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

Lin Qingxue didn't even glance at him before returning to her seat.

Chen Jianji finally relaxed.

Not bad, you kept your word, Lin Qingxue, you're a real man!

"Brother Ji, what happened to you? I just came to study, and you're already like this."

"Didn't you go chasing after the class monitor? How did you end up injured and caught a cold?"

"Could this be a ruse?"

Zhang Ziliang, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask, but as soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head.

"No, you always ran to the class monitor for comfort whenever you were injured."

"They won't even acknowledge you. At worst, they'll send you to the school clinic. They're not buying it."

He brought up that long-forgotten dark history.

Chen Jianji's face darkened.

"Alright, let's not bring up the past anymore!"

"If you have the time, go outside and get me some hot water to make me some herbal tea for my cold."

Zhang Ziliang casually picked up the water bottle that was lying on the ground next to him.

"There's no need to go outside. I bought a large water bottle to avoid the hassle of having to go to get water every time, saving time."

Chen Jianji was somewhat surprised.

"Oh? What time do you want to save?"

"hey-hey.."

Zhang Ziliang chuckled.

"The college entrance exam is coming up soon, and I want to raise my score so I can try to get into a decent university."

"Isn't it said online that you'll regret going to college for a while, but you'll regret not going to college for a lifetime?"

"Let's not leave any regrets."

Chen Jianji seemed to be meeting his childhood friend for the first time.

"Oh? Suddenly so sentimental?"

Zhang Ziliang shook his head.

"Weren't we at Liu Hai's house today?"

"His younger brother was under a lot of pressure to get into our high school. I barely managed to get in by doing exceptionally well in my middle school entrance exam."

"With such good teachers and environment, I can't waste it."

Chen Jianji remained silent for a while before taking the kettle from him and pouring the hot water into his own thermos.

"Actually, university is just like this."

"Playing video games and skipping classes, four years have passed just like that."

As he spoke, he tore open a packet of cold medicine and poured it into a cup.

A smile crept onto his lips.

"Oh, I forgot, you're in third grade."

Zhang Ziliang immediately became furious and embarrassed.

"No, who are you looking down on? When the class monitor was teaching me today, he said I could get into a good vocational college, and if I keep up this level, I might even get into a third-tier university!"

"Although the tuition is expensive, whether I go or not is another matter, but it can prove to my family that I have no problem learning! Then my dad won't be able to say anything to me!"

Chen Jianji was taken aback.

This is unlike what Zhang Zilian would normally say. Although he sometimes reflects on life, he doesn't think that quickly.

Chen Jianji grasped the key point in his words.

"Will the class monitor teach you?"

"Isn't she teaching the two brothers with bangs? What's it to you?"

Zhang Ziliang glanced at Chen Jianji.

"The class monitor said that this mock exam overlaps with the high school entrance exam in terms of knowledge points, and he can teach me a little bit about it."

"We could have brought you along, but you fell asleep."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper covered with writing from his bag.

"Hey, this is the plan that the class monitor wrote for me for the rest of the time. Even if no one teaches me, if I follow the plan step by step, my grades will definitely improve."

"There's a big difference between having someone teach you and not having someone teach you. At least you get some direction, instead of learning bits and pieces here and there on your own."

Chen Jianji reached out and took the paper from Zhang Ziliang.

The paper was covered with Zhang Ziliang's name.

The following is a series of plans.

The learning order of each subject, the classification of various knowledge points for memorization, the methods for organizing common mistake-prone question types, etc.

This is a short-term learning plan customized by Zhang Ziliang himself.

"Hey bro, you've been sitting next to the class monitor for so long, how come she's never made you one of these?"

"When the tutoring ended, she said before she left that she would make you a copy when she got back, and that you could ask her for it."

Chen Jianji returned the paper and patted Zhang Ziliang on the shoulder.

"Just keep it and do as I say, I don't need it."

Seeing his expression, Zhang Ziliang thought for a moment and couldn't help but speak up.

"Brother Ji, even though I can't win him over, the class monitor is still a pretty good friend."

Chen Jianji remained silent.

Aside from deceiving him emotionally, Lin Qingxue is indeed a person of impeccable character.

Objectively speaking, he is a trustworthy friend.

but...

Chen Jianji held the water glass and spoke slowly.

"We can't even be friends anymore."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziliang wanted to say something more.

Chen Jianji suddenly stood up.

"The water in your kettle isn't hot anymore, I'll go get some more."

He had just finished speaking.

Chen Jianji took his water bottle, walked past a long row of desks, and prepared to leave the classroom.

Zhang Ziliang was left completely bewildered.

"I just filled it with water a short while ago, doesn't this kettle keep water warm?"

Thinking this, he reached for the kettle and carefully poured some water into his own container.

Zhang Ziliang put down the kettle, covered the back of his hand, and gasped for breath.

"hiss!"

"Isn't this hot?!"

Ring ring...

The bell rang for evening self-study, drowning out all other noises in the classroom.

Lin Qingxue sat in her seat with her hair down on both sides, her long hair not tied up, so that no one could even see her profile.

She held a pen, hovering it over the blank notebook, unable to write a single word for a long time.

"Hey Qingxue, I think you taught me this problem before, but I got it wrong again. Could you explain it to me again?"

Liu Yun gently poked her from behind with a pen.

Lin Qingxue paused slightly, and subconsciously looked up at the doorway first.

Then he turned around.

Where is it?

The evening breeze blew in through the window next to the desk.

The wind blew her long, flowing hair aside.

The wind also stirred a worn notebook that sat quietly in the corner of her desk, unwritten and without a name.

The pages of the book turned in the wind.

Every page was filled with densely written study plans.

......