I'm in Senior Year, and the System Says I'm Going on a Blind Date with My Childhood Sweetheart

After lunch, the boarders headed to their dorms as usual, while the day students were free to do as they pleased in the classrooms.

Since it was still raining, Ah Jie hadn’t gone home either.

As a founding member of the Wild History Research Society, Ah Jie was busy enlightening the students of Class 13 with his knowledge of wild history.

"Legend has it that in order to harm Zhuge Liang, Sima Yi disguised himself as a woman, taking on the identity of Huang Yueying to marry into the Zhuge Family. As it turned out, on their wedding night, the pretense became real, and he fell madly in love with Zhuge Liang."

"Later, Sima Yi left Zhuge Liang for the sake of his own ambitions. But Zhuge Liang actually knew everything. That’s why during the Northern Expeditions, he sent women’s clothing to Sima Yi, hoping he would return to his side as Huang Yueying once more."

"But Sima Yi never went back. And so, Zhuge Liang died of a broken heart at the Wuzhang Plain."

After hearing this piece of wild history, the students of Class 13 stared at Ah Jie, completely dumbfounded.

"Damn, that’s way too wild."

"Interested in joining us? We have even more interesting historical knowledge waiting for you!"

After speaking, Ah Jie showed off the school emblem on his uniform.

The original "Early Love Prohibition Association" had been crossed out, and now it read "Wild History Research Society."

Seeing the boys from Class 13 still hesitating, Ah Jie said, "Do you know what the real ultimate weapon of our Wild History Research Society is?"

The boy from Class 13 shook his head.

Ah Jie gave a slight smile and led the boy to the spot Shen Yuan had once pointed out to him. "See that pile of dog shit? You did that."

The boy from Class 13: ?

Ah Jie didn’t leave him confused for long. He clapped him on the shoulder and declared, "I’m with the Wild History Research Society. If I say that’s your poop, then it’s your poop."

Upon hearing this, the boy from Class 13 immediately gripped Ah Jie’s hand. "Bro! I have to join you! Fuck! Do you know how I feel right now? I can’t believe it took us this long to meet!!"

"Do I need to fill out an application? If so, I’ll go write it right now!"

Ah Jie shook his head. "No need. Our entry requirements are simple. Go, search through history! Find those unknown bits of wild history, and bring them to us!"

"Bro! I will! I’m going to go find some history right now!"

Ah Jie looked at the boy and slowly nodded. "Go!"

At the back door of the classroom, Shen Yuan turned to Yang Ze and asked, "When did Class 13 get like this?"

"Sometime in the first semester of our second year, I guess. After Ah Jie corrupted Class 14, Class 13 started to fall."

Yang Ze drifted into his memories. "It was right around the time they reassigned classes. A bunch of people from our class got moved to Class 13, and then it started. But..."

Yang Ze glanced casually at the neighboring Class 14 and added, "Class 14 has shaken off Ah Jie’s influence now, though."

"Hm?"

Shen Yuan was slightly taken aback by this, but he quickly recovered, his mind turning to the current state of Class 14.

’Ever since the Demon Cultivator from the Lower Realm ascended, this once-renowned sect of the Upper Realm has been thrown into chaos. All anyone knows now is how to tremble! All anyone knows now is long legs!’

’What a tragedy for our generation!’

"Sigh. To each their own. Just let them be," Shen Yuan couldn’t help but sigh, filled with emotion.

Yang Ze heard him and nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to turn and head back into the classroom, his gaze was suddenly captured by a figure.

Zhou Shaojie was leaning with both hands on the railing, his posture quite eye-catching.

HISS—

Yang Ze couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. ’What an alluring pose!’ he thought.

His feet stopped dead in their tracks, his half-formed turn instantly freezing.

Under Shen Yuan’s watch, Yang Ze strode forward without hesitation, rushing toward Ah Jie like a gale.

He closed the distance in a few quick strides, appearing before Ah Jie in the blink of an eye. Then, he shot out his hands and, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, pinned Ah Jie firmly against the hallway railing!

"Master Zhe’s Rush!" Yang Ze yelled, his voice echoing down the hallway.

Seeing this, the corner of Shen Yuan’s mouth twitched. He rubbed his forehead helplessly, unsure whether to laugh or cry at Yang Ze’s antics.

However, just as his hands were about to land, Shen Yuan’s voice suddenly turned unnaturally cold:

"I shall attack in Nantong Form!"

With that, Shen Yuan charged at lightning speed and slammed into Yang Ze from behind.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

The commotion from the three of them disturbed Class 14.

Watching the three boys playing a stacking game in the hallway, the eyes of the boys from Class 14 filled with yearning.

How long had it been?

About a month, right?

It had been a whole month since they had played so happily.

But just as this thought arose in their minds, their gazes would unconsciously drift to a certain seat in the classroom.

That was Tong Churou’s seat.

The weather was a little chilly today, and the Witch from the Lower Realm was wearing a pair of white stockings.

Their creamy color made the boys of Class 14 all think of ice cream.

’Time to study. Yeah, let’s just keep studying.’

’The Nantong simulation game and all that... it’s all just an illusion.’

’The more you play at being gay, the further you get from girls, the further you get from pretty legs.’

’Homosexuality is an illusion; only pretty legs are real.’

After reciting this sacred scripture in their hearts, the boys of Class 14 grew calm.

Of course, it might also have had something to do with the fact that the three in the hallway had finished their game.

Shen Yuan had barely sat down when he glanced over and saw Li Zhi, the girl next to him, stretching like a lazy kitten.

Even though the beautiful girl was just wearing a simple school uniform, her youthful energy was impossible to hide. As she stretched, her curvaceous figure became faintly visible, sparking the imagination.

Li Zhi had just finished stretching when she looked up, only to be caught off guard by Shen Yuan’s unabashed stare.