Chapter Thirty Registration

  Saw off Zhu Jianjun, cold and icy, with a hint of hesitation and some confusion, took the car back home.

  The ticket seller on the bus saw Leng Bingxue sitting alone in the cold, and was quite surprised. However, seeing that Leng Bingxue was very calm and collected, and had enough money for the fare, he looked at him a few more times before not saying anything else. In his heart, he muttered: What kind of irresponsible parents are these? Letting such a young child travel alone on a long trip, isn't this being too careless?

  Back home, it was almost the same time as when he usually got off school in peacetime. Leng Yun and others didn't notice anything unusual either. It wasn't until dinner that his grandmother asked him why he hadn't come back for lunch, but he just made up an excuse to brush it off. Over the years, his behavior had always been reassuring to his family, who knew he was very discreet in what he did and trusted him completely, so they naturally didn't think much of it or interfere.

  Such parents are really easy-going, at first they were even uncomfortable with themselves, but later on they gradually got used to it.

  The next day, Leng Bing Xue returned to school, back on track with her normal routine at this age.

  Although the weather is not very cold, the bleakness of winter days always makes people's mood melancholy.

  The houses on both sides showed a grayish hue, and the sky and streets were also dyed with a dull color; The bare tree trunks by the road looked very lifeless, fallen leaves, flying dust and waste paper, which added to the gloomy atmosphere. A cold wind swept across the long and narrow street, as if it had brought sorrow. Not only did those who claimed to be sentimental feel sad, but also the pedestrians on the street, the sparrows perched on the power lines, the dogs at the door, the cats huddled by the stove, and even the thin horses carrying heavy loads all felt the breath of a long and severe winter.

  As he walked into the campus, looking at those innocent faces, playing and frolicking figures everywhere, listening to that crisp and cheerful laughter, a chill ran down his spine as thoughts flooded his mind: Yesterday, he was still in the casino, cheating and deceiving others, with millions of dollars changing hands for the sake of the future; today, he returned to the life of a second-grade elementary school student. The contrast between these two worlds was too great, leaving him feeling lost and terrified, unsure which one was real, as if he were in a dream.

  Still in a daze, he hadn't even reached the classroom when he was stopped by his homeroom teacher Li Zhi Xiong.

  "Does Teacher Li want to see me for something?" Leng Bing Han looked at Li Zhi Xiong's smiling face, paired with the thick glasses and bulging eyes behind them, and couldn't help but find it somewhat comical.

  Perhaps to maintain his dignity, Li Zhi-xiong always had a stern face in front of the students, just like a rare sunny day on a drizzly day. He rarely showed a smiling face, except when he was with Leng Qing-qiu, which didn't quite fit his nickname "Li Yan-wang".

  Li Zhi Xiong smiled and looked at Leng Bing Han, his voice was very gentle and kind, asking: "Little Bing Han, are things all done? Why do you look like your spirit is not good, don't get sick."

  "It's all taken care of, thank you for your concern, Teacher Li. I'm fine, just didn't get enough rest." Leng Bing Xue said politely. He had always been courteous to those who treated him well, regardless of whether they had any ulterior motives or not.

  "That's good, that's good." Li Zhi Xiong still smiled and said: "If there's anything, just tell me in time, I'll do my best to help you solve it. And Xiao Han, in another week, it will be the Winter Sports Meeting, as a class leader, you must organize this event well, I believe you can do it."

  When Li Zhi Xiong said that, Leng Bing Han suddenly remembered that every winter in his previous life, the school would hold a winter sports meeting, plus the opening ceremony the day before, for a total of three days. The primary school sports meetings were not very formal, and the events were just some short-distance running, long-distance running, high jump, and long jump. However, these few days didn't require classes, so the students were like ducks set free, all excited and happy, as if they were celebrating a holiday.

  "Teacher Li, don't worry, I will definitely organize this sports meeting well and ensure our class gets the best results." Leng Bing Han replied loudly. As a class monitor, one should still fulfill their duties responsibly.

