Upgraded to Jissbon, exceptional longevity
I later learned that "wishing you a bright future" was actually a farewell.
I really don't have a crush on you.
Ranranxi / August 15, 2025
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On the first day of August, the class assignments were released, and all senior students at Huiwen High School started school ahead of schedule.
The air was thick with heat as the annual campus migration was underway. The clatter of chairs colliding swept across the campus like waves, and the incompetent roar of the dean of students mingled with the chirping of cicadas in the height of summer, echoing in every corner of the teaching building.
Lin Shiren, carrying a stack of exercise books that couldn't fit in her bag, hurriedly climbed from the fourth floor to the fifth floor. She hadn't eaten breakfast and was feeling a bit weak. She looked up groggily and saw the class sign for Senior Three (1) hanging there.
The corridor was noisy and bustling with students chattering about the new class assignments. She stood quietly by the back door, secretly glancing at her new class, unsure whether she felt more anticipation or pressure. Only when the wind in the corridor dried the sweat on the back of her neck did she let out a soft breath and prepare to go in.
A girl suddenly darted out of the back door.
It was more like a run or an escape; the girl's footsteps were so fast that she bumped into her, and the books she was holding and the girl's backpack fell to the ground at the same time. The edges of the papers were sharp, and Lin Shiren felt a sudden pain in her forearm. A shocking bloodstain immediately appeared on her fair skin. She heard the girl say, "Damn it."
Lin Shiren looked over and saw that the girl had no intention of apologizing. She picked up her schoolbag from the mess on the ground, her every movement filled with emotion. Before leaving, she glared at her, her red eyes full of resentment.
Her mind told her that it was the girl's fault and that she should apologize, but seeing the other girl's tears streaming down her face like two streams, Lin Shiren opened her mouth but swallowed her anger.
She hastily picked up the books, but her heart was pounding with the thought of giving up. Was it too late to tell the head teacher that she didn't want to be promoted from the regular class to the honors class?
In the classroom of Class 1, Grade 12, the sound of students scribbling their books could be heard mingling with the conversation between the sports representative and the boy next to her: "Yu Xuehui has been demoted to a regular class. She seemed lost in thought while packing her bag just now. I wanted to help her move her things, but I was afraid she'd overthink it."
"Sigh, there's nothing we can do. She bombed her last two exams, her average score dropped too low, and her ranking fell below 100."
"Actually, it would be better for her to go to a regular class. She's under too much pressure in our class, which is affecting her mindset."
"Damn, if you were sitting next to Zhou Lin, you'd be mentally broken too."
These words immediately sparked a lively discussion among those around them.
The girls in the next row chimed in, half-jokingly: "I heard Zhou Lin got a guaranteed admission, is that true?"
“Math competitions are mental purgatory, while physics competitions are physical torture. Zhou Lin, a master of both, has already entered the national training team. It’s only a matter of time before he gets a guaranteed admission.”
The sports committee member raised an eyebrow and pointed in one direction: "They don't even return to school on the day of class assignment, isn't that obvious?"
The group looked over and saw that the table he pointed to was completely empty, giving off a sense of desolation as if its owner had already left. The girls' disappointment was palpable.
However, they quickly cheered up: "Luckily, we still have Shen Xuqing. With Zhou Lin gone, the position of school heartthrob should be given up."
When that name entered his ears, Lin Shih-jen, who was removing a band-aid, paused, his long, lowered eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Yes, Shen Xuqing is also very strong in science subjects, but he doesn't pursue competitions."
"And he has a really good temper. Last time I didn't understand that challenging math problem, he explained it to me three times."
Some people's existence is like the sun shining through the clouds, illuminating the whole world. Lin Shiren listened very attentively, but the chain reaction caused by her distraction was that the sticky substance accidentally touched the edge of her wound, and she hissed.
Meanwhile, the boys weren't interested in the school heartthrob competition and changed the subject: "By the way, how many students were promoted from the regular classes this time?"
"Wait, let me see." There was a paper copy of the class assignment list on the podium. The sports committee member volunteered to take it, and a bunch of heads crowded around, counting down the names one by one.
"It seems there were four people in total, three boys and one girl."
