once lost, they won't be replaced." Zhong Jianjun stood on the podium and gestured with his chin toward Lin Xinle.

Lin Xinle got up, walked to the front of the classroom, picked up the stack of cards, and handed them out one by one.

A card was placed on Li Mubai's desk. He picked it up and glanced at it, ignoring the headshot taken at school.

Test Center Name: Pingyang No. 6 Middle School

Examination Room Number: 1

Seat number: 28

Li Mubai rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Wasn't the test center right at their school?

"Teacher, is the exam venue at our school?" a student couldn't help but raise their hand and ask.

"Yes, our school will serve as a test center for the college entrance examination, and all students will take the exam on campus."

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then erupted in cheers, like water boiling over.

"Great! No need to book a hotel!"

"Won't our school teachers be proctoring the exam? That would be awesome!"

"Who will replace my exam documents if I went to the wrong exam room or forgot my ID card and admission ticket?"

"Please select your college entrance exam opponent: overslept, went to the wrong exam room, forgot your ID card and admission ticket..."

Zhong Jianjun didn't interrupt, waiting for the commotion below to build up before speaking:

"Don't get too excited yet. The proctors are all transferred from other schools, and students from other schools will also come to our school to take the exams."

The classroom quieted down, and everyone looked up to listen.

He continued, "We've relaxed things for you during this final period, but that doesn't mean you can completely let loose. Continue studying as usual and doing practice problems until three days before the exam."

He scanned the classroom, his voice still hoarse:

"Do you all understand?"

"clear--!"

"Put your admission ticket away and take out the exam paper to continue explaining the questions."

Li Mubai silently stuffed his admission ticket into his pencil case, then took out a mock exam paper from the pile of books...

"Brothers, I'm leaving next week. Will we ever see each other again?"

In the dormitory at night, Yang Kun covered his face and pretended to cry.

"Isn't the exam next week, on Thursday the 6th?" Zhao Feng asked, puzzled.

"There will be a three-day holiday before the exam, and if you combine that with the weekend, that makes a five-day holiday, right?"

Wow! There's even a mini-holiday!

"So, after this weekend, when we go back to school, it'll be exams," Yang Kun said.

"Damn it, it seems like we really don't have much time left." Zhao Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, looked around, and asked, "Do you guys have confidence now?"

"Getting into university shouldn't be a problem, right?" Yang Kun leaned against the bed railing. "Whether I can get into a top-tier university depends on my performance."

"Where's Yong?" Zhao Feng asked Jiao Yong again.

"One book, if you can't perform well."

"Prison King?"

"Getting into a decent university shouldn't be a problem."

Zhao Feng then looked at Feng Wanli.

"Similar to Wang Rui," the latter said.

"What about you, Li Mubai? Are you confident you can get into Peking University?" Zhao Feng turned to Li Mubai. "I can brag about it when I go out, saying that I have a roommate who got into Peking University."

Li Mubai chuckled and shook his head: "It's not that simple. We'll see how it goes."

"Tsk." Yang Kun suddenly clicked his tongue. "I just remembered, Zhao Feng, didn't you ask everyone like this at the beginning of your second year of high school?"

"Huh?" Zhao Feng was taken aback. "Really?"

"You asked if any of the six of us in the dorm wanted to be class officers?" Yang Kun patted his head.

"Oh, it seems so."

"Then he complained that he didn't want to be a class leader, but ended up becoming the deputy class leader."

Li Mubai put down his pen, turned his head, and did not reply.

"So, what Lao Bai says is the opposite of reality. He says it's not easy, so he means he'll pass the exam. Congratulations, Lao Bai. If you become rich and powerful in the future, don't forget me."

"You can deduce that from something?" Zhao Feng chuckled.

Li Mubai twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't reply, and turned back to continue flipping through the book.

"By the way, when are you planning to take the books back from the classroom?" Zhao Feng changed the subject.

"It definitely has to be Friday, we have classes these next few days."

"With so many books, won't you be exhausted by Friday?"

"Then we can put some of them away in the dorm room beforehand, and bring the books back from the bookshelf first," Yang Kun said.

Li Mubai thought about it and realized that his bookshelf was indeed piled with books, which he hadn't looked at in a long time.

"It's 11:20, everyone remember to wash up." Feng Wanli got up and went to bed, reminding everyone.

"Okay, okay." Yang Kun quickly took off his shoes.

Li Mubai put down his pen, took his materials, and went to bed, preparing to study a little longer that night…

The next day after school, during the break, Li Mubai planned to clear out the books in his bookshelf.

We need to set up the exam venue on Friday, and time will be tight, so we need to move as much as we can in advance.

Before he even reached the bookshelf, a startled exclamation came from in front of him: "Ah!"

A girl suddenly jumped back from in front of the bookshelf, taking several steps back.

"What's wrong, Zhouzhou?" Lin Xinle walked over. "There's a cockroach!"

Mao Zhouzhou's voice was still trembling: "I was picking up the book just now, and it was lying on the spine, then it fell to the ground and ran away."

"Where?" Lin Xinle also took a half step back.

"They got away..." Mao Zhouzhou was still shaken.

"That's alright," Lin Xinle patted her chest. "Our class is relatively good. In Class 12, a dead rat was found in a bookshelf."

"Huh??" Several girls around her frowned.

Li Mubai walked to his bookshelf and paused for a moment.

He hadn't opened this bookshelf in a long time; the books he usually used were either placed on the table or tucked into his book bag.

He pulled on the cabinet door, a beat slower than usual, and slowly opened it.

There were indeed quite a few books piled up inside, some with curled edges, and several covered in a thin layer of dust.

He waited a few seconds to make sure nothing jumped out before he breathed a sigh of relief and started moving the books out one by one. Occasionally, a tiny spider the size of a grain of rice would flash by, only to be blown away by his breath.

When only a few books remained, he took them all out at once, and his gaze immediately stopped—at the very back of the bookshelf, lay a letter lying quietly.

A lime-colored letter, flattened by the book, seemed to have been sitting there for some time.

Li Mubai picked up the letter; a faint, sweet and sour scent still lingered at the edges.

Who put it there? Or was it placed in the wrong place? He remembered that when he first moved into Class 18's classroom, this bookcase was empty, so he occupied it and put a name tag on the outside.

He flipped through it; there was no signature on the envelope, nothing at all.

Li Mubai observed his surroundings. The other students were busy moving books, and no one noticed him.

He then opened the envelope, inside which was a card about the size of a postcard—"If it had been done a little earlier, would the outcome have been different?"

There was no signature, no date, and no extra words on the card.

Li Mubai flipped it over, and the other side was also blank.

He stared at the line of text for a long time, several people flashing through his mind, then he denied them one by one, as he was not familiar with the handwriting.

He shook his head, folded the card, and put it back in the letter. The sweet and sour smell mixed with a hint of bitterness quickly dissipated in the air.

Li Mubai hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't throw it away. Perhaps it would find its own owner in the future.