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

After failing the second phase, Shen Yuan joined Yang Ze’s Coca-Cola faction, just as he had said he would.

There was no welcoming ceremony. After all, according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, Shen Yuan was considered a captive.

The rain showed no signs of letting up.

Despite the downpour outside, the students of Jiyang Middle School went about their classes at their usual pace.

It was as if the typhoon hadn’t affected anything at all.

In Class 15,

Old Zhou stood at the lectern, trying to ignite his students’ enthusiasm with his lecture.

But in this torrential weather, it was hard for anyone to feel fired up.

The classroom was uncomfortably humid, and Shen Yuan felt as if every move he made was through a thin veil of mist.

Shen Yuan sat at his desk, a gel pen pinched between his fingertips.

He might not have felt fired up, but Shen Yuan was still listening to the lecture attentively.

Shen Yuan felt a certain saying was particularly apt when it came to math.

—The day I bent down in class to pick up a pen was the day I stopped understanding math forever.

Shen Yuan suspected that something similar was the reason he hadn’t understood his math classes for the following two years.

So this time, he didn’t dare look down, not even letting his mind wander for a second.

’I have this nagging feeling that the moment I lose focus, the gap between my score and Li Zhi’s will instantly widen to seventy points!’

As for Young Master Li, he wasn’t one to get distracted either, but he wouldn’t be listening this intently to a lesson on sets.

Li Zhi glanced at Shen Yuan. Seeing his intensely focused expression, she shook her head.

’He’s a bit of a fool, but at least he’s earnest.’

Li Zhi didn’t think Shen Yuan could possibly get questions about sets wrong.

’After all, if he can’t even handle sets, he probably shouldn’t bother taking the college entrance exams.’

’Might as well go work in a factory.’

To Shen Yuan’s left, Zhou Shaojie wasn’t listening to the lecture at all. He was completely absorbed in his English vocabulary.

Under Shen Yuan’s supervision (i.e., threats), Zhou Shaojie’s plan to copy English vocabulary was now on its second day.

Though his progress was worrying, at least Ah Jie was trying to memorize them.

The reason his progress was so worrying was that Ah Jie would forget a word the moment he finished copying it.

The point was to memorize as he copied.

According to Shen Yuan, one "rep" only counted as complete when you could think of the Chinese term and immediately recite the corresponding English word.

’Forgetting it the second you’re done copying—what the hell’s the difference between that and not copying at all?’

’Mindless copying is worse than not copying at all.’

As the bell rang, Old Zhou tossed his piece of chalk onto the lectern.

"Alright, listen up."

Hearing this, everyone in Class 15 looked up expectantly.

"Because of the typhoon, the school gates won’t be open at lunch today for safety reasons. So don’t even think about going out to eat. Not that I think any of you would, anyway."

"Also, be careful on your way to the cafeteria for lunch. Don’t run. There are puddles everywhere, and if you splash someone, you’d better be ready for a beating."

Old Zhou’s words didn’t elicit any emotional response from the class.

"Old Zhou, we couldn’t run even if we wanted to! Who can run in this weather?!"

Old Zhou smiled faintly. "There’s always a brave soul."

"It’s fine, Old Zhou! If someone hits me, I’ll just shake them down for money! I’ll earn you enough to buy a car!"

Old Zhou took a closer look. Of course it was that dumbass kid, Zhou Shaojie.

"I have a car, you can keep that one for yourself... No, that’s not what I meant! Just stay out of trouble. If the Disciplinary Office catches you, you’re finished!"

After Old Zhou left, Shen Yuan turned to Li Zhi. "The rain’s heavy. Let’s go together at lunch."

Li Zhi nodded. "Let’s go to the campus store and buy some bread after we eat. I don’t feel like going out again tonight."

"Why don’t we just get instant noodles then? It’s easy and convenient."

Just then, Ah Jie, who had overheard them, leaned over and teased, "Eating instant noodles in the classroom? Aren’t you afraid Old Zhou will kill you if he finds out?"

A confident smirk appeared on Shen Yuan’s face. "Afraid? Like hell. The wind’s so strong, we’ll just open the door and the smell will blow right out."

Ah Jie’s eyes lit up when he heard that. He thought it was a great idea.

"Tsk, great idea! I’ll go buy some instant noodles after lunch too. Then I won’t have to go out tonight."

Time flew by, and soon it was lunchtime.

The rain showed no sign of letting up, continuing to pour down relentlessly.

Ah Jie stood at the classroom door, watching Shen Yuan leisurely putting on his raincoat inside. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed. He spat viciously and cursed, "Dammit! Ditching your bros for a chick!"

Yang Ze chimed in, "Yeah! How dare he abandon the brotherhood and put on a raincoat all by himself!"

Chen Mingyu snorted. "And they’re wearing matching fucking rain boots!" he added, disgruntled.

"Dammit! And he claims they aren’t dating!"

The three boys’ gazes fell in unison on Yang Yishui, who was standing off to the side.

"Hey, Sister Shui, when did you get here?"

"Just now."

Eldest Female Cousin had barely finished speaking when Ah Jie piped up, "Sister Shui, you should bust them! Getting into a relationship so young, right in broad daylight! They’re completely ignoring the school’s code of conduct!"

Eldest Female Cousin glanced at Ah Jie and said flatly, "I’m not from the Disciplinary Office."

She was blatantly covering for them, and what of it?

If it had been any other teacher, Ah Jie’s words might have had some effect. But in front of Yang Yishui, they were worth less than a fart.

Ah Jie was pissed half to death and swore he would never like Sister Shui again.

Eldest Female Cousin looked at Shen Yuan and Li Zhi inside the classroom and shouted to Shen Yuan, "Yuan! Get me something to eat!"

"What do you want?"

"Anything’s fine. If you get instant noodles, make sure it’s the hot and sour flavor. And get a can of Coke, a braised egg, and a sausage! I’ll transfer you the money!"

Shen Yuan gave Eldest Female Cousin a helpless look.

’For someone who said "anything’s fine," you’re pretty damn specific.’