Huiwen adopts an annual class division system, ranking students based on the combined results of eight exams in the first and second semesters. There are a total of fifteen classes in the senior year, with one key class for arts and one for sciences, and the turnover rate of students within the classes is low.
The sports committee member pointed to a name and exclaimed, "Who is this Lin Shiren? Does anyone know him?"
"Boy or girl?"
"Idiot, didn't you see the gender field?"
After discussing it with everyone, I was dumbfounded; I didn't recognize a single one of them.
The boy suddenly channeled Conan, rubbing his chin dramatically: "That shouldn't be the case. To get into the top class, she must be a celebrity in the regular classes. Nobody knows her after two years in the same school. There's only one truth: she must be the legendary—"
All eyes fell on him, and he said, "The Sweeping Monk of Huiwen."
"cut!"
"You are abstract."
The wads of waste paper rained down like snowflakes.
The classroom was still filled with a noisy atmosphere. Lin Shiren, the sweeping monk, was habitually wiping the table with a wet wipe. She was sitting in the aisle against the wall, to the side and behind the discussion area. After finishing tidying up, she tightened the cap on her water cup, pulled out an exercise book from the stack of books, and bit open the pen cap to do the problems.
"Lin Shiren".
The class representative came in through the front door carrying a stack of test papers. After glancing around the classroom, he said in a slightly breathless voice, "Teacher Chen wants to see you in her office."
The moment the name was uttered, the hushed conversations suddenly ceased, and the students in the front row turned around.
The girl had her hair tied in a bun, with a few wisps falling around her fair neck. She wore a sleeveless, loose dress, and perhaps because of the intense gazes she was being followed, the tips of her ears turned slightly red when she stood up.
Lin Shih-jen thanked the class representative at the door, then left the classroom with his eyelashes lowered.
As the slender figure disappeared from sight, the discussion group members returned to their seats one by one. The sports committee member confirmed with the boys, "Was she already sitting there when we were talking about her?"
"Wrapped."
My deskmate hit himself on the head with a book, saying, "Is it too late to save up for a three-bedroom apartment now?"
Students bustled up and down the teaching building. Lin Shiren walked against the flow of people, his figure passing through the area of parallel classes. The teachers' office was at the end of the corridor, the door half-open, and they were discussing something, their voices filled with laughter.
"Have the results for this year's IPHO been released yet?"
"It's out, it's a gold medal! Since 2007, the Chinese team has won gold medals with every member."
"Zhou Lin is really good. He has brought honor to our school. I guess Q University and B University will come to snatch him up again."
Lin Shiren was not interested in his affairs, but he still stood at the door and waited for the noise inside to subside before taking a deep breath and gently tapping the door three times with his fingers.
"Please come in."
Chen Mo is the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 12. He is around fifty years old, slightly overweight, and has a very friendly smile: "Please sit down."
Lin Shiren sat down opposite him, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt, her posture rather reserved: "Teacher Chen, you wanted to see me?"
Chen Mo smiled again: "Don't be nervous, I just want to chat with you. Are you getting used to it?"
"Um……"
On the very day of his shift change, he suffered a bloody accident and overheard some gossip about the top class. Lin Shiren looked at him, unsure how to respond.
Chen Mo then noticed the band-aid on her forearm and asked, "What happened to your arm?"
"It's nothing, the book is so new, it got scratched by accident."
The girl had almond-shaped, round eyes with light brown pupils and a slightly upturned nose. She was a rather shy young girl, but she couldn't hide anything on her face, and Chen Mo knew what was going on.
He smiled kindly and said, "I spoke with your former homeroom teacher and she praised you as an excellent and self-disciplined student. Your only slight weakness is physics. But you don't need to worry about that at all. The national physics competition team members are all in our class. You can use the holiday to make up for your weakness."
As expected of Zhou Lin, he's a legend everywhere.
Huiwen High School is a provincial key school, full of the pride of the entire Huaicheng. But someone like him, who stands out from the crowd and whose grades crush all the top students in the key class, is extremely rare in the school's history. No wonder Chen Mo's eyes were full of pride when he mentioned him.
Lin Shih-ren nodded.
"The pace of classes in the honors classes is faster than in regular classes, and the teachers have higher expectations, but our class doesn't use the 'sea of questions' approach..."
