Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang indeed stayed obediently until the end of the fourth class. Just as Teacher Ma was feeling relieved, the bell rang and he felt a gust of wind passing by. Seeing that Lian Qingyang's seat was empty, Teacher Ma sighed, picked up the cup, held the textbook, shouted "get out of class dismissed" and walked out.

Ma Sixue also hurried out. Fortunately, the cafeteria was not far away. After running for three minutes, Ma Sixue arrived at the cafeteria door and saw Lian Qingyang who had already bought food. He took a breath and walked over to sit down. "Sure, Qingge, spicy beef, boiled fish, and why are there scrambled eggs with tomatoes and stir-fried pork with celery?"

At first, Ma Sixue couldn't eat spicy food, so every time he ate with Lian Qingyang, he would order an extra light dish. Later, after eating too much spicy food, he felt that light dishes were tasteless, so he stopped ordering them.

Lian Qingyang kept his eyes fixed on the students who were entering the cafeteria one after another. He reached out and pulled Ma Sixue up: "Don't worry about it. Go get three bowls of rice."

Jing Chen would pack a vegetable dish and two steamed buns for lunch to eat in the dormitory. Every time he followed the group into the dormitory, he would first check to see if Lian Qingyang was there. He knew Lian Qingyang always skipped class and came first. If he was lucky, he would see Lian Qingyang on the first floor, either eating or about to leave after eating. If he didn't see him, it meant that Lian Qingyang hadn't eaten on the first floor or had already left. Unfortunately, Lian Qingyang never noticed him.

Today, when he entered the room, he habitually looked for Lian Qingyang's position first, but unexpectedly, his eyes met Lian Qingyang's. He wanted to turn his head away, but when Lian Qingyang saw him, he waved and mouthed "Come here!"

I don't know how he walked over, but when Jing Chen came to his senses, he was already standing next to the four-person table where the two of them were sitting. Ma Sixue happened to bring the food over, and seeing his expression of "I see, that's what I saw", he curled his lips and sat down next to Lian Qingyang.

Lian Qingyang saw that he looked dazed, so he brought the rice to the seat opposite him and asked him to sit down. "Why don't you sit down? There's nothing to say. Consider this your treat. It's a greeting between us as fellow table-mates!"

Jing Chen sat down and saw the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried pork with celery in front of him. He whispered, "Thank you." He didn't say anything polite and picked up the rice and started eating.

*

Lian Qingyang and Jing Chen were both well-known on campus. One was known for being rich and mischievous, and the other was known for being a cool and aloof academic. The fact that they were eating at the same table was unprecedented news, so many people passed by inadvertently.

Ma Sixue snorted and joked to two girls passing by, "Classmates, you two have walked back and forth here five or six times. Even if I'm face-blind, I can recognize you two."

The two girls blushed, lowered their heads and ran away embarrassedly.

Ma Sixue turned his head and looked at a boy sitting at the table next to him and teased him, "Brother, I noticed how often you turned your head. Otherwise, if they were sitting opposite you so that you could see them, wouldn't they be very appetizing?"

As they were talking, Teacher Ma leisurely walked over with a plate in his hand. He sat down next to Jing Chen and looked around at the overly crowded surroundings. "Don't you have classes this afternoon? Finish your meal and go to the dormitory to rest for a while, so you won't be so sleepy during class this afternoon."

The density of the crowd around them gradually thinned out, and their table was very quiet. They could even hear the sound of people walking away.

"I heard they were in the same class, and Jing Chen was transferred to Class 2."

"Didn't Jing Chen apply for it himself? It seems he's even sitting at the same table with Lian Qingyang."

"Really? Two such handsome guys sitting together, if I were a teacher I would just stare at them the whole time."

"Blessed are those who are teachers, hiss."

"I'm in Class 2. No wonder Teacher Chen kept glancing at them in biology class this morning."

"A cool and aloof academic master and a naughty and playful academic master, really good, hehe."

Teacher Ma, not sure if it was from the spicy food or choking on his saliva, coughed a few times and said, "Well, I don't know what the kids these days are talking about. They talk so strangely. Enjoy yourselves. I'm leaving now."

*

After eating, the three of them went back to the dormitory together. Ma Sixue lived next to the two of them. He greeted them and went in. Lian Qingyang opened the door and walked in first.

The dorm was a double room, with a bed and desk on either side, and a long desk in the middle. On the right side of the door were two rows of cabinets, and on the left were the toilet and bathroom. Their dorm was on the sunny side of the second floor, and a few clothes were already hanging on the balcony.

Lian Qingyang couldn't stand the cafeteria smell and prepared to take a shower first. He took a change of clothes and turned his head to look at the person sitting at his table: "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Jing Chen paused and said calmly, "No."

Lian Qingyang nodded and walked in. After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom. Jing Chen pulled out a somewhat old notebook from the upper bookshelf, wrote a few words, then closed it and put it away, stood up and got on the bed.

He was sleeping on the left side of the bed, right next to the bathroom. The glass was frosted, and he could catch a glimpse of a hazy figure when he sat on the bed and looked down. Jing Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly lay down and closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water stopped and the sound of slippers tapping on the floor began to creak, getting closer and closer before it quieted down. Jing Chen was awake, his mind abuzz with thoughts, and he didn't pay much attention to the direction of the sound.

At this moment, a puzzled voice sounded in my ear: "Why are you crying?"

Jing Chen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Lian Qingyang was standing beside his bed, looking at him. His messy hair was a little wet, and the towel he was using to wipe his head was draped over his shoulder. He had one hand on his waist and the other holding the towel, his handsome face full of confusion.

Jing Chen raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes in embarrassment and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay."

Lian Qingyang nodded suspiciously, turned and walked towards the balcony: "Okay, you go to sleep first, I'll go outside to dry my hair."

*

After the afternoon classes, during the last study session, Teacher Ma entered the classroom and instructed a few students to move the school uniforms. Standing on the podium, she smiled and said, "I recommended the style of the school uniforms this time. I'm sure you'll like it."

The crowd below started to jeer: "Teacher Ma, are you sure your aesthetic taste is the same as ours? I'm a little scared."

"Don't do it in the square dance style!"

"Or we should just wear the old ones. I suddenly think the old ones are acceptable."

Teacher Ma feigned anger: "What's wrong with my aesthetic taste? Look, I bought Ma Sixue's clothes. I'm not old enough to go square dancing! My previous ones were so ugly. I promise this one will look better than before!"

Lian Qingyang, Jing Chen, and Ma Sixue, as the main force in the class, naturally participated in the moving work. Lian Qingyang, holding the clothes in opaque packaging, came up to Jing Chen and asked, "Hey, Jing Chen, what do you think our school uniforms will look like this time? They're still being packaged in opaque bags. I don't think it's very reliable."

Before Jing Chen could say anything, Ma Sixue walked over to Lian Qingyang's other side and interrupted, "I heard my dad say that he recommended the style. Look at what I'm wearing. It's so ugly. If he hadn't insisted, I wouldn't wear it. Don't ever trust my dad's taste!"