Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Lin Qingxue gripped the breakfast in her hand tightly, her eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness.

"I told you yesterday I would bring you breakfast."

The voice wasn't loud, but you could clearly sense the dissatisfaction in it.

The atmosphere became slightly awkward for a moment.

Zhao Yong watched as their eyes met, and it seemed different from before.

Moreover, he never knew that class monitor Lin Qingxue would bring breakfast for Brother Ji!

Holding the bowl of porridge, Zhao Yong quickly lowered his voice and spoke to Chen Jianji.

"Brother Ji, why didn't you say so? The class monitor brought you breakfast, and you still want mine. Hurry up and accept it, you can eat it anyway."

"This is a great opportunity!"

Chen Jianji ignored him, and simply took out a tissue from the drawer and wiped his mouth.

He casually tossed it onto the trash bag hanging next to his desk.

Then he raised his eyes, looked at Lin Qingxue, and said calmly, word by word.

"In the future, please consider whether others are willing to agree before you do anything. I did not agree yesterday."

Lin Qingxue was stunned for a few seconds.

Soon, her brows furrowed noticeably, and a fleeting look of annoyance seemed to cross her face.

Chen Jianji knew that this was Lin Qingxue's habitual action.

When things are out of her control, or don't go according to her plan.

That's just how she is.

However, this has nothing to do with Chan Kin-kee.

Yesterday in the cafeteria, he did not accept Lin Qingxue's offer to bring breakfast.

He didn't deliberately make things difficult for anyone.

Chen Jianji looked away.

Then I picked up my Chinese notes and began to recite them silently.

He ignored Lin Qingxue.

When Zhao Yong saw this, he was worried for him.

This was a rare opportunity, but it turned out to be...

Is there something wrong with Brother Ji?

Is this how you pursue someone?

Seeing Chen Jianji's expression, Lin Qingxue's face clearly showed some impatience.

Her gaze shifted and landed on Zhao Yong.

"Time for morning reading, go back to your seats."

"Oh well."

Soon, Zhao Yong left.

The students gradually came in, one by one.

Chen Jianji looked at the pinyin of each word in his Chinese notes, as well as the usage of subject, verb, and object.

I couldn't really focus on it, and my vision gradually went out of focus.

He wanted to change seats.

If I continue to be Lin Qingxue's deskmate this semester.

Forget about studying, every time I see her, I'm reminded of my past life.

And there was that diary filled with complaints about himself.

But Chen Jianji remembers.

Chen Jianji had to beg the teacher for two whole weeks to be his deskmate with Lin Qingxue.

He made countless assurances, saying that if he wanted to improve his score, it would absolutely not affect anyone else.

This finally convinced the teacher to reluctantly agree.

If you want to change seats now, it's simple: just cause some trouble or play pranks on your classmates during class.

He'll definitely be assigned to the garbage dump next to Zhang Ziliang.

Chen Jianji felt more at ease there.

Just as his thoughts were drifting...

A faint fragrance wafted from the side.

Chen Jianji could sense it.

Lin Qingxue, who had been standing still for a while, finally sat down.

She still seemed to be staring at him.

But Chan Kin-kei ignored it; the new entries in his diary yesterday were resolute and cold-blooded.

It's no different from the 'disgusting' feeling of my previous life.

"What you're holding is my notebook."

The sudden sound interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Jianji was slightly taken aback, only then realizing that the handwriting in his Chinese language notebook was familiar.

He also remembered that he used to take advantage of his deskmate to use many of Lin Qingxue's notes.

Just looking at those neat handwritings makes me inexplicably happy.

But now, once I realize it, these familiar handwritings, even if they contain important knowledge points, are instantly recognizable.

All of this made Chen Jianji extremely resistant.

"Oh, I forgot. Here you go."

Chen Jianji put the notebook away and placed it on her desk.

Then he began to rummage through the tall pile of books in the hall.

Physics, Chemistry, Biology...

Scattered single-page notes from various subjects, or exam papers used for checking answers.

Everything that Lin Qingxue's things hadn't been returned yet.

They were all found by Chen Jianji.

It took a full ten minutes!

Until the very end.

Chen Jianji carried all the materials, which were almost as thick as two Chinese textbooks, and placed them on Lin Qingxue's desk.

"Count them and I'll find the missing ones."

His voice was calm, simple, and concise, without a single wasted word.

Lin Qingxue looked at the things neatly arranged on her table, her eyes flickering slightly.

Seeing that Chen Jianji had turned his head away, taken out his book again, and started reading, she noticed that he had already turned his head away.

Her fingers curled slightly, her eyes were lowered, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

At this moment, Chen Jianji was still thinking about how to change seats.

Being too noisy can also affect other students' studies.

Or should we just talk to the teacher about it?

suddenly.

Chen Jianji only felt someone touch his shoulder.

He turned his head to look.

Lin Qingxue was holding a book that she had rolled up.

I just touched this thing.

Chen Jianji frowned, his face showing some impatience.

"Is there anything else?"

Lin Qingxue raised her eyes.

Chan Kin-kei also made eye contact with him.

At this moment, even the environment seemed to favor this eighteen-year-old girl.

The morning breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, and the rising sun outside the window shone on her.

It looked as if it was coated with a layer of light.

It wasn't until quite a while later.

Lin Qingxue then took the breakfast out of her hand.

It's two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.

Her lips parted slightly, and a soft voice rang out.

Unlike the usual aloofness and indifference, it carried a sense of peace that came from restraint.

"Do you still want breakfast?"

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