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

Chapter 78 Substitute Squad Leader

After the books are distributed, it's time to talk about discipline.

Wang Qing stood on the podium, holding a student handbook in her hand, and turned to the third page.

"Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School has only twelve rules. But I must memorize every single one of them."

Her gaze swept from the first row to the last, and then back again. "Rule number one: No lateness or early departures. Rule number two: No cell phones. Rule number three..."

She paused for a moment and adjusted her glasses.

"No early dating allowed!"

The classroom was silent for a second, then their inner thoughts exploded.

[Here it comes, I knew it.]

[Banning dating for three years of high school—what's the difference between that and being in jail?]

[The girl I had a crush on for three years in junior high also got into the best high school, in the class next door, and now you're telling me I can't have a relationship?]

Song Huan sat in the third row, listening to those heartfelt words, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

Going to jail? That seems about the same.

He turned to look at Xiao Yunqing next to him. She was sitting upright with her hands folded on the table, her expression serious as if she were listening to a leader speak.

But he heard her thoughts clearly.

[Early romance...]

[What if both of them have excellent grades?]

[Not even that?]

[No, no, who would want to date him?]

[I was just... thinking randomly.]

[I don't like him at all!]

Song Huan almost burst out laughing, but quickly turned her gaze back to the blackboard, maintaining her composure perfectly.

Wang Qing continued reading, "If a student is found to be in a relationship early, the first time will result in a warning, the second time a demerit, and the third time a parent-teacher meeting. In serious cases, the student will be expelled from school."

The atmosphere in the classroom grew even heavier.

Some people were lying on the table, some were biting pen caps, and some were staring at the ceiling.

Song Huan listened to the wailing all around her, but felt nothing.

He glanced at Xiao Yunqing; she was still staring at the blackboard, her expression still so serious, but her thoughts had already shifted.

[Drop out of school? Is it that serious?]

[Then forget it.]

[No, I didn't say I wanted to start dating early.]

Song Huan suppressed a laugh, his face slightly red. He lowered his head and pretended to flip through his textbook, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Wang Qing then spoke for another ten minutes about discipline, covering everything from personal appearance to classroom order, and from classroom order to dormitory management.

Finally, I closed the student handbook and put it on the table.

"Next, let's talk about military training. It'll last seven days, starting tomorrow. We'll assemble at 6:30 in the morning and finish at 9:30 in the evening. We'll train during the day and learn military songs at night. If anyone can't take it, let us know in advance; don't force yourself."

The wails in the classroom turned into screams of agony.

Some people shouted "Seven days?", some shouted "Six-thirty?", and some just lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Wang Qing ignored them and continued, "During military training, we'll be wearing uniforms. We'll go pick up our uniforms later; each person will get two sets to alternate. Hats, belts, and shoes—you can't be missing a single one."

She glanced at the list. "To make management easier, I need to choose a substitute class leader. During military training, they will be responsible for roll call, leading the group, and collecting and distributing supplies. Who wants to be the leader?"

The classroom fell silent.

No one raised their hands.

Song Huan glanced around. The girls in the front row had their heads down, the boys in the back row were looking at the ceiling, Zhao Qihang had his head tucked into his school uniform collar, Lu Ciyuan was chewing his nails even more vigorously, and Chen Xu had his head down, his face facing the table, it was hard to tell whether he was thinking or sleeping.

Song Huan withdrew her gaze and glanced at Xiao Yunqing.

She sat upright, her hands still folded on the table, her eyes fixed on the blackboard, her expression serious.

But his true feelings had long since gone astray.

[Substitute squad leader? Whoever wants to be it can be.]

[Seven days of military training, getting up at 6:30 AM, it's killing me. And I still have to get up early to go see him, so tiring...]

[Won't that hat flatten my hair?]

I wonder if the military training uniform looks good...

[No, what am I thinking?]

Seeing her seemingly serious demeanor but actually a jumble of thoughts, Song Huan decided to punish her.

Taking advantage of the moment when Wang Qing looked down at the list, he suddenly grabbed Xiao Yunqing's hand and raised it up.

The movement was quick and sudden, like pulling up a radish.

Xiao Yunqing was stunned, her hand held in mid-air, completely bewildered.

