Don't think of rebirth.

Even with the help of Song Yi and Xia He, it took Gu Qinghuan nearly seven o'clock before he finally made a decision.

She was a little embarrassed and originally wanted to invite them to dinner in the evening, but Song Yi said that dinner was already prepared at home and he had to go home to eat.

Xia He wanted to have dinner with Gu Qinghuan, but it was obvious that she was tired from choosing. So she said that she had other plans and sent Gu Qinghuan back home.

When Gu Qinghuan entered the house, Gu Haiyan was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She raised her eyes when she heard the noise: "Huanhuan is back? Have you decided on the tables and chairs you want to buy?"

"Well, it's decided. The mall said it will be delivered to school tomorrow morning. I've told Senior Bai about it, and he will arrange for someone to handle it when the time comes." Gu Qinghuan replied.

"Have you eaten outside?" Gu Haiyan asked again.

"Not yet. Is there anything to eat at home?" Gu Qinghuan glanced at the dining table. It was empty, with nothing on it.

"You can cook some instant noodles." Gu Haiyan thought about it, "There are some boneless chicken feet in the refrigerator."

Wang Jiaan makes boneless chicken feet himself. After cooking and removing the bones from the chicken feet, he adds minced garlic, chili peppers, lemon, and coriander, then pours in the sauce bought online and soaks it for a few hours before eating.

Gu Qinghuan has an even more outrageous way of doing things. Instead of adding any sauce, he would just buy a glass of chilled lemonade and add some other seasonings according to his own preferences, such as vinegar, light soy sauce, chili oil, and pickled peppers.

The downside is that she adds seasonings depending on her mood, so the taste is different every time. One time it was particularly delicious and I couldn’t replicate it no matter what.

Gu Qinghuan cooked herself a pack of instant noodles. She only added half of the powder packet and poured out all the sauce, leaving some noodle soup to dissolve the seasoning, and ate it just like that.

She finished her instant noodles, ate a few pieces of chicken feet, cleaned up the kitchen and prepared to go back to her room to rest and do her homework.

Gu Haiyan waved at her: "Don't leave in a hurry, Mom wants to ask you something."

Gu Qinghuan walked back and sat next to Gu Haiyan.

"You..." Gu Haiyan pondered for a moment, "How are you adapting to Mingde?"

"It's pretty good." Gu Qinghuan answered directly.

"You've been quite busy since you started school," Gu Haiyan said. "I believe you know your limits, but you lack experience after all. If you need help, remember to tell your family."

"I understand." Gu Qinghuan agreed, and added, "I can handle it now. If there is any problem, I will definitely ask mom and dad."

Gu Haiyan waved her hand. She was just pointing it out. Didn't she know what kind of personality her daughter had? The main thing was that sometimes it was dark under the lamp and she couldn't think of it for a while.

Gu Qinghuan returned to her bedroom. Instead of rushing to do her homework, she threw a bomb into the class group first.

Gu Qinghuan: [Tomorrow is Teacher's Day, how are we going to celebrate? ]

The students responded with a series of ellipsis marks and then exploded.

Qin Yue: [Uh uh uh, I forgot.]

Ming Xiaolan: [I actually forgot too! I didn’t even think about buying a gift! ]

Xu Xinghe: [Monday...just after the weekend...not very motivated...]

Jiang Chuchu: [It’s only been a week since school started, and I don’t have much affection for the teachers yet.]

Qin Yue: [You are being too straightforward.]

Jiang Chuchu: [I'm just telling the truth. We still have to go through it. It's polite.]

Everyone agreed with Jiang Chuchu's words. Indeed, it was only a week into the school year, so it would be a lie to say that one had deep feelings for the teachers.

However, as students, we should respect our teachers, and it is also normal to send blessings and greetings to teachers on teachers' holidays.

Gu Qinghuan finished a few fill-in-the-blank questions and glanced at his phone.

Sure enough, the students have already discussed several plans for celebrating the holiday.

Gu Qinghuan: [@秦越 Have you summarized everyone's suggestions? ]

Qin Yue, who participated in the whole process, didn't notice at all that Gu Qinghuan was speaking for the second time.

Qin Yue: [Almost done, I'll look through the chat records and sort them out]

Gu Qinghuan: [After we sort it out, let's have a group vote. Will you do it or should I? ]

Qin Yue felt that group voting was troublesome, so he decisively shook it off: [You come on]

Gu Qinghuan: [Okay, then send it to me and I’ll do it. The deadline is tomorrow morning’s break.]

Gu Qinghuan: [@Ming Xiaolan, we will discuss what to do based on the results when the time comes]

Ming Xiaolan: [ok]

After a while, Qin Yue sent the sorted chat records to Gu Qinghuan.

Looking at the pieced-together chat records, Gu Qinghuan's mouth twitched. He spent a few minutes sorting out the plan, then used the mini program to create a new group for voting, and sent it to the class group @ing everyone.

Then she went back to doing her homework.

There wasn't much homework on Monday, but Gu Qinghuan came home late and finished it at nearly nine o'clock. She took a shower and looked at the voting results after she came out.

The good thing about having fewer people in the class is that all the votes were cast in just about two hours.

She took a screenshot and posted it in the group, announcing that the voting would end early, and then went to chat privately with Ming Xiaolan.

The proposal with the highest number of votes is very ordinary, which is to send flowers to all teachers.

However, the student who made this suggestion was very knowledgeable about flowers. The flowers given to teachers of different subjects each had their own meaning, and coupled with the accompanying pictures, he convinced everyone well.

This boy named Lian Fenghe’s family runs a flower business. He has been interested in plants since he was a child and he showed them off well this time.

If a channel comes to your door, you should make good use of it.

Gu Qinghuan chatted with Lian Fenghe for a few words, and the other party readily agreed that they could order directly from him at cost price.

He also volunteered to take charge of making the bouquets, but after Gu Qinghuan saw his "works" in his circle of friends, she decisively declined.

Gu Qinghuan: [You should discuss the specific expenses with Lian Fenghe. Don’t spend too much on class fees.]

Ming Xiaolan replied with an emoticon that said “I understand”.

It’s not that Gu Qinghuan is stingy, it’s just that making it too grand may not be a good thing for the teachers.

I don’t know how other classes will celebrate with the teacher yet. The gifts they give are too expensive and might attract unnecessary attention.

Everyone just wants to express respect for the teacher, price is not the point.

On the morning of Teacher's Day, Yu Xin got up earlier than usual.

Perhaps because she had actively participated in the discussion of the holiday plan last night, she felt a little excited at the thought of celebrating the teachers today.

Things like group activities had nothing to do with her before.

She was unable to participate in any outings or activities organized by the school.

Her adoptive mother wouldn't give her money or allow her to spend time on those things.

All she had to do was go home early, do housework and take care of her younger brother.

However, this time, she participated in the vote, and her proposal was selected. Everyone also said that she, who had the best math grades, would be responsible for giving flowers to the math teacher...

How could Yu Xin not be excited? She was overjoyed.

When she walked out of the room, she was still thinking about how to give her math teacher her blessings.

Lian Fenghe has memorized the flower language, and she wants to enrich it...

Before he knew it, Yu Xin bumped into the door that suddenly opened.

The forehead made intimate contact with the door panel, making a dull "bang" sound.

Yu Xin felt pain and subconsciously covered her forehead and squatted on the ground.

A female voice pretending to be surprised came from above my head: "Sister, why are you so careless?"