Mo Jingchun stood awkwardly at the front, ignored by everyone. He sighed silently, slung his backpack over his shoulder, picked up his canvas bag, and walked up the steps, sensibly looking for a row with no one in it.
Although there were several rows, each only had one person sitting there. However, the seemingly empty desks either had a book or just a pen placed on them.
Luckily, he arrived relatively early. There was no one behind the seventh row, and there were no strange items occupying the desks.
Mo Jingchun put down his heavy backpack and was just about to sit down when a male classmate in the row in front called out to him.
"Hey, wait! Don't sit down!"
Mo Jingchun looked at his classmate in confusion. Why couldn't he sit down? Could it be that this seat was taken too? No way! The desk was clearly empty. If this also counted as saving a seat, it would be too much.
Zhang Wende, who wore glasses and had a scholarly appearance, pointed at the desk where Mo Jingchun had put his backpack, then pointed at the seat Mo Jingchun was about to sit in and said, "It seems the classroom hasn't been cleaned in a long time. There's a layer of dust on the desks and chairs."
Mo Jingchun was taken aback. The next moment, he instinctively reached out and ran his finger across the desk.
Sure enough, a thick layer of dust clung to his fingerprint. Mo Jingchun rubbed it with his other fingers, finally brushing off the dust.
Mo Jingchun smiled and thanked his classmate who had reminded him. "Thank you, classmate." He still remembered his classmate's surname was Zhang, but he couldn't recall his full name.
"No need to thank me, just a simple gesture. My name is Zhang Wende."
"Mo Jingchun."
Zhang Wende said meaningfully, "I know you, Mo Jingchun."
Unaware of the real situation, Mo Jingchun just nodded, thinking Zhang Wende had only remembered his name from his self-introduction.
People with distinctive features are always more likely to be noticed. Surely, no one was more noticeable than Mo Jingchun, who was holding a child.
In this way, it was quite normal for classmates to remember his name. Besides, his name was indeed easy to remember.
Mo Jingchun.
"Don't let wine wake Mo Jingchun from his deep sleep, betting on books as the scent of tea wafts, thinking it was all ordinary."
After reminding Mo Jingchun, the two just exchanged a few simple words, and Zhang Wende turned back to his book.
Mo Jingchun took a wet wipe from the box he usually used to wipe his sister Candy's little bottom and started cleaning the dust from the desk and chair.
After wiping twice, the originally white wet wipe turned a shade of gray, with the spots his fingers pressed appearing almost black.
Looking at the two empty seats beside him, Mo Jingchun thought for a moment before pulling out another wet wipe from the box.
Once everything was clean, Mo Jingchun sat down with satisfaction and then found the textbook "C Programming and Fundamentals" that he would need later from a pile of books.
There were still a few minutes before class started, and all the classmates gradually made their way into the classroom and found their seats. Perhaps he looked a bit handsome today, as two girls sat directly in the seats he had wiped clean.
Mo Jingchun, shy at heart, although internally delighted, dared not show any sign of joy on his face or even look a little more.
Most of the time, Mo Jingchun's gaze was focused on the front row, more specifically, on his sister Candy.
At that moment, Mo Jingchun looked shocked as he saw the class president, Yang Xiaoyu, take out an apple from her backpack. There were still fresh water droplets on it, indicating that Yang Xiaoyu had washed it back in the dorm.
Mo Jingchun was almost ready to rush over and snatch his sister Candy back. Such a large apple for Candy, who had only four little baby teeth, was absurd. If her baby teeth fell out, whom would Mo Jingchun blame? Certainly not the well-meaning class president, Yang Xiaoyu.
Just as Mo Jingchun was about to get up, the class president, Yang Xiaoyu, like a magician, revealed a spoon in her other hand. Everything about this seemed premeditated and calculated to Mo Jingchun.
In the arms of another female classmate, Candy, with her big eyes, saw only the apple before her.
Ring ring～
Ring ring～
As the class bell rang, the girls reluctantly returned to their seats, while at the door, an elderly professor with a full head of silver hair and robust appearance walked into the classroom with a teacup in hand.
The old professor carried nothing besides a thermos filled with strong tea; textbooks? Unnecessary.
As soon as the old professor stepped into the classroom, a female voice echoed in the empty room. Mo Jingchun immediately recognized that voice! It was so familiar! Class president Yang Xiaoyu!
"Stand up!"
Everyone paused for a moment, whether classmates from their own or another class, or even the professor, Song Yunqing, who had just entered the lecture hall.
But, just like Mo Jingchun, everyone only paused for a moment, and that deeply ingrained familiarity returned.
After the "Stand up" command, all the classmates stood in unison, respectfully and in unison, saying, "Hello, professor!"
There was no shyness, no hesitation; it was so natural, so coordinated.
With nearly 200 voices, its volume was such that Mo Jingchun believed it could be heard throughout the building, maybe even farther.
Song Yunqing stepped onto the podium, set down his thermos, and bowed in return.
"Hello, students!"
Song Yunqing felt very happy today. Back in the office, he could boast to the other old folks for a day.
Possibly inspired by Mo Jingchun and the others, a series of synchronized "Hello, professor" greeted him from outside the door.
The classmates sat back down sporadically, the noise from the chairs in the lecture hall sounding like music to Song Yunqing's ears.
After everyone settled and the lecture hall quieted down again, Mo Jingchun wore a constant smile.
"You are all a bunch of lovely kids, the future bridges of the country. In a few years, among you, there will be the country's bridges, the country's pillars."
"Don't think it's impossible." Song Yunqing firmly knocked on the table, emitting a loud thud.
"Maybe that person is you!"
"Allow me to introduce myself. My surname is Song, full name Song Yunqing. Teaching is half a hobby of mine. I have no other hobbies, except for the sense of pride after nurturing talent!"
"To use a phrase you've heard countless times, today's glory is the school's pride; tomorrow, the school will be proud of you. I hope every one of you can become a pillar of talent that makes the teachers proud."
All students listened attentively to each of the professor's words. Hearing phrases about the school's pride and making the teacher proud, they couldn't help but wonder in their minds.
"Can I really do it?"