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

early morning.

A glimmer of genius appeared.

Then a march started playing over the school's loudspeaker.

Liu Hai and Zhao Yong, who had just finished washing up and were about to leave the boys' dormitory, were suddenly puzzled.

"Huh? The sports meet ended yesterday, so why are they still playing music this morning?"

Before they could remain puzzled for long...

A female voice came over the loudspeaker.

"All homeroom teachers, please lead your classes to assemble on the playground at 8:00 AM sharp for a meeting."

"All homeroom teachers, please lead your classes to assemble on the playground at 8:00 AM sharp for a meeting."

...

The broadcast rang several times to ensure that all teachers and students could hear it before it stopped.

Only the songs from the collection were still playing on a loop.

"Eight o'clock? Doesn't that mean we can go straight there after morning reading and skip class?"

Liu Hai was slightly taken aback.

Zhao Yong breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"That's good. I thought we had to assemble now, which would mean I wouldn't be able to get breakfast."

As he spoke, he turned around and called out to Chen Jianji, who was still lying on the bed.

"Brother Ji, get out of bed! I'm taking the breakfast my mom brought back to the classroom. Eat it while it's hot, or it'll get cold."

Seeing this, Liu Hai couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"That's strange. Didn't Brother Ji go to bed quite early last night? He's usually the first one up too."

Zhao Yong muttered something to himself.

"You know what, when I saw Brother Ji cleaning up those things he threw away last night, he looked really serious. I bet there's something going on."

"Oh? Is that so?"

...

The two were whispering to each other.

"What are you all guessing about?"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted their discussion.

They both turned around to look.

Chen Jianji, with faint dark circles under his eyes, slowly sat half-upright on the bed.

"Huh? Brother Ji, you're awake?"

"What's going on? You'd usually be rushing to the classroom by now at this time."

Seeing Zhao Yong's puzzled expression.

Chen Jianji smiled wryly and pointed to his ankle.

"The price I paid for forcing myself to play yesterday was that my ankle was throbbing all night, and I couldn't sleep. It only got a little better this morning."

As he spoke, he had already rolled up his trouser leg.

Her ankle, which was gradually swelling, was exposed.

"Hiss~!"

Both of them gasped.

"Brother Ji, your skin is inflamed, isn't it?"

Liu Hai couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Yong added, "Should we go to the school clinic with you?"

Chen Jianji shook his head.

"No need, I was lazy last night and didn't apply the ointment. This stuff needs to be changed every three or four hours, and there's no time to relax late at night."

"You guys go to the classroom first. Zhang Zilian is still asleep. I'll go with him later."

"Okay, don't push yourself. If you really feel unwell later, just text us and we'll ask for leave for you and take you to the school clinic, or we can have Zhang Zilian take you there. That would be faster."

"Okay, no problem."

Watching the two figures leave.

Chen Jianji also looked at the two bottles of ointment placed at the foot of the bed.

The bottle is empty.

The other bottle is also about half full.

He reached for a bottle behind him, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed out some liquid.

Then apply it evenly to my slightly swollen ankle.

A cool and refreshing sensation.

The swelling and pain in the joints gradually subsided.

Chen Jianji looked at the bottle covered with densely packed words about its effects.

I couldn't help but think of that spoiled young lady who always had a sour face.

Chen Jianji couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

He didn't reply to the message yesterday because his phone was out of battery. I bet this young lady is furious today.

"Hey, Zhang Zilian, wake up! Get up!"

Chen Jianji stretched out his uninjured right foot and kicked the bed frame next to him.

"Um?"

Zhang Ziliang touched the phone on the bedside table, squinted at the time with sleepy eyes, and then immediately threw it away.

"Sleep a little longer. Isn't it normal to be late today because of yesterday's sports meet?"

Chen Jianji was speechless.

"What does the sports meet have to do with you? What did you even participate in?"

"Um..."

He covered his face with the pillow and let out a muffled groan.

Chen Jianji twitched the corner of his mouth.

This thing lay flat like this in its previous life too.

But the family's financial situation is getting better and better.

There is no other reason.

Naturally, after the chicken farm was established, Uncle Zhang, being a good person and a hard worker, was entrusted with an important task by his parents: managing a chicken farm on a hilltop.

Chen Jianji still remembers Lin Qingxue, who was already with him at the time, trying to dissuade him.

Tell your parents not to let someone they know in the village manage this important position.

