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

Chapter 178 Quasi-High School 3

The typhoon came and went in a hurry.

The water and power outages lasted only one day.

With the concerted efforts of all citizens, some clearing the roads and others repairing the electricity, the lights were back on the second night.

Song Huan sat on the sofa, watching the news on TV. The host, dressed in a dark suit, had a serious expression and was reporting on the progress of post-disaster reconstruction.

He changed the channel, then changed it again, but there wasn't anything interesting, so he turned it off.

Okay, the impact of this typhoon wasn't that big, and it didn't affect the 06 college entrance examination.

The National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) has successfully concluded.

The firecracker debris at the entrance of the examination hall had not yet been swept away, and red paper scraps were scattered all over the ground, blown around by the wind.

Song Huan walked past the school gate with her schoolbag on her back. She glanced at the building where the senior high school students lived and saw that it was empty. There was no one in the corridor, the classroom lights were off, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

He looked away and walked into the school.

……

"Moving books, moving books."

Zhao Qihang shouted in the corridor, his voice so loud that the whole floor could hear him.

Song Huan took the books out of the drawer and stacked them on the table.

Textbooks, workbooks, and notebooks were stacked up to half a person's height.

He picked up a stack of things, walked out of Class 4 of Grade 11, went to the building next door, went upstairs, and entered Class 4 of Grade 12.

The classroom is a bit bigger than the original one, and the windows face south, offering a view of the playground.

The blackboard is old; it has witnessed countless generations of high school seniors.

He placed the books near the window, stacked them neatly, and then turned and walked into the corridor.

Zhao Qihang and Chen Xu were already there, the three of them leaning side by side on the railing, looking down.

Zhao Qihang sighed, "How come we're already in our senior year of high school? It feels like we barely got through our junior year."

Song Huan didn't say anything.

On the distant playground, first-year high school students were playing basketball, shirtless, running and sweating profusely.

He recalled playing basketball on this same playground when he was a freshman in high school, shirtless and running until he was covered in sweat.

Back then, I would occasionally look up at the senior students' area. There was nothing special about it; I would just glance at them and feel that the senior students upstairs were so far away, and the senior year of high school seemed so far away.

He's standing here now.

"Almost a senior in high school, almost a senior in high school, all Lu Xu does all day is talk about being almost a senior in high school."

Zhao Qihang couldn't help but complain, "This is putting so much pressure on me."

Chen Xu leaned on the railing, his chin resting on the back of his hand, and didn't say a word.

Just then, a voice came from behind.

"Song Huan".

All three people turned around at the same time.

Zhao Qihang was the first to call out.

"Holy crap, Feng Nian!"

Feng Nian stood in the corridor, wearing her school uniform, her hair tied in a ponytail, holding an umbrella in her hand.

She looked at the three people in front of her, a hint of surprise in her expression. "The three of you are in the same class?"

Chen Xu stood to the side and nodded.

A hint of envy flashed in Feng Nian's eyes. She walked over and handed the umbrella to Song Huan, saying, "Thank you for the umbrella."

Song Huan took it. "Is everything alright at home?"

Feng Nian shook her head.

"It's nothing." She waved her hand. "I'm leaving now."

She turned and walked away, her ponytail swaying in the corridor. She turned the corner and disappeared.

Zhao Qihang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and squinted.

"You two, you're not having any secret relationship, are you?"

Song Huan was both amused and exasperated. "What are you thinking? She didn't have an umbrella on the day of the typhoon, so I lent it to her."

Zhao Qihang muttered under his breath, "That would be best. Actually, Feng Nian is quite good-looking, she just doesn't like to talk."

Chen Xu nodded beside him, "It's quite quiet."

Song Huan looked at the two people helplessly.

Is this normal for all teenage boys, or does yellow skin make everything appear yellow to them?

In the classroom, Xiao Yunqing sat in her new seat, the books in front of her not yet arranged properly, stacked crookedly on the table.

She held a pen in her hand, not writing, but twirling it between her fingers.