  "Alright, alright, I have faith in you." Li Zhi Xiong seemed even more pleased, nodding repeatedly: "Okay, class is about to start, go ahead and go."

  "Goodbye, Teacher Li."

  Saying goodbye to Li Zhi Xiong, Leng Bing walked quickly into the classroom with a cold and icy expression.

  As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Xin rushed over excitedly and said: "Xiao Han Ge, you've finally arrived."

  Since the conflict that time, it's unknown whether it was his own awakening or the consciousness instilled by his parents, Zhao Xin completely became a cold and unfeeling iron rod follower, following him wherever he went. Yesterday, Leng Binghan didn't come to school, which made him feel really uncomfortable, and everything seemed to be without energy.

  Zhao Xin's enthusiasm made Leng Bing Han somewhat unbearable, fortunately the bell for class rang at this moment, and Leng Bing Han finally sent away Zhao Xin who was reluctant to leave, returning to his seat.

  He looked at Chen Ting before sitting down, but Chen Ting was concentrating on the blackboard, seemingly unaware of him.

  After a class of standing up, the teacher began to lecture. To be honest, the lesson was very vivid, but Leng Bingxing wasn't very interested. There's no way around it - putting a college student in a second-grade elementary school classroom and having him face knowledge that's as easy as reciting for him all day can't possibly spark even a bit of interest.

  At this moment, taking advantage of the teacher's back to write on the blackboard, a small note was suddenly passed over from beside him, which made Leng Bing Han very surprised. He looked at his deskmate Chen Ting, but only saw her sitting upright with her hands flat on the desk, her waist straightened, and her eyes fixed on the front, seemingly concentrating intently on the lesson, as if she had done nothing.

  The icy cold made her curious to open the note, and she saw that it was written in elegant handwriting: "I heard from the teacher that you were sick yesterday, are you better now?" Behind it was a cartoon head with its hand scratching its head, eyes looking up, seemingly puzzled and worried.

  He glanced at Chen Ting again, just in time to catch her glance, but she quickly turned back, as if nothing had happened. However, Leng Bingxue could clearly see that the base of her ears suddenly turned crimson for an instant.

  Seeing this, I almost couldn't bear the chill. This Chen Ting is really interesting, I didn't expect her to care about me. But I asked for a leave of absence, how did she ask about my body? Did the teacher tell them that I was sick?

  Didn't have time to think much, picked up the pen and wrote: Nothing's wrong, thanks for your concern.

  After passing the note over, Chen Ting quickly scanned the contents of the note and then wrote at the bottom: No one cares about you, it's just that there are difficult problems that can't be done, and no one to ask.

  Hehe, Leng Bing coldly smiled and said: It's really suffering for the sake of saving face. He didn't bother with her anymore, took out that special notebook from his backpack, and started on his daily must-do task in class.

  Chen Ting saw Leng Bingxue ignoring her again and starting his strange behavior, feeling both angry and annoyed. Yesterday, she heard that he was sick and didn't come to school, looking at the empty seat next to her, suddenly feeling like something was missing, with a hollow feeling in her heart. Today, she finally saw him arrive, although she repeatedly told herself not to be distracted during class and to listen carefully, but still couldn't help writing that note for him. Who knew this guy would be so nonchalant, it's infuriating, really makes her want to kick him a couple of times to vent her anger.

  Finally, the class is over. The teacher has just walked out of the classroom, and the students are about to rush outside to have some fun, whether it's going to the toilet or running around randomly, all for relaxation. Leng Bing suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Everyone please wait a minute, I'll take up one minute of your time."

  It's rare for something like this to happen since Leng Bing Xue became the class monitor, so there must be something going on. Everyone stopped what they were doing and the entire classroom fell silent, all waiting with bated breath to hear what Leng Bing Xue had to say.

  Seeing the eyes of the whole class focused on himself, Leng Bing said coldly: "I suppose everyone knows that next week is the Winter Sports Meeting. I hope everyone can actively sign up and participate, striving for a good ranking for our class. Those who are capable will work harder. For those who want to sign up, please go directly to Sports Commissioner Gao Fei to register your name and participating events."

