After the national flag ceremony, the principal concluded his speech, and the director, responsible for managing discipline, followed up with some additional comments. After that, they exited the stage under the director’s guidance. The entire school had three grades with a total of sixty classes, leaving in three separate lines according to class order.

The classes waiting to exit also turned around to face the teaching building opposite the flagpole.

Lu Che, who had originally stood at the end of the line, was now at the front.

Xu Xing followed the director’s instructions to turn around, only to find himself face-to-face with Lu Che, who showed no intention of turning away.

“…”

Lu Che stood against the backdrop of the warm rising sun, his handsome face bathed in golden light, shining as if he would glow. The two adjacent classes were all girls, and their youthful, infatuated gazes fell squarely on him.

However, in Lu Che’s eyes, there was only Xu Xing.

Leaning casually with his arms crossed, Lu Che didn’t care about the gazes from others and said to Xu Xing, “By the way, class leader, which dorm are you in? I’ll return your clothes tonight.”

Xu Xing replied, “307.”

Lu Che said “Okay” with a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I washed them by hand, do you feel touched?”

Xu Xing: “…”

His first thought was that the clothes might not be clean enough.

Xu Xing replied perfunctorily, “Touched, very very touched from the bottom of my heart.” Then he pushed Lu Che, “Turn around; don’t let our class get reprimanded.”

Only then did Lu Che obediently turn around.

Xu Xing’s gaze lingered on Lu Che’s broad, solid shoulders for a second, feeling a bit envious.

Back in the classroom.

Xu Xing sat down at his new seat, pushed the window open a little wider, and took out a pen from his backpack to prepare for the morning quiz.

All the students had returned to their seats, with only one or two getting up to fetch warm water from the podium.

The homeroom teacher walked in from the back door with a stack of quizzes and several different styles of notebooks, placing them on Lu Che’s desk. “Hand these out at the end of class.”

Lu Che skillfully spun the pen in his fingers, glanced at the homework that had been randomly checked last Friday, and nodded.

The homeroom teacher walked to the podium and focused on organizing her lesson plan. She reserved over twenty minutes for the whole class to work on the morning quiz exercises. Once most of them were finished, she spoke up, “Has anyone noticed that today’s classroom is a bit different from usual?”

Ke Di enthusiastically replied, “I have!”

The homeroom teacher, surprised, asked, “What did you notice?”

Ke Di replied, “My desk is a beautiful sight!”

The homeroom teacher: “…”

Hearing this, Fu Dai propped his neck, curiously turning to look behind—just in time to see a row of origami cranes.

Fu Dai chuckled, “What a weirdo you are.”

Ke Di had just picked up a roll of transparent tape from the floor and used the twenty minutes when others were focused on writing the quiz to fold a few origami cranes with colorful sticky notes. While others made cranes with long necks and tails, Ke Di left the tail unfurled, tearing it into two legs, folding it to look like it was in a horse stance. He finally used the tape he found to stick the cranes’ feet on his desk in a row.

Red, green, yellow, and blue origami cranes, comically standing in a horse stance, lined up neatly in front of him.

The surrounding classmates stretched their necks to look, and those sitting farther away stood up to catch a glimpse. Ke Di, being strong, lifted the sides of his desk with both hands, proudly displaying his creations for everyone to see.

The homeroom teacher: “…”

The homeroom teacher had originally intended to build suspense and capture the entire class’s attention, but now the spotlight was entirely on Ke Di. She was both frustrated and amused, and her voice was laced with laughter as she scolded, “Ke Di, sit down! Don’t disrupt the class.”

Ke Di grinned, “Okay, okay, everyone is welcome to come and appreciate them after class~”

With no way to regain control, the homeroom teacher decided to get straight to the point, saying, “Everyone take a look at the bulletin board behind Ke Di and Zhou Mang; I decorated it all by myself on Saturday afternoon.”

Only then did Ke Di turn his head to look, spotting a ridiculously styled pink frame stuck behind his head, with a cross frame inserted within it. In short, it was very ugly.

Ke Di bluntly complained, “What’s this? It’s so ugly.”

“…”

Homeroom Teacher: “Ke Di, you’ve been muted. Thank you.”

When the homeroom teacher previously taught their class, she had become quite familiar with them in their group chat and even had the title of an admin, often silencing Ke Di in the chat.

Ke Di scratched his head, replied with an “Oh,” and still maintained his playful demeanor.

The homeroom teacher stopped wasting words and said, “This will serve as our Class 7’s wish wall. I specifically designed it in the shape of a window, symbolizing hope to open a window for you. It’s also a blessing from me to you. Each person can write a goal and stick it up or send a message of blessing or encouragement to your future self for June 7 of next year.”

As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, it was Fu Dai who raised his hand to speak this time.

Fu Dai asked, “Teacher, can we write confession letters?”

The homeroom teacher was quite open-minded, but didn’t want to directly encourage it, saying, “If you want to write, I can’t stop you, right?”

Fu Dai smiled, his wish already apparent in his heart.

The other students exchanged knowing smiles, and a few people in the corners of the classroom were blushing.

Lu Che leaned on his side, waiting for the homeroom teacher to pass the sticky notes down from the front while his gaze fell on the back of the person in front of him.

