Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 15 You Are My Deskmate

Song Huan dislikes going out and going to school, partly because he can hear other people's thoughts, in addition to psychological aversion.

It's too noisy. Everyone's saying something, it's like a bustling market.

It's so noisy it's giving me a headache!

Unless Xiao Yunqing is present.

The Chinese language class is continuing.

On the podium, the teacher spoke with great enthusiasm and expression.

Below the podium, Song Huan's gaze drifted elsewhere.

To be precise, it floated towards my deskmate, the one with the high ponytail.

Xiao Yunqing sat upright, head held high, hands folded on the table, looking every bit the model student.

From behind, the curve of her ponytail was just right, and the exposed part of her neck was so white it shone.

Song Huan was staring at her back as the world gradually quieted down.

The buzzing sounds seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall and completely disappeared.

Only one voice remained, soft and gentle, echoing in his mind.

[The rhetorical device the teacher just mentioned... is it metaphor or personification...?]

[It seems like a metaphor... no, it seems like personification...]

[Oh no, I spaced out, I didn't hear you clearly...]

Song Huan couldn't help but laugh.

This girl appears to be listening attentively in class, but she's actually struggling with this kind of question in her heart.

Xiao Yunqing seemed to sense something, and her back stiffened.

Is he looking at me?

[Am I sitting upright enough? Is my hair messy?]

[Please don't look at me, look at me, look at me...]

Song Huan laughed even more happily.

The contrast is hilarious.

She appears aloof and quiet, but inside she's a socially anxious and easily flustered cutie.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt that the silence around him was a little strange.

I looked up.

The Chinese teacher was standing on the podium, staring at him.

The whole class turned to look at him.

Song Huan was stunned.

"Song Huan," the Chinese teacher pushed up her glasses, "what are you laughing at?"

Song Huan: "..."

He touched his face and realized that he was actually smiling.

[Finished. ]

[Serves you right! You never pay attention in class and always stare at me!]

This thought came from the side, carrying a hint of schadenfreude and a touch of worry.

Song Huan looked at Xiao Yunqing and found that her face was a little red and she was glaring at him.

Those eyes clearly said: See? You got caught!

"Song Huan," the Chinese teacher began, "stand up."

Song Huan stood up.

"What did I just say? Can you repeat it?"

Song Huan fell silent.

He was so focused on looking at Xiao Yunqing that he had no idea what the teacher was talking about.

"You don't know how?" The Chinese teacher nodded. "Then recite the text. We assigned 'Watching the Tide' yesterday. Recite a section of it."

Song Huan was stunned.

Watching the Tide?

He never memorized this text at all.

Who in their right mind would memorize a text?

Xiao Yunqing became anxious.

She sat in the front row, mouthing frantically to Song Huan, her mouth opening and closing.

At the same time, her innermost thoughts flooded into Song Huan's mind like water released from a dam.

[This idiot can't even memorize this!]

[Watch my lip movements!]

Song Huan's eyes lit up.

Oh right, he can hear her thoughts directly!

He immediately focused his attention, trying to catch the sounds in her mind.

Around 1 p.m., a rumbling sound came from afar, like muffled thunder rolling...

"Around one o'clock in the afternoon," Song Huan began, "a rumbling sound came from afar, like muffled thunder rolling..."

The classroom fell silent.

The Chinese teacher was stunned.

Xiao Yunqing was also stunned, but dared not slack off and continued to mouth the words.

Song Huan continued reciting, word for word, as fluently as if she were reading aloud.

[The white line moved quickly toward us, gradually lengthening and thickening, stretching across the river...]

"The white line moved quickly toward us, gradually lengthening and thickening, stretching across the river..."

Xiao Yunqing kept reciting to the end, and Song Huan kept memorizing to the end.

As the last word fell, the classroom fell silent.

The Chinese teacher pushed up her glasses, a look of surprise on her face.

"You memorized it...not bad."

Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sit down," the Chinese teacher nodded. "Pay attention next time, and don't let your mind wander."

Song Huan sat down, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yunqing turned her head and asked him softly, "Wow, that's impressive. I noticed you haven't even looked at this text. How did you memorize it?"

Song Huan chuckled: "I'm a genius."

Xiao Yunqing rolled her eyes: "You love to brag."

But when she turned back, the corners of her mouth were turned up.

Song Huan looked at the back of her head and heard her inner thoughts.

[Thank goodness I memorized it...it scared me to death...]

……

At lunchtime, the cafeteria was packed with people.

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing carried their trays and lined up to get their food.

Neither of them lived close to the school, so they ate lunch in the cafeteria and then went back to the classroom for a nap.

The moment Song Huan stepped into the cafeteria, her mind went blank.

[Why is there so little braised pork today? Did the auntie's hand slip?]

[I need to lose weight, I need to lose weight... but I really can't resist this spoonful of sweet and sour pork...]

[Don't push, don't push! I haven't swiped my meal card yet!]

I burned the shredded potatoes today, will I get a complaint...?

A flood of voices poured in, giving Song Huan a headache.

He frowned and took a deep breath.

There was no other way but to put up with it.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead of him, queuing gracefully.

Her ponytail swayed gently with her movements, her back was ramrod straight, and her expression was indifferent, giving off an air of unapproachability.

But what she truly felt...

[Oh no, is my bangs flat today? Did he see it?]

[How long will this line take? It's so hot...]

