Does the School Beauty Confess Her Feelings? But This One Has Psychological Trauma from Confessions!

"Ding-ling-ling—!"

Accompanied by the noon dismissal bell, which sounded more pleasant than any previous one, the two-hour super math marathon—and the endurance marathon for their minds—finally came to an end.

The middle-aged woman at the lectern looked every bit like a Special Grade Teacher, and in fact she was one. She tapped the edge of her materials against the podium, stacked up her lesson plans and papers, and said "Class dismissed" once the bell stopped ringing.

The dazed students sat up straight in unison, like rice seedlings in a field whose growth had been captured by a time-lapse camera after being watered and then played at high speed. They radiated a kind of flourishing vitality.

Most of the students rushing to the cafeteria for lunch shot out of the classroom like arrows loosed from a bow and began a race.

Most of those commuting home for lunch took their time packing up.

Lin Yu was the least anxious of all—because he belonged to the most noble Packed Lunch Party.

He leisurely took an insulated lunch box from beneath his desk, untied the lovely cotton cloth wrapped around it, and revealed the four-layer metal lunch box inside.

When he opened it, the luxurious spread of three dishes, one soup, and two staple foods unfolded across the desktop.

Sweet-and-sour pork, braised pork stewed with quail eggs and potatoes, stir-fried shredded green beans with pork, and corn, lotus root, and pork rib soup sent up fragrant steam. The glistening soy sauce fried rice and scallion pancakes cut into strips were brimming with appetizing appeal as well.

There was even an orange for dessert!

The aroma and sight instantly made Zhao Shengwen, who was still packing up his desk, wail.

"Brother Lin, can you stop torturing your buddy?"

He dropped his math textbook without