Zhou Shan was still sitting in front of her. She turned around, and the two heads were close together.

"Did you see it?" Zhou Shan asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." Xiao Yunqing stopped writing.

Zhou Shan glanced at the door and said, "You'd better keep a close eye on Song Huan. I heard the girls in the next class are talking about which guy on our floor is the most handsome, and Song Huan is ranked pretty high."

Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything, but she felt a strange pang of sadness in her heart.

He's ranked pretty high... Is he handsome?

He's not handsome at all, you're not allowed to like him!

Zhou Shan added, "Do you think she did it on purpose? Everyone knows Song Huan is yours..."

Xiao Yunqing put down his pen, didn't reply, and coughed twice.

Zhou Shan immediately sat up straight and turned back.

Just then, Song Huan walked in and sat down next to Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him, and stuffed the books in front of her into the drawer one by one.

My thoughts drifted over from her, softly, tinged with bitterness.

[Feng Nian.]

[Return the umbrella? When did Song Huan borrow it?]

[Just to return the umbrella, I went this far.]

Is she...?

Song Huan sighed, "She came to return the umbrella. She didn't have one on the day of the typhoon, so I lent it to her."

Xiao Yunqing shoved the book into the drawer without looking up. "I didn't ask you anything, so what are you explaining?"

Song Huan opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Xiao Yunqing stuffed the last book in, zipped up the bag, took out the textbook for the next class from the bag, and opened it.

His expression was indifferent, as if nothing had just happened.

My inner voice drifted over again.

This time it's different. It's like a bubble rising in the water, bursting, and then another one pops up.

He offered an explanation.

[Not bad, not bad.]

Song Huan looked at her.

She looked down as she flipped through her textbook, a slight smile playing on her lips.

He turned back, opened his textbook, and couldn't help but smile.

……

After a week at school, the miserable second-year high school students can finally have a holiday.

Song Huan lay on the bed, the fan blowing on her face, but the air was still hot.

He turned over and flipped the pillow to the cool side.

Song Wentao's voice came from the living room.

"I think we should get a computer for our home."

Zhang Xuejuan's voice rose a half octave, "What's the point of getting a computer? He's taking the college entrance exam next year."

Song Wentao said calmly, "First, he will be applying to schools online next year, so having a computer will make it easier for him to look up information. Second, I also need a piece of equipment for working."

Zhang Xuejuan was silent for a moment, then said, "That won't work either. What if he starts playing games?"

Song Huan sprang out of bed, rushed out of the room, stood in the middle of the living room, and raised her hand.

"I promise! My grades won't drop!"

Zhang Xuejuan looked at him.

His hair was sticking up, his pajamas were wrinkled, but his eyes were as bright as light bulbs.

She sighed. "Fine."

Song Huan almost jumped up.

Song Wentao took a piece of paper out of his briefcase and placed it on the coffee table. "This is a configuration list given to me by an acquaintance at the computer mall. I don't know anything about these things, so take a look."

Song Huan leaned closer, picked up the paper, and scanned it from top to bottom. The smile on her face slowly disappeared.

"Holy crap, what are all these?" He flipped the paper over, then back again. "This CPU is a three-year-old model. This graphics card is integrated? This RAM, 256MB? This..."

He looked up at Song Wentao, "This is all junk, why are you charging such a high price?"

Song Wentao was taken aback. "That can't be right, can it? It was introduced by an acquaintance."

Song Huan slammed the paper on the coffee table. "Those introduced by acquaintances are the ones who rip you off the most. Dad, you don't understand this, I'll handle it."

Song Wentao looked at him for two seconds, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a wad of cash, and handed it over.

"Seven thousand. Find a good match, the rest is up to you."

Song Huan took it, clutching the thick wad of money in her hand.

Zhang Xuejuan watched from the side, worried, "Put it down carefully, don't let it fall."

Song Huan chuckled, folded the money neatly, stuffed it into his pocket, and patted it.

How could this money possibly have fallen?

He even planned to use those few thousand dollars to leverage assets worth tens of millions!