I was reborn after my cousin stole my life.

Chapter 242: The Temple is Small

The students gathered around the blackboard, chatting animatedly.

Everyone brainstormed and came up with many ways to improve the blackboard bulletin board.

This was the scene that Ding Xuewen saw when he came in.

Someone deliberately called out to him, "Xuewen, come and take a look. How's Yuan Xiu's blackboard bulletin board? You, the former committee member for literature and sports, give me your feedback."

Ding Xuewen originally didn't want to pay attention, but seeing everyone looking at him, he had no choice but to go over.

Everyone praised her, so he naturally couldn't say that Yuan Xiu had done a bad job. "Very good! I knew Yuan Xiu was talented, which is why I strongly recommended her. I also wanted to invite her to join the poetry club, but unfortunately, Yuan Xiu never agreed. It seems our poetry club is too small, haha."

He laughed twice after he finished speaking.

Yuan Xiu glanced at him. "So, did Ding resign as the class's sports and arts representative because our class is too small?"

Wasn't the reason we invited her to join the poetry club because we couldn't recruit anyone at the beginning?

Isn't it because they want to "save" her from being a backward person with outdated ideas?

Ding Xuewen's smile froze for a moment. "Yuan Xiu, you're joking. Of course not. I was just making a joke to lighten the mood."

Yuan Xiu forced a smile: "I was just joking."

The two exchanged words, the air thick with a subtle tension.

Wang Jianjun changed the subject, "Then it's settled. We'll be divided into groups to be responsible for writing the blackboard bulletin, following Yuan Xiu's current ideas, and try our best to make our class's blackboard bulletin stand out!"

Ding Xuewen: "What grouping? Isn't the blackboard bulletin board the responsibility of the arts and sports committee member?"

"The arts and sports committee member is in charge, but everyone wants to contribute. We need to brainstorm to make the blackboard bulletin board even better! Yuan Xiu just needs to guide us and provide ideas!"

Why didn't he brainstorm ideas when he was the sports and arts committee member?!

Ding Xuewen swallowed the words in his mouth, feeling extremely sad.

He himself doesn't seem to think about when he was the sports and arts committee member, when he ever sought everyone's opinions.

He wanted to do everything himself and claim all the credit for himself.

He was afraid that others would take away his share of the profits.

Everyone scheduled their eye exercises during the break between the second and third periods every morning.

When Teacher Zhou found out, she naturally supported it and praised Yuan Xiu after seeing the changed blackboard bulletin.

"It wasn't just my achievement; Liu Yazhi and Zheng Yuemei also helped, and everyone gave us a lot of great suggestions on the content of the blackboard bulletin..." Yuan Xiu didn't take credit for it.

Teacher Zhou was even more pleased with her response. "That's how it should be; teamwork is the key to collective progress!"

Once Class One's blackboard bulletin and eye exercises were displayed, other classes began to follow suit. The eye exercises, in particular, were something that almost all the children who went to school in big cities knew, but those from small towns had never learned them before. Although they existed in the 1960s, they had not been widely promoted.

The idea of ​​a class doing eye exercises together started with only the freshmen of the Chinese Medicine Department in 77 following along. Later, almost half of the classes in the entire school incorporated it into their class exercises.

When the school found out, they simply set the break between the second period in the morning as the time for the whole school to do eye exercises. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the second period, the broadcast of eye exercises would start.

A classmate who had always studied in the city laughed, "I never thought we'd still be doing eye exercises in college. Only our school does that."

"I heard it was the class's sports and arts representative who started it..."

"It really is you?" Lin Fangmei said with a smile. "It's been so long since school started, and every time we bump into each other at school, we just quickly say hello and go our separate ways. We haven't had a proper chat at all. I haven't even asked you yet, how have you been lately?"

Yuan Xiu smiled and said, "It's great. My life is just going back and forth between two points every day: school, home, and back. What about you?"

"I'm fine too..."

After exchanging a few words, Yuan Xiu began to explain the purpose of her visit.

"Our class wants to organize a social event with upperclassmen. You know better than I do who the senior students in our hospital are studying at the medical school. I'd like to ask you to introduce us to some of them."

Among the students from the hospital's Traditional Chinese Medicine department who were recommended to go to university, Yuan Xiu only knew the one who was recommended last year. Although he started school half a year earlier than Yuan Xiu and her fellow freshmen, he was still a freshman in the class of '77.

Lin Fangmei had been a nurse at the hospital for many years and knew people in every department. It was easier to find her than to find her senior in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine if someone was recommended to medical school that year.

Lin Fangmei immediately agreed, "What's the big deal? It's no trouble at all. It's just a matter of a word. We were just talking about getting together sometime since we all came from the same hospital, so we can help each other out if we have any difficulties."

Without further ado, Lin Fangmei took Yuan Xiu to the second-year Traditional Chinese Medicine department to find someone while they still had time.

I ran into Hao Wenxue, whom I had met at the beginning of the semester, as soon as I arrived at the classroom door.

"Hey, junior!" Hao Wen's eyes lit up. "What are you doing in our class?"

Lin Fangmei pulled Yuan Xiu back, "I'm standing right here, didn't you see me?"

Hao Wen scratched his head: "I saw it, I saw it, but I haven't had a chance to say hello yet!"

Lin Fangmei secretly rolled her eyes.

That's a really guilty thing to say.

Hao Wen then asked the two what they had come for.

"Just let me know if you need anything!"

Lin Fangmei and Yuan Xiu said, "Senior Hao Wenxue is their class's study committee member."

Class committee members!

Just then, the person they had come to see came out.

"Fangmei, what brings you here?"

Zhu Lu was recommended to university in 76 and is now a sophomore in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Before university, she worked in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at a military hospital. She looks a few years older than Lin Fangmei.

After Lin Fangmei introduced Yuan Xiu to each other, she explained her purpose.

"Organizing a social gathering isn't a problem; our class organized one before. But which class are you from in the class of '77?"

Class One.

Upon hearing the words "Class One," Zhu Lu looked troubled. "People might be a little resistant."

"Why?" Lin Fangmei asked.

Yuan Xiu had a rough idea of ​​the reason.

"Ding Xuewen from Class One started a poetry club and openly stated that 'worker-peasant-soldier' ​​college students were not allowed to participate. Everyone has a lot of opinions about Class One and has said it a lot. If I bring it up, I guess I'll be rejected."

Lin Fangmei looked at Yuan Xiu: "How about we look for something else..."

Zhu Lu said, "You got similar answers from other classes. Even if you only asked people from our hospital, some might disagree. Of course, we have no problem with our junior sister, but the people you're going to socialize with aren't just her, but the other people in your class."