Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

After sitting for a while, Lian Qingyang stood up before his legs went numb. He changed his usual ruffian attitude, walked into the classroom and found his seat. He was sitting in the middle of the third row. There was no one next to him, but there was a pile of brand new textbooks. As expected, his deskmate was Jing Chen.

"Qingyang, come here." Teacher Ma was sitting on the podium, writing something intently. When he looked up inadvertently, he found that Lian Qingyang had come back. He waved at him. Lian Qingyang withdrew his gaze from the seat next to him, stood up and walked to the podium.

Teacher Ma's heart softened when he saw Lian Qingyang looking so well behaved. He spoke slowly to begin with, and now it was even softer, with the tone of someone who's trying to trick a kid into giving him a lesson: "You're so well behaved! You're a sophomore now, so you should focus on your studies. I've known Jing Chen for a while now, he's always been studying quietly. Whether you're in the dorm or in class, be a good student and don't disturb him. You can always ask him if you have questions. I asked him who he wanted to sit next to, and he picked you right away. Don't let him down!"

Teacher Ma didn't mention this in the plot. It was probably because Lian Qingyang was so casual at the time that Teacher Ma was so focused on lecturing him that he didn't have time to say anything else. Lian Qingyang nodded obediently, pursed his lips, and dimples appeared on his face. "I understand, Teacher Ma. By the way, what dishes are available in the cafeteria today?"

The cafeteria has three floors. The first floor mainly serves home-style dishes at affordable prices and large portions. It's primarily aimed at students from less-privileged backgrounds, but the food is delicious, so most people choose to eat there. The second floor features spicy hot pot and hamburgers, catering to students from more affluent backgrounds. Many people enjoy these dishes, but spicy hot pot and spicy hot pot are time-consuming, so they can only eat them twice a week, usually on Saturdays and Sundays, and return home every two weeks. The third floor features more complex regional specialties. Many students from other provinces who attend No. 3 Middle School go there on Saturdays to enjoy their hometown dishes.

There is no separate area for employees. They can choose to pack up and eat in the dormitory or dine in the hall with the students. The dishes on the first and third floors are different every day. The menu for the day will be sent to the teacher group the night before, so Lian Qingyang often asks Teacher Ma that as long as there is something he wants to eat, he must leave early in the last ten minutes of the fourth class in the morning.

At this point, Teacher Ma glared at him and whispered, "You only care about eating. Fourth period is also my class, so don't even think about leaving early."

Lian Qingyang's eyes lit up: "So, is there boiled pork today? Or spicy stir-fry? Actually, I want to eat spicy beef today..."

Teacher Ma's eyelids twitched, and Lian Qingyang, who had been observing him, immediately noticed something unusual. It seemed like there was spicy beef today! He smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Teacher Ma!"

When they were about to return to their seats, a boy sitting in the middle of the second row raised his head and winked at Lian Qingyang. Teacher Ma happened to see it and stood up and said in a serious voice: "Ma Sixue, come out with me." After that, he turned and walked out.

Lian Qingyang gloated and returned to his seat with a smug look on his face, while Ma Sixue walked out dejectedly with his head lowered.

Ma Sixue is Teacher Ma's son. He is at the top of his class and gets along well with Lian Qingyang. Whenever the two do something bad, Teacher Ma often catches them and scolds them for being "in cahoots."

*

Ma Si Xue came back after the first get out of class, sat back in his seat, turned around and whispered excitedly: "Brother Qing, today we have spicy beef and boiled fish!"

Lian Qingyang's eyes lit up, revealing a meaningful expression: "The brave ones enjoy the food first, so why not leave first at noon?"

Unexpectedly, Ma Sixue shook his head and said pitifully, "Old Ma just called me over and told me I couldn't go out at noon today. Excuses like diarrhea, a headache, or a cold are all invalid."

Before Lian Qingyang could say anything, the class suddenly became noisy, and everyone looked towards the door. Lian Qingyang turned around and saw a tall, thin figure approaching. They could have easily gone around, but they stopped in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly with their head down: "Please make way."

Ma Sixue couldn't stand this man's attitude of looking for trouble. His expression hardened as he said to him, "Are you looking for trouble? Wouldn't it be the same if you just walked around? You're the top student in the grade, so why do you have to ask Brother Qing to make way for you? It's not like you're sitting against the wall."

Jing Chen ignored his shouting and just lowered his head to look at Lian Qingyang. When Lian Qingyang looked at him, he unconsciously pursed his lips.

Lian Qingyang raised his hand and patted Ma Sixue, then stood up and pushed his chair under the table. He looked up at Jing Chen with a smile and said, "I've heard a lot about Jingshen. It's an honor to sit at your table."

Jing Chen stared at his dimples, then walked in silently, sat down, and began to clean his desk. Qing Yang didn't respond, so he pulled out a chair and sat down. The class was quiet for two seconds before it became lively again.

Ma Sixue curled his lips, leaned close to Lian Qingyang and whispered, "Brother Qing, didn't you say before that he was pretentious? He's really pretending. He's so good at studying, so handsome, but he still doesn't have a friend like me!"

Lian Qingyang casually picked up the chemistry book and flicked it over his head. Seeing him reflexively holding his head, he smiled and rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I admit that I was too ignorant before. Jingshen is not pretending. This is clearly a god descending to earth. How can mortals like us blaspheme a god? Don't slander my god in the future."

The sound was not loud, but it was just loud enough for the people next to him to hear. Jing Chen couldn't help but say, "I can hear it."

Lian Qingyang turned around to look at him, who was reading seriously with his head down, and there was no sign that he had just spoken.

He said confidently, "What's wrong? I just said it for you. If I praise someone but don't let him hear it, how would he know it was me who praised him?"

Ma Sixue secretly gave him a thumbs-up: "Amazing, you're still the best! But Brother Qing, you really look like a new breed that's popular these days - a follower of God."

*

He absorbed knowledge effortlessly, and Lian Qingyang finished the following Chinese and Biology classes with a clear mind. Ma Sixue turned away with a worried look on his face: "Should we skip the next class, Qingge?"

Jing Chen was organizing his notes when he paused. Then he heard Lian Qingyang speak righteously, "Skipping class is a very bad behavior. What are you thinking about? Please don't take me with you. I need to study hard."

Ma Sixue's expression twisted, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Did you eat a hundred garbage bags this morning? That's how much it can hold?"

Lian Qingyang shook his head and said devoutly, "No, knowledge is my spiritual food. As long as I learn knowledge, I will never feel hungry."

"Qingyang's awareness is truly remarkable. That's why he's so studious after sitting next to Jingchen for just two classes." Teacher Ma came in from the back door, a cup in one hand and a textbook under the other. He put down the cup and tapped Ma Sixue, who was already sitting upright, with the textbook. "Don't just think about leaving early and dragging Qingyang down with you. If you learn less, others will learn more. That's how the gap widens. Now that we're divided into classes, we can see everyone's abilities even more."

Although Ma Sixue likes to play, he never fell out of the top five in his grade during his freshman year of high school. Teacher Ma was indeed being modest when he said this.