[Should I ask him if he wants to study together after dinner? Exams are coming up soon, what if he does poorly and gets transferred if he doesn't study...?]

[No, no, that's too direct. He'll probably find me annoying, won't he?]

[But what if he really does poorly on the test if I don't ask him...?]

Song Huan was trying to suppress her laughter, but she almost couldn't hold it in.

This girl appears to be a cool and aloof goddess on the surface, but she's actually struggling with this kind of issue in her heart.

The line moved forward slowly.

Xiao Yunqing continued to mutter to herself.

He kept staring at me during Chinese class today. Is there something on my face?

[No, he often looks at me, is it...?]

[No, no, no, don't overthink it. Maybe he was just spacing out...]

[But why are you staring at me while you're daydreaming?]

[Ugh, this is so annoying!]

Song Huan finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hearing the laughter, Xiao Yunqing turned around and glared at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Song Huan quickly suppressed a laugh: "It's nothing, just thinking about something happy."

Xiao Yunqing looked at him suspiciously, then turned back.

[His smile is so weird... Is he laughing at me?]

Am I not pretty today? No, I don't think so...

Song Huan listened to her heartfelt words and laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

It was finally their turn to get their food.

The lady serving the food looked at Xiao Yunqing with a broad smile: "Little girl, what would you like to eat today?"

Xiao Yunqing ordered a braised pork and a stir-fried vegetable dish.

The auntie serving the food quickly scooped up a generous spoonful of braised pork and piled the vegetables high in the air.

"Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome! Eat more so you can grow taller!"

[Wow, this little girl is really pretty.]

When it was Song Huan's turn, the auntie serving the food visibly trembled.

Half of the braised pork was gone, and half of the green vegetables were gone too.

My hands are so sore, I really want to go home...

Song Huan: "..."

Is this discriminatory treatment?

Song Huan was speechless.

Auntie, I'm only in fourth grade, and I need to grow too!

……

The two found a corner spot and sat down.

Xiao Yunqing put the plate down and took out a small bag from her schoolbag, which contained tissues and wet wipes.

She pulled out a tissue and handed it to Song Huan.

"Wipe your hands."

Pay attention!

Song Huan raised an eyebrow, took the tissue, and wiped her hands.

After wiping her hands, Xiao Yunqing took out two pairs of chopsticks, one pair for Song Huan and the other for herself.

This set of movements is so fluid and smooth; it's clear that she's used to doing it.

Song Huan looked at the braised pork on the table, then at the pitifully few pieces in her own bowl, and sighed.

Xiao Yunqing noticed and put two pieces of meat from her bowl into his bowl.

"Eat."

Song Huan was taken aback: "Why are you giving this to me? You eat it yourself."

"That's enough," Xiao Yunqing said, bowing her head to eat. "Eat more so you can grow taller."

Song Huan: "..."

Can we not talk about growing taller?

But since the meat is already in the bowl, why not eat it?

He picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth; it tasted pretty good.

As he ate, he heard Xiao Yunqing's inner thoughts again.

He ate...he ate the meat I put on his plate...

Does that mean... it's indirectly related to that...?

[Pah! Pah! Pah! Xiao Yunqing, what are you thinking! Let's eat! Let's eat!]

Song Huan almost spat out her food.

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing was eating with her head down, her face expressionless, but the tips of her ears were red.

Song Huan cleared her throat and continued eating.

The meal was exceptionally lively.

The murmurs in the cafeteria continued, but with Xiao Yunqing nearby, the noise didn't seem so unbearable.

He would occasionally glance up at her.

[He's looking at me again! Is there something on my face?]

He smiled.

[What is he laughing at?! So annoying! But... he's actually quite handsome...]

Song Huan kept her head down as she ate, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

After finishing their meal, the two went back to the classroom together.

As they walked down the corridor, Xiao Yunqing suddenly spoke.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"Exams are coming up soon, have you started studying?"

Song Huan thought for a moment and honestly answered, "No."

Xiao Yunqing paused and turned to look at him.

That look in his eyes, how should I put it, was a bit like a homeroom teacher's.

What score did you get on your last Chinese test?

"Seventy-two."

"What about English?"

"eighty."

"What about math?"

Ninety-eight.

"How come you're so good at math?"

"Oh, because that's the only subject I wrote seriously."

Xiao Yunqing fell silent.

Song Huan sensed something was wrong.

"Starting tomorrow," Xiao Yunqing said, "after lunch, I'll help you review Chinese and English."

Song Huan was stunned.

"what?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Xiao Yunqing glared at him. "What if you do poorly on the test and the homeroom teacher transfers you?"

Song Huan blinked.

Transferred?

Where are they being transferred to?

After Xiao Yunqing finished speaking, she realized what she had said and her face turned red.

"I mean... um... you're my deskmate, if you do badly on the test and get moved to the back, then I'll have no one... no one to help me..."

She spoke softer and softer until she finally stopped talking altogether and quickened her pace.

Song Huan stood there, watching her retreating figure, and smiled.

He quickly caught up with her and walked beside her.

"Sure, you can help me review."

Xiao Yunqing turned to look at him, her eyes lighting up.

"real?"

"real."

Xiao Yunqing pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth still turned up.

[I said yes, I said yes, I said yes!!]

[Great! Now we don't have to worry about him being transferred!]

[Wait, why am I so happy...]

[Whatever, I'm just happy!]