The elite classes are Huiwen's hallmark, boasting an impressive rate of students gaining admission to top 2 universities each year. The school spares no effort in nurturing these promising students, with all subject teachers being heads of their respective subject research groups. Chen Mo, who has been a homeroom teacher for over a decade, is leading an elite class for the first time this year, and it would be a lie to say he feels no pressure. He has even recently been reading numerous books on psychology.
"Give yourself some time to adjust to the new rhythm. Fluctuations in grades are normal, so don't feel pressured..."
Lin Shiren has had a problem since childhood: she has a hard time concentrating when she hears grand principles. Chen Mo's mouth opened and closed, but her thoughts drifted away unconsciously, and she began to imagine the scene of saying her first words to Shen Xuqing.
Should she casually ask him a physics question, or return the umbrella from two years ago? There would definitely be many people around. Before, they were ten classrooms apart. Even if they brushed past each other at the corner of the stairs, she would have to think for a long time before she could even say hello. She could only secretly catch a glimpse of the curve of his profile in the corner of her eye...
When another class teacher came to find Chen Mo, he didn't keep her for long. When Lin Shiren returned to the classroom, the atmosphere was already quiet.
My new deskmate is quite enthusiastic. During break, I asked her to go to the restroom. On the way, we talked about everything from controlling the air conditioner's usage time to the love and hate of the most popular people in the class... That's how it is between girls. Once you've been to the restroom together and chatted about gossip, your friendship will blossom.
Lin Shih-jen asked her about the girl who hit someone that morning.
You mean Yu Xuehui?
"She has always been an oddball in the class, rarely speaking to anyone. On the day the results of the last monthly exam came out, I saw her stabbing her hand hard with a pen until it bled. Teacher Chen talked to her many times and even asked her parents to take her to see a psychologist, but nothing worked."
I finally understand how I got into this undeserved disaster.
Yu Xuehui was unwilling to leave the honors class, and her promotion to the next class hit a nerve with the other girl, finally revealing the source of the hostility in her eyes.
The school bell rang precisely at six o'clock, echoing throughout the entire school building.
There were no evening self-study sessions during summer vacation, and the classrooms echoed with the sound of students tidying their books. Students carrying backpacks filed out of the front and back doors, their footsteps filling the entire corridor. Amidst the bustling crowd, Lin Shiren pulled his phone out of his pocket. Just as he unfurled it from airplane mode, he received a WeChat message from Xin Xiaomei: "I'm working overtime tonight. Take care of dinner yourself."
After receiving the same message for several days in a row, she suddenly felt bored and locked her phone without any desire to talk back.
During rush hour, buses are like compassionate steel behemoths; even when the doors are about to burst, they never abandon a single passenger. Over nine stops, Lin Shih-Jen was squeezed from the front to the back of the bus by the constant flow of people getting on and off. By the time he finally got off, the band-aid on his forearm had been knocked off.
It was around 6:30, the light was thin and bright, and the weather forecast still showed a high of 30 degrees Celsius. At the convenience store downstairs, the clerk helped her pack oden.
The automatic door rang, and someone came in.
Outside the glass door, the sunset was ablaze with vibrant colors. Just then, Lin Shih-ren took money out of his wallet, and a pair of long legs brushed past him on the gleaming floor tiles.
When it was time to pay, the cashier smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, we've run out of change. You can only pay electronically."
"ah?"
This was a completely unexpected situation.
Lin Shih-ren's living expenses were all paid in cash, and cell phones weren't allowed at school, so she had almost no money in her Alipay account. But the oden was already packed up, and she blinked, "Auntie, can I exchange cash with you?"
"Then I can't say for sure." The cashier pointed to the camera above her head.
The air conditioning in the store was very strong. She touched her bare arms and suddenly felt a little lost.
The cashier was quite helpful. She glanced around the store and pointed behind her with her chin: "Why don't you exchange the cash for that handsome guy?"
Lin Shih-jen subconsciously turned around.
The boy's face was obscured by the open refrigerator door, revealing only his collarbone and slightly muscular arms as he took Cokes from the shelf.
Even though it's just an outline, it's like a sketch by Men Cai, with every part of the body's movement and transitions depicting smooth lines.
