The classroom was bright and spotless, the hallway familiar.
Zhang Yang walked side by side with Little Teacher Meng, and it felt as though they were revisiting an old place.
More precisely, Zhang Yang was the one revisiting it.
"Hello, Teacher Meng." A girl stepped forward to greet her, while discreetly sizing up the incredibly handsome man beside Little Teacher Meng. "Teacher Meng, is this your boyfriend?"
Little Teacher Meng pursed her lips and smiled shyly. "Class is about to start. Go to the classroom."
The girl's eyes widened.
Wasn't that neither confirmation nor denial basically an admission? Oh my god! Teacher Meng had actually brought her boyfriend to school! And he... he was this handsome!
"Okay, Teacher Meng." She shrank back, her head full of gossip as she eagerly hurried into the classroom.
The two stood outside the classroom, looking at the students inside waiting for class to begin. In a daze, it felt as though they had returned to a break between classes many years ago.
"This seems to have been our classroom back then, right?" Zhang Yang recalled.
"Yeah, I used to sit over there." Meng Baihan pointed toward a seat in the distance. "Oh right, Zhang Yang, where did you sit back then? Let me think."
"Don't bother. I was so unremarkable back then—you couldn't possibly remember." Zhang Yang said indifferently.
He did not deny his former mediocrity.
The past was the past, and the present was the present. So what if he had once been ordinary? It did not stop him from becoming one of life's biggest winners now.
Fate's favor, the system's favor? Luck?
Sorry, but luck was also a kind of strength.
"Then... would you mind?" Meng Baihan looked at Zhang Yang. "Would you think I only like you because of who you