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

Chapter 91 She Wants Her Daughter

Just like the song says.

I can't say I'm sad when we break up.

Everyone can live well without someone else.

The days apart from Xiao Yunqing were indeed difficult.

Not to mention separating from someone you've been deskmates for twelve years.

Song Huan wasn't used to it on the first day.

During class, I did a math problem, and after I finished, I wanted to turn around and say, "Little Cloud, look how awesome my solution is!"

Turning my head, I saw Feng Nianzheng taking notes, his profile as serene as a painting.

He swallowed his words and turned back to his original point.

When get out of class ended, I lay on my desk, wanting to reach out and poke the arm of the person next to me to make her angry.

Halfway through his outstretched hand, he touched Feng Nian's sleeve.

He quickly pulled his hand back and put it in his pocket.

The most deadly thing is one's inner voice.

In the past, when I tried to eavesdrop on what Xiao Yunqing was doing, her thoughts would drift over like a radio signal.

Sometimes I'm cursing math problems, sometimes I'm thinking about what to eat for lunch, and sometimes I'm not thinking about anything at all, just quietly, like a pool of warm water.

He's sitting in the first row, she's in the second-to-last row, with five rows of tables and a dozen or so people between them.

He wanted to hear it, but he couldn't.

This feeling of maladjustment lasted for two months.

Within a month, he developed a bad habit: he kept turning around during class.

It wasn't the kind of open and aboveboard turning back.

While pretending to stretch her neck, pretending to look at the blackboard behind her, and pretending to pick up a pen, she would pretend to talk to the male classmate behind her, but in reality, she would glance in Xiao Yunqing's direction.

Take a look, then turn back.

Take another look after a while.

The math teacher called his name three times, and the English teacher called his name twice.

The physics teacher went even further, saying, "Song Huan, if your neck is uncomfortable, go to the school clinic. Don't twist and turn in class."

The whole class laughed, but Xiao Yunqing didn't.

She kept her head down as she wrote, the pen scratching on the paper, without looking up.

On Friday after school, sunlight streamed in through the windows, dividing the classroom in two.

Half bright, half dark.

Feng Nian packed her schoolbag, zipped it up, and turned around to look at Song Huan.

"Song Huan, we have midterms next week, should we go to the library to study?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, Feng Nian is a pretty good person.

She is beautiful, has fair skin, and speaks softly.

She also had good grades, ranking third in the class, and was especially good at English.

For two months, we were deskmates, and she maintained a perfect distance, neither bothering me nor being clingy. She would ask me questions, and then turn back to her desk afterward.

She's the kind of girl who makes you feel very comfortable.

But Song Huan wasn't interested.

"No," he shook his head, "I'm used to studying on my own."

Feng Nian nodded, smiled politely, neither disappointed nor embarrassed, "Okay, see you on Monday."

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and left.

Song Huan turned back and began packing her things.

Pencil case, textbooks, workbooks—one by one, I stuffed them into my schoolbag.

Halfway through the traffic jam, a muffled voice drifted over from the back seat, tinged with a hint of bitterness.

[They invited you, why didn't you go?]

[Is this really going to hurt that girl's feelings?]

Song Huan turned around.

Xiao Yunqing sat in the second-to-last row, with a physics textbook open in front of her and a pen in her hand, but she wasn't writing.

Her eyes were fixed on the pages of the book; she didn't look at him.

This has been the case for the past month.

He would say one sentence to Feng Nian, and then she would fall silent for a moment.

He was discussing a problem with Feng Nian, and her pen would pause for a moment.

When he glanced at her casually, she was always writing with her head down, her expression as serious as if she were taking an exam.

But he knew she was listening.

She appeared indifferent, but inside she was seething with jealousy.

Song Huan zipped up her bag, stood up, and walked to her desk. "Are you coming or not?"

"You go first, I'll finish this problem," Xiao Yunqing said casually, but after writing two lines on the paper, he stopped.

Song Huan didn't leave; she leaned against the edge of Xu Heng's empty table next to her, waiting for her.

Xiao Yunqing finished writing the last line, capped the pen, put it in the pencil case, and zipped it up.

She stood up, slung her backpack over her shoulder, ignored him, and walked towards the door.

Song Huan followed behind, and the two of them left the classroom one after the other.

The corridor was empty, and sunlight streamed in through the windows, dappling the space.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead at a moderate pace, her ponytail hanging down without being swung.

Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets.

When Song Huan reached the bottom of her building, she stopped.

Xiao Yunqing also stopped, turned around, and looked at him.

"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked.

"I need to study; the midterms are coming up soon." She didn't even think about it.

"Want to go out and have some fun?"

"No, thank you." She shook her head. "I have exams next week, and I need to study."

After saying that, he turned and ran.

Her ponytail swung, and she walked quickly, as if afraid of being pulled back by him.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I paused for a second without looking back, then ran up again.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing fainter and fainter.

Song Huan stood downstairs for a while.

This month she's been like a clockwork toy, getting up at six every morning and going to bed at one in the evening.

They don't rest during breaks, they don't sleep during lunch breaks, and they continue studying after school when they get home.

Last time I heard Zhang Xuejuan say that Xu Wan called and said that Xiao Yunqing studied until 1 a.m. every day. Sometimes she would fall asleep on the table while studying, with her pen still in her hand and half-finished problems drawn on the paper.

Xu Wan felt sorry for her and advised her to go to bed early, but she said, "I'll do one more question." After finishing one question, she did another.

Xu Wan started crying on the phone, saying, "I don't care how well she does on the exam, I just want her to be okay."

It would be a lie for Song Huan to say she wasn't heartbroken.

But he knew that was just the kind of person she was.

Once they get stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull them back.

When she got home, Song Huan threw her schoolbag on the sofa and prepared to go back to her room to work on her physics practice papers.

I didn't finish the last two big questions from yesterday's set, but I'll get them done today.

"Huanhuan." Zhang Xuejuan poked her head out from the kitchen.

"Um?"

"Your grandma sprained her ankle when she went to work in the fields. Your grandpa has to take care of her and do the farming, so he's too busy. Your dad and I can't take time off. Could you go back tomorrow and help out?"

Without hesitation, Song Huan replied, "Okay."

Exam preparation is nothing compared to family.

He unzipped his backpack again, preparing to stuff the physics test paper inside so he could work on it when he got home.

"Oh, right," Zhang Xuejuan wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen, "take Xiaoyunduo with you too."

Song Huan's hand stopped on the backpack zipper. "What?"

"Your Aunt Xu called and said that Xiaoyunduo has been under too much pressure lately, studying until the early hours every day, and she's lost weight. She said she doesn't care about grades, she just wants her daughter. Xiaoyunduo has to go out and play on weekends, anywhere is fine, but she's not allowed to study at home."

Song Huan was taken aback for a moment, "But the midterm exams are next Monday."

Zhang Xuejuan looked at him and sighed, "Xu Wan said she doesn't care about grades, she wants her daughter."

Song Huan was silent for two seconds, then took the physics test paper out of her schoolbag and stuffed in a few changes of clothes.

"I see."

Zhang Xuejuan nodded. "You go pick her up tomorrow morning and take the bus back to the village."

"understood."