With a click, the glass door closed, and the boy turned around. Probably noticing the gazes directed at him, he looked over intently, and the moment their eyes met, Lin Shiren's breathing rose and fell slightly.
An unexpected person appeared before me.
Zhou Lin.
His dark, deep gaze swept over, then quickly shifted away as he slowly walked over. He placed the cola on the counter without much emotion, the overhead spotlight casting a small shadow beneath his eyelashes, highlighting his defined jawline—a blend of youthful energy and angularity.
While Lin Shih-ren was still debating whether to speak as a classmate or a stranger, the cashier had already made her decision.
"Handsome, we're out of change. Could you help this young lady get some more money?"
"Hmm." His voice was already cold and aloof, and from the moment he entered until now, he had only uttered this one word, displaying his extreme coldness.
Why pretend like that?!
"Thank you so much." The cashier didn't notice Lin Shiren's embarrassment. She tapped the screen a few times with her fingertips and then pointed the barcode scanner at the barcode on the product.
He was very tall, and there was a natural sense of oppression when he was close. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, and her gaze followed his hand without knowing where to look.
They are evenly long and slender, with thin calluses on their knuckles.
Then he watched as Lin Shiren took a box from the shelf next to him and handed it over to pay for it together. When Lin Shiren saw the words on the box, something suddenly exploded in his mind, and his cheeks burned up.
Jissbon
Exceptional endurance,
Pack of six.
A note from the author:
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This is my first time writing a campus-themed story, and I've been incredibly busy with three layoffs and work pressures, so I'm afraid I won't be able to update daily. Please forgive me. But for those of you following along, you won't regret it—there are tons of red envelopes dropping every day!
I've seen it in your eyes, it's definitely a sweet romance novel. Thank you all for your support. If you don't like it, please don't force yourself. There are countless great novels on Jinjiang Literature City; you're sure to find one you like.
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"President Lu has resigned yet again."
You Yun, the project director of Tongen Medical, has a legendary resume—she rose through the ranks faster than a rocket thanks to her iron-fisted approach and the opportune moment of launching a new drug.
With the general manager nearing retirement, rumors are circulating within the company that she will be the next general manager.
Three months later, You Yun's hopes were dashed. The new general manager was Lu Sizhou, the heir of the Lu Group.
With his good looks, he consistently contributed to the entertainment section's KPIs, making his female colleagues swoon. Only You Yun remained unmoved and decided to overwhelm this "parachuted" colleague with her work.
You Yun: "President Lu, there's still 15% left to achieve our annual business target. Aren't you worried?"
Lu Sizhou: "I was so worried that I was hospitalized. Can you come and take care of me?"
You Yun: "Our rival company gifted Mrs. Tang an exorbitantly priced necklace. I'm afraid we won't be able to secure orders from our major clients next year."
Lu Sizhou: "This is the catalog of the Zurich auction. Pick one you like."
As she rolled it up, something seemed off; how had she become the person with the highest approval authority in the company?
The day after their unpleasant parting, the HR director sent Lu Sizhou's resignation application via the OA system.
HR Director: [Mr. Lu is resigning again. Is the company about to go bankrupt?]
In the dimly lit emergency passage, You Yun, expressionless, confronted Lu Sizhou: "I've already withdrawn your resignation application."
Lu Sizhou trapped her in a small space with his arms: "You don't like office romances, so I resigned to kill two birds with one stone."
You Yun: ...
She wants to be a general manager, not just "do" being a general manager.
A career-driven man who resorts to brute force to vent his anger when his backing isn't strong enough, and a love-struck man who has secretly loved his wife for years but accidentally stole her job.
[Mini Theater]
Her colleagues were all indignant on You Yun's behalf, because President Lu was picking on her more and more frequently.
In the general manager's office, You Yun sat on Lu Sizhou's lap, her lips tinged with an unusual red: "Don't do personal things during work hours."
Lu Sizhou: "I haven't kissed enough yet."
You Yun forcefully pushed away his restraints: "We'll be having a video conference in a bit."
Lu Sizhou: "If you won't let me kiss you, I'm going to submit my resignation..."
That's enough! Whose general manager is this, resorting to crying, making a scene, and resigning all at once?
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