Chapter 152: Hidden Dangers Of Rumors
One week later.
In the week after Class 1-8 of Nongda Affiliated High School and Sasha’s class finalized their cooperation, other classes at Caida Affiliated High School also confirmed their partner classes. Because the first-year and second-year high school grades were busy with the school anniversary, afternoon club activities were temporarily canceled, but students could still be seen jumping around in the Club Building, even appearing more energetic than usual.
As long as it wasn’t class time, students’ vitality was always abundant.
This law still applied 30,000 years later.
During the preparation period, the school activated the shielding function in each classroom of the second-year and third-year high school to ensure that the stall contents of each class wouldn’t leak, which allowed Xiang Chuan to see technologies like one-way glass that existed in the 21st Century for the first time in a while, although it also included some nanoscale shielding technologies she didn’t quite understand.
Every day, large and small sealed containers were delivered into each class by transport robots, making it look extremely lively.
Agricultural University originally advocated vitality and execution, and the people at Nongda Affiliated High School, as direct junior affiliates, gradually began to awaken to these elements to varying degrees. Xiang Chuan watched her peers on the Sports Field driving transport robots and anti-gravity pulleys everywhere, even feeling like she had mistakenly entered a sports university.
The first-year high school students at Caida Affiliated High School initially held themselves aloof, thinking they followed the civilization route and shouldn’t mix with the group at Nongda who had so much physical strength they didn’t know where to put it. But as the cooperation between classes deepened, figures in non-Nongda Affiliated High School uniforms gradually appeared among those driving transport robots around the Sports Field.
The second-year high school students at Caida Affiliated High School who witnessed everything showed relieved smiles on their faces: Sure enough, not just they themselves were infected by the people from this school the previous year; sure enough, the juniors had to walk the same path they did back then.
This smile carried a bit of schadenfreude.
While the new students from Nongda Affiliated High School and Caida Affiliated High School were gradually getting along well in their cooperation, Class Eight Grade One and Sasha’s Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School were stuck in an indescribable atmosphere.
“They’re here again.” Cultural Committee Member Mandy walked out of the A Bite of China Club’s Kitchen and immediately saw the Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School students circling around the entrance of the A Bite of China Club.
“Don’t worry, they don’t dare come in.” Nancy sat nearby, happily sipping a juice. “Yesterday afternoon they smashed several customized glass tableware of the A Bite of China Club here, and now they’re regarded by the kitchen AI as alert objects prohibited from entering the Kitchen. But they think they’re prohibited from entering the Restaurant, so they don’t dare come in now and only circle around the gate. They don’t even try coming in themselves, not even daring to cross the gate. They’re really spineless.”
“It’s just their guilty conscience at work. Originally, Xiang Chuan and Yue Xiang Group only gave temporary authorization to our class; they didn’t have authorization to begin with, so coming into the Kitchen would be pointless, and the Kitchen isn’t big anyway—crowding together would just get in the way.” Ouyang Yating had Little Star One’s towel hanging around her neck, took the juice, sat on the bar chair next to the Kitchen, and glanced toward the gate. “Logically, the school must know about this, so either they already know, or they think Xiang Chuan’s ancient technology can be freely authorized for use. Either way—”
She didn’t say the rest, but the people around her understood her meaning: Coming from a direct affiliate high school under the finance academy that emphasizes property rights, how could they lack such copyright awareness? Whether knowingly or without trying to understand this aspect, it wasn’t something high school students aspiring to work in finance-related fields should do.
The same conversation happened in another group from Class Eight who were decorating the Classroom.
Unlike the group at the A Bite of China Club gate (who Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School believed was blocking them outside), there were no entry restrictions in the Classroom, so Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School naturally came and went freely, all circling around Lu Daiqing, the Class President of Class Eight Grade One in charge of venue decoration.
Although everyone had seen the actual appearance through the images provided by Xiang Chuan and the 3D imaging calculated by the AI, the ancient style prioritized aesthetics over practicality, which was somewhat hard for modern students to digest. Actual assembly and decoration still required more manual operations to coordinate with the decoration robots. Unfortunately, the school uniformly handed the usage limit of the decoration robots to each class’s Class President, and for fairness, this limit could not be lent or transferred. So the people from Class Eight in charge of assembling modules in the Classroom sometimes had to stop and watch the Class President being pestered by the interior decoration team from Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School for work. At first, everyone thought these people were quite persevering and eager to work, but when it came to assigning external promotion and meal design work to them, everyone from Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School looked reluctant.
“We’ve never done meal design. It’s unreasonable to assign this work to us non-professional Caida Affiliated High School students, and not to mention meal design—the most important external promotion work is almost done at the final stage of preparation, right? Doesn’t that mean we do nothing during the preparation phase?” An Su Chun and the others said discontentedly.
“Meal design isn’t difficult. You can design some cute patterns, and our Kitchen main person in charge can figure out how to combine those patterns into meals.” Lu Daiqing helplessly repeated again what Xiang Chuan had been telling Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School a week ago, exhaustion filling his brows and eyes: “Moreover, before starting promotion, you can take this time to rest well, and when the final stage comes, you can directly showcase the prepared things. We can strive to complete the venue decoration the fastest and catch other classes off guard.”
“But that just means we have nothing to do before the promotion period.” An Su Chun frowned. “Class President Lu Daiqing, this activity concerns the graduation evaluation of everyone in both our classes, and the preparation process in between will also be recorded in the selection criteria. Your arrangement may indeed be more efficient, but to outsiders, it would look like Class 1-8 of Nongda Affiliated High School is busy from start to finish while Class 1-3 of Caida Affiliated High School slacks off. Do you think our principals and teachers from both sides would evaluate this phenomenon how?”
“The teachers and principal on our side…”
“But…”
The people from Class Eight in charge of interior decoration saw Lu Daiqing and An Su Chun pulling back and forth, knowing it wouldn’t stop for a while. They exchanged glances and tacitly left the Classroom to get some air in the Corridor. Long Xiaoxian, in charge of equipment, simply pulled Qing Ke from the same group to the Canteen and A Bite of China Club to pack some takeout meals for everyone.
“It’s not that I don’t understand the demands from Caida Affiliated High School.” Long Xiaoxian said to Qing Ke beside them. “If it were us going to their school to hold an activity together and they did all the work while we stood by dazed, let alone the Class President, I’d be anxious too.”
“But we also have to act according to the actual situation.” Qing Ke said indignantly beside them. “They don’t understand Xiang Chuan’s Things, so the Class President has already tried to assign them work that people from Caida Affiliated High School can handle, yet they make so many demands in return. The Class President looks so pitiful now… and it’s also hindering our work progress.”
“Yeah, there’s only a little over a week left.” Long Xiaoxian checked the time on their personal terminal. “The Kitchen and clothing sides are fine, but our venue decoration side is lagging behind.”
“Sigh…” Qing Ke sighed deeply. “Last week when that class approached us first, I thought our class was so famous that people specifically named us to partner, but it turns out they were mainly after Ainuo. Fine, but then it turned into this mess…”
“This boy-girl thing, how did Xiang Chuan’s sister put it in that live stream room? Femme fatale?” Long Xiaoxian snorted.
“I’ve heard that term too, but isn’t it used to describe women? Ainuo is a boy…”
“It’s about the same. Ah, it’s our turn.”
Two square takeout boxes rose from the Canteen counter. Long Xiaoxian quickly called Qing Ke over to help carry the things.
The two who had already put this daily complaint behind them naturally didn’t notice the few students in Caida Affiliated High School uniforms sitting with gloomy faces at a nearby seat.
