Rebirth: The Comeback of the Girl
Chapter 43 Her, My Desk-mate

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Her, My Desk-mate

Teacher Cao called out names loudly, and students entered in pairs, starting from the front row and taking their seats one by one.

Soon it was Zhen Yu’s turn; after all, her performance in the tests to progress from elementary to junior high was quite good.

Teacher Cao arranged the seats according to the progression test scores, but it wasn’t absolute.

Those with similar scores were in the same row, without any logic, as if thrown there at random.

"Zhen Yu, Mou Jingjing."

"Here!"

"Here!"

Zhen Yu and another girl stepped forward one after the other and entered the classroom.

As soon as she sat down, Zhen Yu noticed something was wrong.

She sniffed; the slight odor that she had detected earlier suddenly filled her nostrils, and her expressionless face instantly turned into a bitter gourd face.

It was just a moment before Zhen Yu forcibly adjusted her expression and slightly turned her face towards the aisle.

Her new deskmate was having her period.

Don’t ask her how she knew, because the smell was just too strong!

If it were just the scent of blood, that would be one thing, but the key issue was that her deskmate must have body odor; so, the scent of blood was mixed with a faint fishy stench.

It was only because Zhen Yu had a mature heart that she could bear it.

A real little girl would probably cry out loud the moment she sat down.

Zhen Yu silently lamented in her heart, what kind of luck did she have?

In her previous life, her deskmate was clearly a boy!

How did it change just like that? Would she still be able to enjoy classes in the future?

Just then, a hand from behind pushed her, and Zhen Yu turned her head to see—hey! A female versions of Song Xiaobao!

She hadn’t paid attention to her name just now, and still didn’t know what the girl’s name was; perhaps she was dazed by the smell, not even thinking before she spoke!

She blurted out a sentence, "Song, what do you want?"

The girl said with a grin, "Nothing! We’re front and back desk mates now! You can teach me later on if I don’t understand something!"

Zhen Yu replied indifferently, "I’ll try my best."

Then she turned her head back again.

-

After everyone was seated, Teacher Cao stood at the podium.

Zhen Yu knew what was coming next: the appointment of class officials.

"Qiao Xian, class president! Qian Duoduo, pioneer leader cum study committee member! ... Zhen Yu, history class representative! ..."

Zhen Yu nodded to herself upon hearing her appointment, then stopped listening attentively.

Compared to her past life, the class president and the study committee member remained the same, as did she.

The black girl behind her poked Zhen Yu and whispered, "You’re the history class representative~ Old Qiao is still the class president! You know that Qian Duoduo, right? The class president from Class 2 in Year 6!"

Zhen Yu also replied in a low voice, "I know the name, but don’t recognize the person."

Zhen Yu recalled from her previous life what the basis for junior high class division was; they sorted the students from the two classes in Year 6 according to their admission rank, using odd and even numbers.

Old Qiao scored third, so he was assigned to Class 1, while Qian Duoduo consistently ranked first in the grade.

As for why third place became the class president, that was because Old Qiao was a male student, and Teacher Cao had a blind trust in boys.

Teacher Cao quickly finished appointing the class officials and took five or six boys from the front row to the teacher’s office building to carry books.

Qiao Xian stepped onto the podium, chalked the blackboard with a few taps—his many years of being the class president were not in vain.

He held a thin piece of paper in his hand, which Zhen Yu recognized as the one Teacher Cao had used for assigning seats.

Speaking loudly he said, "Next, we’ll be taking the school uniform sizes. Call out your size when I read your name!"

"Zhen Yu!"

"150!"

...

"Liu Ting!"

The black girl sitting behind Zhen Yu stood up and exclaimed loudly, "150!"

Now at last Zhen Yu knew her name and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When nearly everyone’s number had been called, the books arrived.

After the books were distributed, Qiao Xian took the initially book-carrying laborers to fetch the school uniforms.

