Chapter 70: Missing a Passionate, Unforgettable Love (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

At 1:30 p. m., the lunch break ended with a bell.

Ying Chanxi woke up drowsily from her desk, patted Qiao Xinyan beside her, and the two linked arms to go to the restroom.

For some reason, for girls, the restroom was a dungeon you couldn't clear alone—you had to bring a teammate.

Even Ying Chanxi was no exception.

But as they stepped out of the classroom, Qiao Xinyan's sharp eyes caught Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng walking down the stairs from above.

"Xi Xi, look over there," Qiao Xinyan tugged Ying Chanxi's arm and pointed to the stairwell. "I've noticed Li Luo always walks with Yan Zhusheng."

Ying Chanxi followed her finger and immediately frowned, then relaxed again—whether refuting Qiao Xinyan or comforting herself, she didn't know.

"You're imagining things. He's class monitor, she's sports committee member—they're probably just being called by the teacher."

"That's true, otherwise why would they be going upstairs at noon?" Qiao Xinyan nodded in agreement, but added, "Still, don't you think your cousin and Yan Zhusheng are a perfect match?"

"Remember during military training? They sang together on the field."

"Li Luo plays guitar well, Yan Zhusheng sings beautifully—they're clearly made for each other~"

Girls always did this in private—when bored, they loved pairing up couples, and even the top student in Class One wasn't immune.

"What's so great about him?" Ying Chanxi wrinkled her nose and glanced at Qiao Xinyan. "Yan Zhusheng wouldn't even look at him."

As they spoke, they linked arms and walked into the restroom.

Meanwhile, Li Luo returned to the classroom with Yan Zhusheng.

"Why do I always feel your eyes on me weirdly?" Li Luo sat down and frowned at Yan Zhusheng.

"You just rejected my confession. I'm a little mad at you," Yan Zhusheng said honestly.

"Wait, what… you're really…" Li Luo stared at her, speechless. "Are you getting too into character?"

"This is how you sing sad ballads," Yan Zhusheng said seriously. "Otherwise I can't get into the mood."

"Then how did you sing before?"

"I used to read novels," Yan Zhusheng tilted her head in thought. "'Too Late to Say I Love You,' 'Fatal Encounter,' 'Hurry, That Year.'"

"... Were they all tragic romances?"

"Probably," Yan Zhusheng nodded. "But I sometimes couldn't understand those feelings. Direct practice just works better."

"That's because you lack life experience," Li Luo leaned back in his chair and chuckled. "Girl, you're missing one passionate, unforgettable love."

"With you?"

"I didn't say it was me," Li Luo said, exasperated.

"Oh."

They chatted for a few more minutes before the class bell rang.

Today's morning schedule had four classes: Geography, English, Chinese, and Chemistry.

The Chinese teacher was their homeroom teacher, Kong Junxiang.

The English teacher was Miss Ding Xiang, dressed in a floral dress, beautifully styled, looking very young, speaking with flawless British pronunciation.

According to Zhang Guohuang's gossip, Miss Ding had studied abroad in Britain.

As for Geography and Chemistry, like Mr. Li who taught Math, both were male teachers—not worth mentioning.

Compared to the young Geography teacher and the bald Chemistry teacher, Mr. Li looked perfectly normal—a standard middle-aged man, with neat black hair streaked with gray, wearing a crisp casual shirt and dress pants.

Mr. Li Maoxian was homeroom teacher of Class Seven, but he remembered Class Eight's monitor Li Luo well—he'd eaten two of Li Luo's drinks and little pudding snacks.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Mr. Li Maoxian introduced himself, then turned to Li Luo and smiled. "I need a math representative. You're class monitor—recommend someone after class."

"Mr. Li," Li Luo raised his hand, then thought. "Our classmate Lu Jiahao scored full marks in Math on the high school entrance exam."

"Then Shi Yanran scored 119."

"Also Ren Zheng and Fang Chen—they won first prize in municipal Math competitions during junior high."

This information was gathered by Li Luo after becoming familiar with Kong Junxiang, from the student profiles posted in his office, noting each student's strengths and awards.

But for Mr. Li Maoxian, this was surprising.

He raised an eyebrow and looked around at the other students. "Of those four, who's willing to be math representative?"

"Teacher, I'll do it," Lu Jiahao, whom Li Luo remembered as skilled in photography and fond of small animals, raised his hand. "I was math rep in junior high."

"Alright, it's you."

After the simple election, Mr. Li began his lesson.

After class, as he was leaving, Mr. Li told Li Luo: "Mr. Kong asked you to see him after class—don't forget."

"Oh, got it."

Li Luo replied, then followed Mr. Li upstairs to the fifth-floor office and found Kong Junxiang.

Seeing him, Kong Junxiang pulled out a poster and handed it to him. "The first week of school is club recruitment week."

"Every evening during free time, each club will set up booths along Houde Road. This is the promotional poster."

"Put it up on our class blackboard and inform your classmates."

"After dinner these days, if you're interested in any clubs, go check them out on Houde Road."

Fu No. 1 High School had four main asphalt roads for staff vehicles.

Among them, Houde Road, between the teaching building and the sports field, was the most frequently used path by students, with heavy foot traffic.

Choosing this location for club recruitment booths was perfectly normal.

After this period of exploration, Li Luo had a general understanding of Fu No. 1's club activities.

They now had seven classes daily, four in the morning and three in the afternoon, each forty minutes long.

The last afternoon class ended at 4:40 p. m., and the pre-study bell rang at 6:30 p. m.

At 6:40 p. m., the first evening study session officially began.

That meant, as mealtime, students at Fu No. 1 had nearly two hours of free time every evening.

In addition, Fu Yi Middle School enforces a policy of only one day off per weekend.

That means students are released at noon on Saturday, then must return to school by Sunday evening for evening self-study.

Students who join clubs also stay on campus after school ends at noon on Saturday to attend afternoon club activities.

These are the main activity times for Fu Yi Middle School clubs.

Li Luo glanced down at the club names listed on the poster.

Besides the astronomy club, basketball club, and rock band that Ying Chanxi had mentioned to him at the start of the term, there were also subject-specific clubs: math club, English club, physics club, and so on.

According to Kong Jun, these clubs directly tied to academic subjects were established specifically for competition preparation.

Students wishing to try competitions in various subjects during high school typically join these clubs.

Then, after the final class ends at 4:40 p. m. every day, club members gather in one or two classrooms, where specialized competition teachers schedule lessons…

During Saturday afternoon club hours, competition teachers also arrange a weekly mini-test to ramp up the intensity.

Those who perform exceptionally well may be selected by competition teachers to join the competition class.

Hmm… it's a familiar scent.

It's essentially a disguised eighth period and weekend remedial classes.

Under Fu Yi Middle School's atmosphere, truly ambitious students usually sign up for at least one club tied to a subject they're interested in.

But Li Luo certainly wouldn't torture himself like that.

"Teacher Kong."

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you say that after military training, we'd re-elect class officers?" Li Luo held up the poster, thinking such a task should be left to Hua Xiuxiu, and asked, "When do you plan to arrange it?"

"Ah, that," Kong Jun thought for a moment, then said, "How about Saturday morning? That gives everyone another week to get more familiar with each other."

"Understood." Li Luo sighed; it seemed he'd have to stay busy for a few more days before he could be free.

Either way, when they re-elect the class monitor, he wouldn't step onto the stage.

Then Hua Xiuxiu would surely run, and he could thus naturally step down, entering a state of effortless ease.