The sticky notes chosen by the homeroom teacher were very cute, resembling dialogue boxes from comics, with black frames and white backgrounds—a fresh and lively design.

The whole class found the little activity quite novel, curious about what wishes others would make, yet hesitant to write down their own thoughts openly.

The homeroom teacher said, “Remember to sign your names after you write, don’t be shy or cowardly, follow your heart.”

Xu Xing received a cloud-shaped sticky note but didn’t have any ideas at the moment. Turning his head, he saw Wang Zicong immediately start writing as soon as he got his sticky note. Curious, he leaned over and asked, “What did you write?”

Wang Zicong’s handwriting was completely at odds with his personality, displaying beautiful, slender characters: “If I can’t get into my dream university, I’ll lose 80 pounds—Wang Zicong~（^-^）~“

“…”

Xu Xing laughed, “You wish.”

He even drew a cute face! Dream on!

Wang Zicong grinned and said, “Oh, of course, wishes should be the most beautiful ones. What if they accidentally come true~”

Xu Xing rolled his eyes at Wang Zicong, propping his chin on his hand and looking out the window. After thinking for a long while, he wrote: “After graduation, I hope that every class reunion will have everyone present—Xu Xing.”

Just as Xu Xing finished writing his wish, he heard laughter from behind: “The class leader’s wish is indeed very ‘class leader’.”

Lu Che, sitting in the back, saw Xu Xing pick up his pen and stood up to lean against the window, a little eager inside, focused on uncovering any ambiguous hints related to him from the class leader’s wish list: “Every year’s reunion will have everyone present” could be the class leader’s subtle way of expressing the hope to see him every year.

Xu Xing ignored Lu Che’s teasing. The reason he suddenly wrote that line was that he remembered Xu Yin saying during the summer break at home to Mother Xu, “At today’s graduation reunion, out of 70 people in the class, only over 30 showed up. I’m afraid the number will be halved next year.”

Graduation season is a hurried farewell; many people say “let’s meet often in the future,” yet they never meet again.

Having satisfied his curiosity, Lu Che returned to his seat, picked up a pen, twirled it a few times, and then casually wrote on a sticky note: “Find a partner—Lu Che.”

Fu Dai turned around to take a look and said with a laugh, “Ah Che, it seems like you’re more anxious than I am.”

The words “find a partner” took up almost the entire sticky note.

Lu Che glanced at the sticky note Fu Dai wrote: “Get into the same city university as Xiong Huan—Fu Dai.”

Lu Che pondered for a moment, then looked down at his own sticky note. After hesitating for a moment, he crumpled it into a ball and raised his hand to ask the homeroom teacher, “Teacher, can I have another sticky note?”

The homeroom teacher, while saying “Everyone can only make one wish,” had a new sticky note passed to Lu Che from the front row.

This time, Lu Che’s writing was much more restrained. He left two spaces at the beginning, wrote “find a partner,” skipped a line in the middle, and finally signed his name at the bottom: “Lu Che.”

Just then, the bell rang for the end of class.

The homeroom teacher assigned the task of hanging up the wishes to Ke Di. Ke Di first slapped the sticky notes directly onto the wall, then tore off two strips of clear tape to secure the top and bottom edges, ensuring they would hold up until next summer.

When Tang Mian handed in her sticky note, she jokingly asked the two girls next to her about Ke Di’s wish: “Ke Di, what did you write?”

Ke Di, sitting at his desk, helped them stick their notes on the wall and said, “Guess what? I haven’t figured it out yet.”

Tang Mian encouraged, “You and Zhou Mang should plan to go to Bei Ti together~”

Ke Di heard this and found it reasonable, grinning as he said, “Oh, right!”

Tang Mian and the two girls next to her laughed in agreement but said nothing.

Lu Che’s and Fu Dai’s sticky notes were also slapped onto the wall by Ke Di, with Lu Che’s on the left and Fu Dai’s on the right. Just then, Ke Di picked up Xiong Huan’s sticky note without looking closely and stuck it on the left side.

Fu Dai was not happy and said, “Di, no, no, you need to move my sticky note to the left side.”

Ke Di replied, “Okay, okay,” and took a closer look. He saw that the sticky note he had just stuck on the wall read: “No regrets for the past, no regrets for the future—Xiong Huan.”

Ke Di understood and carefully peeled Fu Dai’s sticky note off, moving it to the left side and placing it below Xiong Huan’s.

Ke Di continued to diligently stick the other students’ notes. After he had just placed Xu Xing’s and Wang Zicong’s on the right wall, Lu Che called out again: “Ke Di, help me stick my note on the right side.”

Ke Di asked in confusion, “Why?”

Lu Che casually said, “I feel like the right side has better vibes.”

Ke Di laughed, “Ah Che, you’re getting cheeky.”

Saying this, he moved Lu Che’s sticky note to the right side, just above Xu Xing’s.

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The author has something to say: Everyone is setting a flag; only those who make the list are true supporting characters. [There are still slots available] （：з）∠）

Many people think that Xiao Jiang is a supporting couple, but in fact, their scenes are on par with other supporting characters. This story shouldn’t have any so-called supporting couple plotlines, or rather, the male-female and male-male couples have similar screen time.

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