-

Liu Ting poked Zhen Yu again, saying in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Do you smell something? It’s kind of stinky, weird!"

Zhen Yu looked towards her deskmate instantly, only to see that her face showed no change as she happily fiddled with the new textbooks on the desk.

She must have heard Liu Ting’s words, but she gave no reaction.

Was she unaware of it, or did she simply not care? Zhen Yu found it difficult to see through her thoughts.

Zhen Yu retracted her gaze, leaning back against Liu Ting’s desk, and said, "The smell of blood."

Liu Ting pressed on, "Blood? Who’s bleeding?"

Zhen Yu was speechless.

At the age of the first year of junior high school, not all girls have matured, and even she herself was still a child!

How could she explain this? Zhen Yu decided to ignore Liu Ting altogether.

-

Soon, the school uniforms were distributed, and Teacher Cao announced a break.

"Whoever needs to go to the bathroom, go now. Once the bell rings for the second period, we’ll start class! I’ll write the schedule on the blackboard for you now!"

As soon as he finished, he turned around and started drawing grids on the blackboard with chalk.

Classmates left the classroom in groups, chattering away. Liu Ting called out to Zhen Yu, "Let’s go~ to the bathroom!"

"Let’s go!" Zhen Yu couldn’t sit still either, not that she was in a desperate rush, but purely out of discomfort from the stench!

After stepping out of the classroom, the first thing Zhen Yu asked was, "Do you know my deskmate?"

Liu Ting replied casually, "Didn’t they call out her name, Mou Jingjing, during roll call? Didn’t you hear?"

Zhen Yu stressed, "I’m asking if you know her?"

"Oh! I don’t know her!"

"Then never mind."

After using the bathroom and returning to the playground, the bell rang for the end of the first period. Liu Ting was carried away by an acquaintance.

-

Zhen Yu sat alone on a concrete platform, dangling her legs while trying to come up with a solution for herself.

"Xiao Yu."

Zhen Yu looked up at Han Mingyue then lowered her head back down to ponder.

Han Mingyue, at the beginning of grade eight and also in class one had her classroom right next to Han Jiayang’s class one of grade seven.

He saw Zhen Yu as soon as she stepped out of the classroom. She sat by herself on this side, looking somewhat lonely from afar.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing Zhen Yu not speaking, Han Mingyue asked.

"My deskmate smells."

Han Mingyue understood in a second, "Foot odor?"

Zhen Yu felt a chill on her scalp; compared to that, her female deskmate... seemed somewhat tolerable.

But she didn’t want to tolerate it.

"It’s not! My deskmate is a girl."

"..." Han Mingyue frowned briefly in thought. A girl has an odor? "Body odor?"

"Sort of," Zhen Yu said ambiguously.

That ’Jingjing’ definitely had body odor, but now what was more overpowering was the menstrual blood scent, however, she couldn’t tell Han Mingyue that.

Han Mingyue didn’t have any better ideas and scratched his head saying, "You could wear a mask."

"Ah?" Zhen Yu was dumbfounded, "Would the teacher allow that during class?"

Han Mingyue thought about it, "You can say you’ve caught a cold and are afraid of infecting classmates."

Zhen Yu pondered the suggestion in her mind and nodded.

"I don’t have a mask, you have medical ones at your place, right?"

"Yes! I’ll bring one for you this afternoon. Come find me before class to get it."

"Okay! I’ll have to endure it for the morning." Zhen Yu exhaled deeply and hopped off the platform.

Han Mingyue’s hand twitched as if to help, but he clenched his fist to steady himself.

He brought his fist to his mouth and coughed, then changed the subject: "Who are you in the same class with?"

"Haven’t you seen your brother yet?"

"Uh-huh."

"He’s in class two, Fu Yu and I are in class one."

"Got it."

They chatted a bit more, and guessing that the bell for the second period was about to ring, they parted ways to return to their respective classes.

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