Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1866: Chapter 976: See You at the Next Intersection (2)

The teachers at this school are notorious troublemakers in City 5. If the Ministry of Education doesn’t approve, they go straight to block the gates of Ginkgo Manor, forcing the Qing’s Family to approve the subsidy.

But the old principal instructed everyone to carry some protein bars in their pockets, so they could secretly eat when no one was looking, so as not to starve...

The old principal is famously cunning, giving both the ministry and the consortiums constant headaches.

It is said that the old principal and the Qing Clan House Master were classmates at Qinghe University, so no one dares to actually do anything to him.

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In the afternoon, as the class bell rang, the physics teacher He Jinqiu walked in with a LCD panel, wearing a well-tailored gray suit: ”Your sports teacher Iodophor is sick today, so I’ll be teaching this class.”

The classroom filled with groans from students, as they realized there wouldn’t be any girls in short sleeves and shorts playing volleyball, no chance to run wild on the playground, nor secretly buy popsicles and snacks from the tuck shop. The boys could only mimic basketball shots in the hallway during breaks, seemingly one of the biggest regrets at this age.

He Jinqiu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Qing Chen with a smile: ”Class representative, remember to collect the homework.”

Qing Chen nodded: ”Yes, teacher.”

While other students complained about He Jinqiu taking over the PE class, Qing Chen found him particularly amiable. This boss He... huh, why did he call him boss He?

This boss He is usually very strict, but he never calls parents when students make mistakes.

He Jinqiu had said in class before, if a teacher still relies on calling parents to solve student problems, it shows that the teacher is not competent.

Now, federal classrooms are all equipped with holographic multimedia, but this boss He somehow sourced chalk, breaking them into small pieces, throwing them at those who were daydreaming.

The small chalk piece seemed like a Flying Sword with eyes, hitting the target every time.

Students privately called him He Jianxian.

At 3 PM, when school was out, students rushed out of the school, and Qing Chen headed toward the library with his backpack.

He had a fixed seat, and the girl also never seemed to change her seat, so the two sat across from each other, separated by a wide table.

In the library, there was the quiet sound of pages turning, and the soft rustle of pen on paper.

The girl, wearing headphones, was intently working on correction tasks.

Until 9 PM, the two packed up their bags one after the other and headed to the light rail station, where there were scarcely any people at this hour. The two sat in a compartment, separated by an aisle, without speaking to each other.

Yet, amidst the rumbling of the light rail cutting through the buildings, it seemed like everything was there.

Life, too, was like this light rail, rumbling towards the distance.

Qing Chen lived happily every day, as if nothing was lost or missed at all.

The days went by, one after another, as autumn faded into winter, and winter into spring.

The school’s atmosphere gradually heated up, as the annual Qinghe University spring recruitment was about to begin.

On the blackboard of every class was a countdown, 100...9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

There were not only countdowns but also slogans.

”Without hardship and fatigue, the last year of high school is tasteless; Without striving and battling, life is in vain.”

”Dripping water wears through stone, fight the college entrance exams; Like a song, the years should be without regret.”

”Fight through one autumn, winter, spring, and summer, and the flowers of my dreams will bloom at home.”

Qing Chen looked at those slogans, feeling a sense of familiarity and strangeness all at once.

The homeroom teacher, He Jinqiu, said passionately on the podium: ”The day to decide our fate has finally arrived, but I must remind everyone, be sure to bring your admission ticket and ID card. If you accidentally lose them, reissue them immediately using the method I taught you. My phone number is... You can call me anytime if you encounter any difficulties! Alright, go home and rest, I wish everyone good results in the exams over the next two days!”

That day, Qing Chen did not go to the library again; he and the girl still walked to the station, one after the other.

But this time, Qing Chen was in front, and the girl was behind.

The two got on the train, waiting silently for the light rail to reach their stop.

This time, when the light rail reached Ginkgo Station, the girl suddenly took off her headphones and said seriously to Qing Chen: ”See you at Qinghe University!”

After speaking, the girl turned and got off the train.

Someone had opened the train window, and a refreshing breeze blew inside, billowing the school uniform of the young man, as if enveloping his entire youth.

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment before reacting, excitedly clenching his fist, yet unsure of what to say.

However, in this life he was starting over, something seemed to be missing, but he couldn’t remember what it was.

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Qing Chen got off the train, traversing the bustling streets, and from afar he could see his brother had finished work early, holding a freshly killed chicken and fish.

”Xiao Chen!” Qing Zhun happily raised his hands: ”Today I’m improving our meals, tomorrow you’ll definitely do well in the exams.”

At this moment, a familiar neighbor passed by, teasing: ”Wow, the Old Qing Family is going to have a Qinghe University student soon. By then, you should set a few tables on the street for the neighbors to share your joy.”

Qing Zhun laughed, his eyes squinting: ”No problem, that’s a must. You guys don’t know, Xiao Chen’s mock exam results were the best in the city, it’s a sure thing he’s getting into Qinghe University!”

”How could we not know? You’ve almost worn out the topic... Hurry up, go home to cook for Xiao Chen!” the neighbor ridiculed: ”Acting like you’re the one who topped the city.”