  As soon as the sports day event was mentioned, everyone started getting excited again. Although their grades weren't great, those who were good at sports were even more thrilled - this was a rare opportunity for them to shine in school and they couldn't afford to miss it. The boys especially wanted to show off in front of the girls, so everyone cheered and rushed to sign up with Gao Fei.

  In elementary school, there is one good thing: children's sense of honor is still very strong. Everyone is very enthusiastic and not like in middle school, where many people only know how to study and are not very enthusiastic about this kind of activity. Often, teachers and class cadres have to mobilize for half a day before they can gather all the personnel for each project.

  Wen Xin rushed over, her body leaning on the cold desk, her head forward, her curved eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, her face filled with a sly smile, softly laughing: "Little Han Ge, yesterday Teacher Li said you were sick, but I didn't believe it, your body has always been so good, I've never heard that you've ever been ill."

  Her eyes widened in anger and she said fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense, I won't get sick?"

  Wen Xin was startled by his expression at first and took a step back, but soon came closer again, her eyes curved even more as she smiled and said: "Hehe, Xiao Han Ge is feeling guilty, I saw you with that uncle the day before yesterday, and you must have gone to play something fun yesterday too, it's just that you didn't take me along, Xiao Han Ge is so bad."

  She smiled coldly and shook her head, what's going on here? The thoughts of this little girl are really hard to guess. However, the relationship between herself and Zhu Jianjun was not something she wanted to expose so early, if it were to be spread wildly by Wen Xin, who knows what kind of rumors would be spread later on.

  He suddenly had an idea and whispered in Wen Xi's ear: "Xiao Xi, this is our secret, don't tell anyone."

  Wēn xīn seems to be very excited about sharing a common secret with Lěng Bīng Hán, hehe laughing, as if this would make their relationship very close, somewhat showing off and glancing at Chén Tíng on the other side of Lěng Bīng Hán, and whispering in his ear: "Little Hán Gē, this is our secret, I definitely won't tell anyone else, not even my parents, hehe."

  Although their behavior was somewhat ambiguous, the students in the class seemed to have gotten used to it. From time to time, Wen Xin would go to Leng Bing Han's place to tease her, regardless of others whispering that she was Leng Bing Han's little wife, nobody paid attention to it anymore, and everyone thought it wasn't fresh anymore.

  Chen Ting sat on the side, looking at the book, but her eyes were fixed on the familiar words, yet she couldn't remember any of the content. Her eyes were on the book, but her ears were focused on listening to what Leng Bing Han and Wen Xin were saying. Later on, when they started whispering to each other, all she could hear was a murmur, but she couldn't make out anything specific. However, their intimate behavior made her feel uncomfortable, yet she had no way to intervene, so she just rolled her eyes and let out a soft snort. But apparently, Leng Bing Han and Wen Xin didn't notice, it was like punching cotton, making her feel even more helpless.

  It's not even noon yet, and Sports Committee member Gao Fei has come to complain to Leng Binghan. The registration for other events in the Winter Games is going smoothly, but no one has signed up for the men's and women's 1000m long run, men's 400m, and women's 200m events. Gao Fei is good at short-distance running and high jump, but all three of these events are already full. He has tried to persuade many people, but they all shook their heads, so he had no choice but to come to Leng Binghan for help.

  "Alright, I'll take care of all these." Leng Bing Xue was also worried, these few projects were not like the 50-meter dash, 100-meter dash, or long jump, which could be easily handled by rushing through. Participating would be easy and wouldn't be too tiring to mobilize. However, for the second-grade students to complete these projects, it would be a significant challenge for their physical strength and endurance. What could be done? Who made themselves the class monitor anyway?

  In desperation, this man had no choice but to participate in the 400m and 1000m events alone. But what about the women's events? Should they just give up?

  Leng Bing Han was getting a headache, when Chen Ting suddenly said: "Let me take care of the 400 meters."

  "Who?" Chen Ting's eyes widened in shock and unbelief as she stared at him.

  "What, don't you believe me?" Chen Ting seemed to be in a hurry, her pretty face turned red, and sweat beads appeared on the tip of her nose.

