Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The courses in the early stage of school were relatively easy for them. The atmosphere in the class was very active every day, and the classmates gradually became familiar with each other. In addition, everyone knew that Lian Qingyang's family was rich, so some people wanted to make friends with him. Lian Qingyang did not refuse their advances and invited everyone to have a meal on the third floor of the cafeteria on Saturday.

A few tables were put together in the corner, one for the boys and one for the girls. The atmosphere was lively, filled with food and drinks, much to the envy of many from other classes. After the meal, everyone became more familiar with each other, calling each other "Brother Qing," and even daring to chat with the usually aloof Jing Chen.

Time flies, and it's time to go home. After the third class on Friday afternoon, everyone can go back to the dormitory to pack up.

This class happened to be Mr. Ma's. Everyone listened attentively for the first half, but in the second half, the back row started to commotion, forcing Mr. Ma to step down from the podium and walk around twice. With fifteen minutes left, he asked Lian Qingyang to hand out the papers from the podium.

"We won't assign any other homework. Just finish this paper. It's all stuff you've learned in the past two weeks, so it's pretty easy. I won't lecture you for the last fifteen minutes. Just review what you've learned recently. Don't rush to pack your bags. We'll end get out of class five minutes early so you can go home and eat."

By the time Lian Qingyang finished handing out the papers and returned to his seat, Jing Chen had already finished most of the page. He picked up his pen and began writing, too. The two of them seemed to be competing, the sound of their pens scraping across the paper like a duet. Teacher Ma fell silent, and the classroom instantly fell silent. Everyone felt a sense of accomplishment when they encountered questions they knew. The test paper consisted mostly of basic questions, and ten minutes was more than enough for everyone to finish the first page.

Jing Chen handed in the paper right after he finished so that he wouldn't have to hand it in later. Lian Qingyang had just finished and handed it in after him. Teacher Ma looked at the two of them with a smile. Lian Qingyang had basically never done any of the papers before, saying that he knew how to do them but just didn't want to write anymore. But this time he actually finished it first.

Many people in the back were wailing while writing:

"Brother Jing and Brother Qing, you two are too arrogant."

"Isn't this holiday homework? Are you treating it as a class test?"

"I obviously know how to do it, why can't I do it so quickly?"

"I'm writing, I'm writing. The tip of my pen is about to catch fire."

While they were talking, Ma Sixue and Li Zhiheng finished their work and handed it in. Everyone stopped talking and wrote very enthusiastically. The good holiday homework was turned into a class test.

After a while, Teacher Ma said, "There are still five minutes until the end of get out of class. Everyone, pack up and go home to study."

The noise suddenly became noisy. Most people quickly put their books into their backpacks. Some were still writing furiously and had no other movements. Lian Qingyang packed his bag and looked at Jing Chen who was putting a pen into his pencil case next to him. He leaned over and asked him, "Why are you going home? Do you want to come with me?"

Jing Chen paused after hearing this, and shook his head with a complicated look in his eyes: "No, thank you for your kindness."

Lian Qingyang shrugged, stood up, slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and prepared to go to the dormitory first: "Then I'll go back and get my suitcase. You can wait for me in the teaching building."

Ma Sixue was in no hurry to leave. His father took him with him when he got off work. He simply took out his other homework and started working on it. He waved to Lian Qingyang who was about to leave and said, "See you later, Brother Qing!"

No. 3 Middle School does not allow luggage to be stored in the teaching building. In addition, their vacation starts early and students are not in a hurry to pack, so everyone rushes to the dormitory after class.

"Teacher Ma, I'm leaving first. See you later!" After greeting Old Ma and getting his nod, Lian Qingyang walked out of the classroom with his long legs.

*

He didn't take a nap this afternoon and pulled Jing Chen to pack his luggage. Now they could just push the suitcases and go. He didn't take the elevator. It was quite easy for Lian Qingyang to go down to the second floor with two not-too-heavy suitcases.

He had just gone down a few floors when the suitcase in his hand was taken away. He looked up at the other person and saw Jing Chen carrying the two suitcases down the stairs without saying a word.

Lian Qingyang was stunned for a moment before following him: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the teaching building? Why are you here? Are you sinking? Otherwise, let me carry it."

Jing Chen dodged the hand that was extended from the side, frowned, and did not stop until he had gone down the stairs before giving one of the suitcases to Lian Qingyang.

The two of them walked towards the school gate together, and Lian Qingyang continued to talk: "It's hard to get a taxi outside now, why don't you come with me? You're the first friend I'm bringing home. Mom will definitely be very happy when she finds out, and you can even have dinner at my house."

Although Lian Qingyang was a little naughty at school, he was very well-behaved with his mother at home. He didn't smoke, drink or go to bars. He only went out to play ball and have a meal occasionally. His father expressly forbade him to participate in the various circles of rich second-generations.

Jing Chen hesitated for a while, but finally rejected him: "I have to be a tutor tonight, sorry."

Lian Qingyang continued to insist: "You can be my tutor. Although my parents don't expect me to have high grades, they are happy to listen when I say I want to study."

Jing Chen continued to refuse, stopping to look at him. "You're very smart. In fact, you can learn most of the knowledge just by following the course. If you don't understand something, you can ask me in the dormitory or during self-study. If you don't mind, I can help you sort out the knowledge points you need for each exam. This is the help I can give you as a friend."

"But tutoring is my job. I want to help students who really need my help with difficult problems. I've been teaching this student for a year, and he's going to be promoted to junior high school next semester. His goal is to get into the junior high school department of No. 3 Middle School."

The junior high school of No. 3 Middle School is more difficult to get into than the senior high school. Generally, it is not a big problem to go directly to the senior high school after getting in. Lian Qingyang did not have good grades at that time and did not get into the junior high school of No. 3 Middle School. Later, he asked a tutor for extra lessons and was barely able to get into No. 3 Middle School.

Lian Qingyang scratched his head, and after a moment of frustration, he spoke again: "Okay, then you must come to my house when you have the chance. My mom has been wanting to meet you since she found out I have a roommate who's top of the class. It's a pity that you're not in the dormitory every time she calls."

Jing Chen didn't say no this time. He stared at Lian Qingyang for a few seconds before looking away. He nodded slightly and replied in a deep voice, "Yeah."

*

This time, it was the driver, Old Chen, who came to pick him up. Lian Qingyang handed over the suitcase and got on the back seat, throwing down his schoolbag and slumping back. Only after Old Chen walked to the driver's seat and opened the door did he sit up straight and ask, "Uncle Chen, what is Mom doing at home?"

Uncle Chen started the car and answered him respectfully, "Young Master, Mr. Lian got off work early today and took his wife out to eat."

Lian Qingyang turned his head to look at a figure outside the car window, nodded and said nothing more.