Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"Thank you." Lu Wensheng felt like his head was like paste. He stood up and took the book handed to him by Liu Jiqian.

"You're welcome, classmate. What's your name?" Liu Jiqian asked with clear eyes.

"Lu Wensheng."

Liu Jiqian nodded, hiding the smile in his eyes: "Add WeChat."

"what?"

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In the end, Lu Wensheng added the campus idol's WeChat without knowing it, and followed Tang He back with a book in his arms. Tang He kept chattering along the way.

Lu Wensheng's eyes were solemn, and he responded perfunctorily from time to time. It was obvious that his mind was not elsewhere. It was unknown what he was thinking about, and he tightened his grip on the book.

At night in the dormitory, lying on the bed, Lu Wensheng repeatedly flipped through the circle of friends of his family members, opened the chat boxes of his father, mother and sister in turn, and flipped through the chat records on them, as if to prove something. Finally, he tried to type a few words and deleted them.

"system......"

He stared at the top of the bed curtain, suddenly muttered something under his breath, turned over and became quiet.

The next morning, everyone's alarm clocks rang one after another. After getting up, washing up, and gathering in the playground.

Looking at Tao Yin spitting all over the stage with several familiar yet unfamiliar leaders sitting next to him, Lu Wensheng sighed - it was indeed reasonable and weird.

After standing for half an hour and listening to the principal and leaders “say a few words”, Lu Wensheng and his classmates officially began the class.

"I don't collect cell phones in my class, but if I find you playing with your cell phone, you will lose five points for regular classes, ten points for being late, and twenty points for being absent... But if you stand up to answer questions in class, whether you are right or wrong, you can get extra points, and if you complete your homework well, you will also get extra points."

Jun Ning was wearing a teacher's uniform and had a ponytail, looking like a top teacher. She rested her hands on the podium and scanned the students below with a sharp gaze.

"Normally there won't be a lot of homework, but if I'm not satisfied with it, I have to do it again! I will send you the requirements for the final exam on the study pass. As long as you follow the requirements, you won't fail the course."

After listening to Jun Ning's words, many students turned pale and looked up at the sky with their chins propped up - there would be troubles to come.

Tang He sat next to Lu Wensheng and whispered, "I feel like I'm back in high school."

Jun Ning: "One more thing, whispering is not allowed in my class! You can only speak when you are told to!"

Tang He shrank his neck guiltily: He is sitting three rows back, isn’t the teacher’s hearing too good?

Jun Ning briefly explained the classroom rules and started the class. Lu Wensheng raised his hand very actively to answer questions. Tang He, who was standing next to him, would immediately cover his face with a book whenever he noticed Jun Ning's gaze looking over here.

Tang He: “???” Oh no, he met a fake dad. If he had known that there was an active student next to him, he would not have sat with Lu Wensheng!

In order to be considerate of Tang He, Lu Wensheng changed his seat during the break and sat in the empty first row, almost face to face with Jun Ning.

The students gasped: This is really awesome.

Moreover, Jun Ning was the kind of teacher that all students were afraid of - she was still cranky even in college, and after she started to take the roll, she would randomly look at the list and call out students' names in the middle or at the end to see if the students were there.

After the class, the students were all scared. Only Lu Wensheng and Jun Ning took the initiative to interact. Jun Ning's face, which was a little stern, softened a lot when he looked at Lu Wensheng. After Lu Wensheng answered twice, Jun Ning didn't ask him what his student number was anymore.

Jun Ning: "Classmate, do you want to be a class representative?"

Lu Wensheng: “Okay!” Master, let us continue our relationship as master and disciple!

Other students: So are we also part of your play?

After the class, Lu Wensheng was inexplicably in a good mood. Tang He scratched his head, not quite understanding.

"Teacher Jun, I'm here to deliver the materials."

Ji Yanli was wearing a thin white shirt with a few buttons casually open at the collar, revealing a slender white neck. The lines of the clothes were ironed neatly, embellishing his straight waist and making his legs look long and straight.

It looked like he had just returned from an academic conference with his supervisor, and he still had his coat draped over his arm.

While Jun Ning was looking through the information, he didn't say a word. The sharp outline of his face was tinged with a hint of alienation and indifference. There was no ripple in his pair of black and white eyes. His silent eyes were unusually cold. He noticed Lu Wensheng's gaze, looked him up and down for a moment, and nodded.

Lu Wensheng blinked, and went out of the classroom with Tang He and the others. On the way, he carefully observed the school. Tang He couldn't help but said.

"I feel like you're a bit confused in this state, as if you're not in the right state, but sometimes you're very into it - hahaha, as if you're shuttling between reality and fantasy, hmm, it doesn't seem like you fit in here, you're just watching, yes, you feel like you're watching from the sidelines."

"Really? Maybe."

Lu Wensheng chuckled softly, his eyes unclear.

After a few classes, the time was free, so Lu Wensheng went to the school library. He didn't read, but just sat there and enjoyed the soothing atmosphere.

"Brother Lu."

A familiar voice sounded, and Lu Wensheng turned around and saw Liu Jiqian, whom he had just met in the morning. He had a book under his arm and seemed to be studying in the library.

"Liu, Senior Liu." Lu Wensheng smiled, not quite used to this title.

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but looking at Liu Jiqian, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Liu Jiqian curved his eyebrows and said, "Let's go out and find a place to chat."

It is undeniable that Liu Jiqian gives people a very reliable and reassuring feeling. Lu Wensheng did not refuse - he just wanted to find someone to talk to, and Liu Jiqian was just the right person.

Liu Jiqian invited Lu Wensheng to drink milk tea. Lu Wensheng refused at first, but couldn't persuade him. In the end, the two of them sat on chairs outside. The branches of the banyan tree above their heads were rustling in the wind. There were only the two of them under the mottled shadow of the tree.

"If I say that I have actually known you for a long time, would you believe it?" Lu Wensheng leaned back in his chair, looking at the sky, sipping milk tea, as if he was speaking casually.

Liu Jiqian lowered his head and chuckled, hiding the smile in his eyes: "Believe me, I still remember the expression you made when you looked at me."

Lu Wensheng looked over here.

Liu Jiqian: "It feels like seeing an acquaintance change his condom. It's surprising and strange."

Lu Wensheng let go of the straw and covered his eyes with his arms.

“People say that it’s hard to tell whether it’s Zhuang Zhou dreaming of being a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of being Zhuang Zhou. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference. It seems that in reality, everything around me is very real, but it feels very strange. There’s always a voice in my heart reminding me that all this is fake... There’s a sense of disconnection.”

Liu Jiqian listened quietly with a serious expression, as if he had really taken it in. His eyes were heavy, as if he was thinking.