First math problems, now Chinese literature connections. Perhaps even heaven felt guilty about inexplicably sending her back before the college entrance exam—a somewhat unfair situation—so it seemed to be helping Sang Ru’s wishes come true.

After the teacher left, Sang Ru released her grip and said: “I’ll trouble you from now on, then.”

Zhou Tingzhao’s gaze swept over that delicate wrist, his tone neutral: “It’s nothing.”

“Then I’ll head back first.”

“Wait,” Zhou Tingzhao called out to her, abruptly asking, “Have you eaten breakfast?”

Sang Ru was briefly stunned, then frowned, looking pitiful: “Not yet.”

Zhou Tingzhao also frowned and said, “Come with me.”

Sang Ru obediently followed him to his seat. Zhou Tingzhao took a bottle of milk from his drawer and handed it to her: “Have this for now.”

It happened to be the old brand she often drank. Sang Ru accepted it, even secretly brushing against his fingers, and thanked him before leaving.

As Sang Ru drank the milk, she thought teasing this young boy was too enjoyable.

Li Chenfei caught a whiff of food, sniffing a few times and following the scent: “What delicious thing are you hiding in your bag?”

“Shh!” Sang Ru put her index finger to her lips in a gesture, then passed the sandwich that the housekeeper had made in the morning from under the desk, whispering, “It’s yours now.”

Every Friday afternoon included a class meeting. Old Zheng, as the homeroom teacher, announced some news during the meeting.

“This time, when changing seats, we won’t simply shift row by row like before. We’ll respect everyone’s wishes, following principles of good mutual learning and healthy competition as we rearrange the seats.”

“If you want to sit next to someone specific, you can express that,” Old Zheng smiled slightly at this point. “Though we might not necessarily agree.”

A fearless student raised his hand and boldly asked: “Can boys and girls sit together too?”

Old Zheng was good-natured, and no one was afraid of him. Now, everyone began to make a commotion.

“Yes, they can.”

As soon as he said this, the class boiled like a pot of porridge. Someone even happily whistled.

“Alright, alright, settle down. Now each person tears a piece of paper. Write your name in the upper left corner, and in the middle of the paper, write the name of the person you want to sit next to.”

Seeing everyone enthusiastically tearing paper, Old Zheng reminded them: “I asked you to write down who you want to improve with, not who you have a crush on.”

Below the podium came a wave of quiet laughter.

Li Chenfei saw that Sang Ru had already quickly written and folded her paper, so she confidently said, “You wrote me, right?”

Sang Ru unfolded the paper to show her a glimpse. That one look nearly made Li Chenfei cry out: “Sang Ru! You are very strange!”

Sang Ru folded the paper back, looked at Li Chenfei, and raised an eyebrow with a slight smile: “I like him.”

Li Chenfei:?

“Besides, don’t you have feelings for Yang Fan? Perfect timing—we’ll separate them, one for you and one for me.”

“…How did you know?!”

“I came from the future. I know everything about you.”

Sang Ru’s tone was half-serious, half-joking. Li Chenfei rolled her eyes, not believing her at all, and tore another piece of paper to write Yang Fan’s name.

Everyone folded their papers, and the last person collected them from the front.

Sang Ru placed her paper in Zhou Tingzhao’s hand, her eyes fixed on him, but she didn’t say a word.

This was the second time today that Zhou Tingzhao’s hand had touched hers, and her staring made his heart race. He hurriedly looked away and continued forward.

Sang Ru was unfazed and took out a test paper to work on.

After collecting all the notes, Old Zheng said, “I’ll organize these in my office later. If two people have written each other’s names, I’ll let you sit together. If not, I’ll arrange according to your wishes, or simply by height.”

“The last period is my math class. I’ll leave time for you to change seats then. Now let’s finish going through yesterday’s test paper.”

Sang Ru was called to the office after the next class ended.

When she arrived, Old Zheng was adding goji berries to his thermos. Sang Ru stood properly: “You asked for me, teacher.”

“You’re here, sit down.”

Old Zheng always kept a stool next to his desk, specifically for students to sit on when they visited. He said that in class, he stood while students sat, and he wasn’t used to the reverse.

Sang Ru readily sat down and heard Old Zheng say: “Sang Ru, you wrote Zhou Tingzhao, right?”

“Yes.”

“Now there’s a problem,” despite calling it a problem, his tone wasn’t serious at all. “Several people wrote his name.”

Sang Ru smiled and said, “Then the person he wrote isn’t among these people?”

“He didn’t write anyone.”

…

This truly wasn’t within Sang Ru’s expectations. She had thought that at worst, he would have written a male student’s name.

Old Zheng sighed: “So I wanted to ask your thoughts—why did you choose him?”

Sang Ru pondered for a moment, then spoke with an extremely serious expression:

“He’s first in the class, I’m second. I want to sit next to him to learn his secrets, and then defeat him.”

Upon returning, Sang Ru saw that Xue Lu had also been called over, and she understood.

The reason was certainly made up, but her former self had indeed always harbored the idea of beating him. Although the fundamental reason for this decision now wasn’t this, she could hardly bluntly tell the homeroom teacher—

I want to date him in high school—

Even without piggies, I still look forward to everyone’s comments. Have a happy weekend.

Also, although next week will be busy, I nervously say, how about a bonus chapter for 100 piggies?