  "Not, not." Leng Bing said hastily: "Four hundred meters is not easy to run, you have to maintain speed and have enough physical strength, I'm worried about your body..."

  "What, looking down on me?" Chen Ting seemed to have sensed the cold and icy concern, her heart felt sweet and happy like she had eaten honey, but she put on a straight face and said: "How can you say that I'm also from the troops, and I often exercise my body. If I'm not good enough, others will be even worse."

  He carefully sized her up, looking at her long legs tightly wrapped in thick cotton pants, and seemed to think that running might still have some advantages. He nodded, but his eyes soon became deep and serious. "Mm, okay, but be sure to distribute your energy reasonably, grasp the rhythm, if you really can't do it don't force yourself, your body is most important."

  Just starting to see Leng Bingxue staring at her own legs, Chen Ting felt a bit embarrassed, holding her chest and not daring to lift her head up. Her face was even more flushed now that she heard Leng Bingxue's words, her eyes suddenly became dazed, unsure of what she was thinking about. After a long while, she giggled and said: "Don't worry, I'll be careful. Starting from noon, I've been practicing running 400 meters. Since you say it's very important, you must guide me by my side. Now that I've joined in, I must strive to get first place." Saying this, her small fist clenched, with a determined look of not giving up until she reached her goal.

  He smiled coldly and nodded in agreement, saying he would come to guide her practice after lunch at home.

  This little girl is really interesting, she never gives up on anything. Even when her position as the top student in class was taken away by Leng Bingxue, she still holds a grudge until now.

  The problem of the women's 400 meters has been solved. Leng Bing is very satisfied now. If no one runs in the 1000 meters, so be it, we can just give up our right to participate.

  At noon after school, Leng Bingxue hadn't even left the campus when Wen Nian was already chasing after her.

  Seemingly running too hastily, panting and out of breath, he ran to the front of Leng Bingxing, and before he could catch his breath, he anxiously asked: "Little Brother Han, I heard that Chen Ting signed up for the 400-meter race, is that true?"

  "Yes." Leng Bing Han was somewhat perplexed, wondering why Wen Xi would care about this issue.

  Wen Xin's face changed slightly, seemingly a bit depressed, but after a moment's thought, she asked: "Now that there are still 1000 meters of women's events with no one signed up, what does Xiao Han Ge plan to do?"

  "What can we do? We'll just have to forfeit." Seeing Wen Xin was sweating from running, Leng Bing took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Wen Xin for her to wipe her sweat.

  This is a cold and icy habit, in the previous life, wherever I went, I would always carry a pack of tissues with me, to wipe my hands or sweat at any time. However, in this era, without tissues, I can only bring a handkerchief, as long as it's washed frequently, it can basically be used as a tissue.

  Taking the handkerchief, Wen Xin was very happy, and burst out laughing, so delighted that her eyes seemed to narrow into a line. She gently wiped away the sweat on her face and said: "Xiao Han Ge, let me take this 1000 meters, our class can't give up, it would be too embarrassing if word got out."

  "Who?" The cold icy voice almost petrified him. Running these few steps had already exhausted him, could he still run a thousand meters?

  "What's wrong with me? I've made up my mind, you won't let me sign up, so I'll go find Sports Commissioner Gao Fei to report, or ask Teacher Li to report. Anyway, I'm definitely participating. I'll come practice at noon too, you'd better guide me! Hehe!"

  Wēn xīn said with a smile as she happily ran off, still waving the cold compress handkerchief that Lěng Bīng had just given her.

  "Hey, this..." Before Leng Bing Han could say anything, Yun Xin Yan had already disappeared into thin air.

  Forget it, Leng Bing Han had no choice but to give up. These little girls were more and more stubborn, and it was impossible to persuade them. All she could do was try her best to help them find some shortcuts so they wouldn't have to work so hard. However, this poor handkerchief had only been used for less than two days, and now she had to buy a new one. Luckily, she had won a lot of money yesterday. Leng Bing Han walked on, thinking silently to herself.