Otherwise, if the villagers see this, they'll try to squeeze in completely incompetent people into their own companies, and it will be difficult to manage.

My parents didn't know what to do for a moment.

It was only after Chen Jianji finally agreed that Lin Qingxue fell silent and stopped objecting.

There's nothing we can do about it; it's been decades of friendship.

No matter how late it was, or how many natural disasters had occurred, people and tea plants were in trouble, and the chicken coop was almost destroyed.

Heavy rain, flash floods, or high temperatures.

No matter what the circumstances, no one else wanted to come.

But a single phone call is enough to summon Uncle Zhang, and he never utters a word of complaint, no matter how much or how little money he receives.

This is a friendship that has transcended life and death.

As for the rest of the village?

Chen Jianji wasn't particularly persistent; he would help if he could, but he certainly wouldn't agree to anything that would seriously affect the company's operations.

...

"You're really lucky, kid!"

He glanced at Zhang Ziliang, who was still sleeping like a dead pig, and couldn't help but curl his lip.

"Let me use your phone."

"Um..."

Zhang Ziliang snorted and, without raising his head, began to stroke the spot next to the pillow again.

He quickly found his phone and tossed it behind him.

Chen Jianji reacted quickly and tried to catch it.

But then my ankle started to hurt.

Bang!

The phone hit the bed frame and bounced next to Chen Jianji.

He paused for a moment, and when he picked it up, the screen was black and he couldn't turn it on no matter what he did.

"How come these old-fashioned button phones break even if you drop them?"

Chen Jianji's face twitched.

But soon.

But a smile crept onto his lips.

It turns out that even those who are lucky come at a price.

When Zhang Zilian goes home this week, he'll probably get whipped by Uncle Zhang with a belt again!

A good mood for the day seems to have begun.

Chan Kin-kei threw the phone back, then got up and left.

"Your phone is broken, it's none of my business."

"Um..."

"Um?"

Zhang Ziliang finally raised his head; he seemed to have just heard some incredible news.

But he rubbed his eyes and saw that there wasn't a single person around.

You misheard.

He came to a conclusion, lay down again, and went back to sleep.

......

When Chen Jianji arrived at the classroom.

Zhao Yong gave him a nod.

Chen Jianji nodded, then looked at his seat.

A steaming bowl of porridge has been placed on the table.

But in the seat, it was Wang Jiaqi who was sitting, whispering something to Lin Qingxue who was reading a book next to her.

Chen Jianji's eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he slowly walked over.

Until we got a little closer.

Only then could he clearly hear their voices.

"Qingxue, with your grades, why are you even looking at these ordinary colleges?"

Lin Qingxue's voice was brief.

"I'm watching this for a friend."

"Oh, it's Li Wenyan, right? His recent mock exam scores are among the top in his grade, which is definitely enough for him to get into a top-tier university."

"The following are second-tier and third-tier universities, so we don't need to look at them, right?"

Lin Qingxue paused slightly, but continued calmly.

"Please note that you may not be able to maintain your score in the college entrance exam. You might not perform well due to relaxation before the exam or nervousness during the exam, and your score could be even lower."

Upon hearing this...

Wang Jiaqi nodded in realization.

"That's true. I've heard from those who repeated a year that many of them felt they didn't perform well at all, which is why they did it."

As she spoke, she realized a problem.

"Hey, Qingxue, why are you only looking at schools in Beijing?"

Lin Qingxue paused for a moment, just about to speak, when she caught a glimpse of a figure slowly walking towards her out of the corner of her eye.

She lowered her eyes but spoke without looking up.

"It's closer to Tsinghua University."

"what?"

Wang Jiaqi suddenly realized.

Lin Qingxue is the only person in the entire school with a very high probability of being admitted to Tsinghua University.

What puzzled her was...

Why did Lin Qingxue not look for universities in Beijing when she was looking at a first-tier university, but only look for second- or third-tier universities?

But before she could even ask...

Whoosh!

A sound of an insulated bag being lifted was heard.

Wang Jiaqi then looked up.

A familiar figure appeared before my eyes.

"Oh, you're here. I'll give you my seat."

She was about to get up.

But Chen Jianji took a pair of chopsticks out of his bag and put them on Wang Jiaqi's shoulder, making her sit back down.

He remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.

"No rush, we'll go down to assemble after morning reading."

"You two can talk slowly."

......