Wang Qing raised her head and looked over here.

Just before Wang Qing's gaze fell upon her, Song Huan released her hand, withdrew it, lowered her head, and pretended to be flipping through a textbook.

The movements were fluid and fast, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Yunqing's hand was still raised.

She sat alone in the third row, her hand raised, surrounded by the entire class.

Wang Qing looked at her. "What's your name?"

Xiao Yunqing's face changed from white to red, and then from red to purple.

She opened her mouth, the voice squeezed out from between her teeth, "Xiao Yunqing."

"You want to be the class monitor?"

"I don't..." She turned her head and glared at Song Huan.

Song Huan lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, she was about to burst out laughing.

"Okay, then it's you." Wang Qing made a note on the list, "Take people to pick up their military training uniforms later."

Xiao Yunqing lowered her hand, her nails digging into her palm.

She took a deep breath, sat down, and stared at the blackboard.

Her face was still red, and the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed.

Song Huan, who was standing next to her, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a deflated balloon.

Xiao Yunqing kicked him under the table, this time quite hard, making the bone in his shin ache.

Song Huan gasped and stopped laughing.

……

Wang Qing then went on to explain a whole bunch of precautions for military training.

Meeting times, meal times, lights out times—nothing is too small.

The classroom quieted down; some students were taking notes, some were daydreaming, and some were looking out the window.

Xiao Yunqing sat upright, staring at the blackboard with a serious expression.

But I've already cursed him a hundred times in my heart.

[Song Huan, you're finished.]

[You wait, I'm not done with you yet.]

[This made me the class monitor.]

[This makes me want to raise my hand.]

[You embarrassed me.]

[Song Huan, you're a dog.]

Song Huan sat beside them, listening to their heartfelt words, each one more ruthless than the last.

He suppressed a laugh, tore a piece of paper from his notebook, and wrote a few lines.

The handwriting is crooked and messy, like a dog crawling.

He folded the note and pushed it over.

He nudged Xiao Yunqing's arm with his elbow.

Xiao Yunqing glanced down at the note but didn't touch it. Song Huan touched it again, gritted her teeth, picked it up, and unfolded it:

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get your military training uniform for you later.

The handwriting was really ugly, but the attitude was quite sincere.

Xiao Yunqing stared at the line of text for two seconds, folded the note, unzipped the pencil case, put it in, and zipped it up.

The movement was very light, as if placing something valuable.

Song Huan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye and thought to herself that everything was fine now.

Xiao Yunqing raised her head, staring at the blackboard, her expression still serious, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

After Wang Qing finished speaking, she glanced at her watch. "Alright, the military training uniforms for each class are in the main classroom. Go and collect them now. Xiao Yunqing, you lead the team."

Xiao Yunqing stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.

He took two steps, stopped, turned around and glared at Song Huan, "Let's go."

Song Huan quickly stood up and followed behind.

The two walked out of the classroom one after the other. Xiao Yunqing walked in front, her steps were quick, and her ponytail swung high.

Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets, strolling slowly.

The corridor was crowded, and other classes were also receiving their military training uniforms.

Xiao Yunqing walked quickly, but was blocked by the crowd and had to slow down.

Song Huan caught up with her and walked beside her.

"Are you still angry?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him. "Hmph."

"I really didn't mean to."

"You did it on purpose."

Song Huan thought for a moment, "Okay, you're right, I did it on purpose."

Xiao Yunqing suddenly turned her head and glared at him, her eyes wide and her cheeks puffed out.

Song Huan looked at her and laughed, "Just kidding. Being a substitute class monitor is great, it helps you develop your skills."

"Then why don't you take the job?"

"I'm not capable enough, so if you're so capable, you do it."

"you!"

Xiao Yunqing was so angry that she couldn't speak, and turned to continue walking.

She took two steps, then stopped and looked back at him.

"You said you'd get my military training uniform, so please get it for me."

"Yes, I said so."

"Fifty sets in the whole class."

"Yes, fifty sets."

"And hats, belts, and shoes."

"Oh dear, I'll carry everything for you, you're so fussy."

Xiao Yunqing snorted and turned to leave.

She walked a little slower than before, her ponytail still swung high, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.