Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 156 - 156 153 Competition (Second Update)

Chapter 156: Chapter 153 Competition (Second Update) Chapter 156: Chapter 153 Competition (Second Update) October 6, Beijing University’s freshmen had their first day of classes.

Originally, Jiang Yan had wanted to cycle over to pick up Song Jiawen, but since Liang Yujun and the others didn’t have bicycles, Song Jiawen declined. She chose to walk with them instead.

With military training over, everyone found the time and energy to choose a restaurant, and since the Computer Science and Physics departments weren’t next to each other, there was no longer a need to eat together.

Tian Xiaohui felt quite regretful about this. He had enjoyed being the chief financial officer for a month and had gotten used to it.

Classes began at eight o’clock, and Song Jiawen entered the classroom at seven-thirty.

She wasn’t late, but half the class had already arrived. The first lesson of the morning was Advanced Quantum Mechanics, which was somewhat challenging to understand from the book alone, so the night before, students had borrowed related interpretive materials from the library to prepare for the class.

Song Jiawen had looked at Quantum Mechanics university textbooks in high school, which were used by her physics teacher back in his student days. Of course, they couldn’t compare to Beijing University’s Advanced Quantum Mechanics textbook, but she at least had some foundation. Thus, understanding the more complex material was easier for her.

Moreover, yesterday, Yu Ci had given her his own university physics notes and summaries. She didn’t bring all of them back to her dorm, just the ones she currently needed, and had shown them to Liang Yujun and the others last night.

Unfortunately, they didn’t quite understand them.

The reason being, those notes were mostly in English, and not very detailed. In this respect, he was a bit like Song Jiawen; relying on a good memory, they were impatient with recording such things.

The notes were only compiled because, back in university, a struggling student had offered to buy them for a hundred thousand US dollars, and only then did he patiently organize them, enticed by the money.

There were only two classes that morning: Advanced Quantum Mechanics and Superconductivity Physics, each an hour and a half long with a half-hour break in between.

Song Jiawen still chose to sit in the corner of the third row. At first, the seat next to her was empty, but after Xue Weisong finished roll call, he came and sat down.

It was then that Song Jiawen realized he had left books in the desk cubby, which she hadn’t noticed since the desk surface was bare when she arrived.

But… it didn’t matter. Since the class consisted of over thirty students, with her and Xia Shi being the only females and her not liking Xia Shi, it was normal for a male student to sit next to her.

Fortunately, Xue Weisong was quiet, not speaking much to her all morning, and even when he did, it was to discuss study-related issues, not digressing onto other topics.

After the morning’s major classes were finished, the entire afternoon was devoted to Advanced Mathematics.

This was an elective course, and four classes would take it together in a large lecture hall.

Everyone was very happy; they could finally sit together in class.

“Insider news, I heard the Advanced Math teacher originally scheduled to teach us had to take leave for personal reasons and has been temporarily replaced by Professor Yu, who usually supervises graduate students…”

A male student gossiped behind them. Ding Yuanyuan and the others turned their heads curiously, while Song Jiawen’s lips twitched involuntarily upon hearing the words “Professor Yu.”

Just last night, they had dinner together, and Yu Heng hadn’t mentioned it.

So, was this insider news true or not?

Soon after, Song Jiawen found out.

With five minutes to go before the class started, Yu Heng, dressed in a sharp suit, walked in from outside.

Song Jiawen: ….

Her gaze toward her big brother had become quite complicated.

Meanwhile, Ding Yuanyuan and the others were about to be shocked silly, whispering excitedly, “Oh my god, this is Professor Yu? How can he be so handsome?”

Sha Yali murmured quietly, “Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs… the perfect boyfriend criteria!”

Liang Yujun adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked Song Jiawen, “Why does he look so familiar? Jiajia, have we seen him around campus before?”

Song Jiawen replied coldly, “Didn’t notice, don’t know them!”

She tilted her head down, successfully avoiding Yu Heng’s smiling gaze.

During the question session, each time Yu Heng looked her way, Song Jiawen glared at him, the warning in her eyes unmistakable.

Her mom had said there was no need to be polite to the three brothers; if she didn’t want to see or deal with them, then she shouldn’t.

Even though she had never been polite before, this was the first time she had glared at someone so fiercely.

Yu Heng wanted to laugh when he saw her like this, but he respected her wishes in the end and didn’t call on her to answer.

After class, Yu Heng packed up and left, while Liang Yujun sighed beside him, “I heard that Master Mu is Professor Yu’s mother, and I originally thought she would come to the Academy of Fine Arts as the dean, to catch a glimpse of her. What a pity…”

Mu Chenyan did indeed come, but she left after half a month.

After many years of being busy, she wanted to take a break, so she ultimately rejected Beijing University’s invitation and decided to go home to open an art gallery that would only display her and her daughter’s paintings.

….

At seven in the evening, Tang An entered the classroom.

It was quiet, with only the sound of pages turning and the rustling of writing, not a single person speaking, a strong study atmosphere!

Tang An nodded in satisfaction, then cleared his throat lightly. Seeing that he had caught the attention of many students, he began to speak,

“Excuse me for half an hour, everyone, today we are going to elect our class’s second student official, the Secretary of the Youth League.”

He was straightforward and didn’t beat around the bush, “The class monitor will still be Xue Weisong, no objections, right?”

At this sentence, many people turned their heads to look at Xia Shi.

After a month of military training, despite applying sunscreen every day, the inevitable tan had set in.

Xia Shi had darkened by at least two shades compared to the beginning of school, her originally delicate face now tanned and boyish, especially with her short hair and flat chest, almost resembling a tomboy.

But this did not temper her ambition.

She had long known that being the class monitor was out of reach, but she was determined to become the Secretary of the Youth League.

So when she heard Teacher Tang ask this, she immediately raised her hand and, upon receiving Tang An’s nod, stood up confidently and said, “Teacher Tang, I have no objections to Xue Weisong continuing as class monitor, but he wasn’t chosen by everyone to begin with. So for the position of Youth League Secretary, may I nominate myself?”

Tang An looked at her with a complex gaze; he had truly never before encountered a girl so intent on becoming a class official. He had rejected her self-nomination for class monitor previously, and to reject her again now… after all, she was a girl; where would she put her face?

Tang An was momentarily troubled.

Xue Weisong looked up at him and then seemed to casually glance towards the back of the class.

“Teacher Tang, I would also like to nominate myself for the position of Youth League Secretary.”

At this moment, a boy sitting in the middle stood up. He pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled, “Like Xia Shi, I’m quite confident in my abilities. I was the class monitor in high school as well, but I have no objections to Xue Weisong as class monitor. In fact, I believe that if I were the Youth League Secretary, we would work very well together.”

Xia Shi frowned, “Shen Mengfei, what are you suggesting? That if I were the Youth League Secretary, I couldn’t work well with Xue Weisong?”

Shen Mengfei calmly, still smiling, said, “That’s not what I mean. I just think that since our class has more boys than girls, some tasks…”

“Again with the ‘more boys than girls.’ That’s what you said when choosing the class monitor, and now you’re using it as an excuse for the Youth League Secretary. What? Do you still have gender discrimination? If Song Jiawen were nominating herself for Youth League Secretary today, would you use that as a reason to reject her too?”