Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 106 Subject Selection Problems

The winter break lasted for twenty-three days.

Song Huan felt as if the calendar had flipped from February to March in the blink of an eye.

The night before returning to school, Song Huan stayed up all night studying.

One night, one pen, and a miracle was created.

Song Huan reveals a little trick here: if you have too many workbooks, you can write on one page and tear it out one page at a time.

If you have too many exam papers, you can write one and then discard it.

Anyway, when Wang Qing collects homework, she doesn't flip through each page one by one. She just glances at it and that's enough.

Oh, right, there's also the Chinese homework. Song Huan rummaged through her drawers and took out an essay she wrote in junior high school to hand in. When the Chinese teacher asked, she said she had gone off-topic.

That's how high school teachers are anyway. They collect the winter break homework and pile it up in the corner of the office, then hand it back out untouched during the midterm exams, without even a crease.

On the first day of school, the air in the classroom felt different than usual.

Before the first class, the students, who had been apart for more than 20 days, met again, and Song Huan found that they were still just as funny as ever.

Lu Ciyuan patted Zhao Qihang on the shoulder, "Did you gain weight over winter break? Let me feel it."

Zhao Qihang slapped his hand away and said, "Get lost."

Song Huan was relieved; as long as he didn't secretly study behind her back.

The school bell rang.

Wang Qing walked in, wearing high heels, and slammed her lesson plan on the table, just like she did last semester.

But she didn't open the textbook, nor did she call roll. She just leaned against the podium, crossed her arms, and looked down at the students.

"The first class of this semester won't be about anything new." She glanced at the class. "Let's talk about something else, your main tasks for this semester."

The classroom fell silent.

Everyone slowly raised their heads to look at Wang Qing, and they all knew more or less about what she was talking about.

Wang Qing paused for a moment, "Before the final exams last semester, I told you that you would have to choose your subjects this semester. You can choose between humanities and sciences."

"There's still a whole semester before you have to choose your subjects. I don't expect you to get high scores in every subject, or to excel in every subject. This semester, I only ask one thing of you."

She held up one finger, "Find the subjects you truly want to study and are capable of studying well. Think clearly about what you want to do in the future and what you are capable of doing. Humanities or sciences, it's not about choosing a name, it's about choosing a path."

The classroom became even quieter.

Some people lowered their heads, some stared at the table, and some looked out the window.

Even Zhao Qihang, who rarely cosplayed as The Thinker, stopped biting his nails.

Chen Xu sat in the last row, his tall frame hunched over, his face turned toward the textbook, but the textbook was open to the first page, and he hadn't turned a single page since the start of class.

Wang Qing's voice, neither loud nor soft, circled the classroom, reaching everyone's ears. "I know what you're thinking. You want to choose science because you think it leads to better job prospects and broader career paths. You want to choose humanities because you think it's easier and you don't have to study physics or chemistry. These ideas are not wrong."

She paused, then emphasized, "But let me tell you, choosing a subject isn't about saving face, it's about choosing the right time. What you'll learn every day, what you'll be tested on, what you'll rely on for a living—that's what you choose today. If you don't like it, if you can't learn it, even the best job prospects won't apply to you."

She paused, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip of water, and put it down.

"Some students have average science grades but good humanities grades, but they feel ashamed to choose humanities, as if choosing humanities means they're not smart. Let me tell you, that's not the case. There's no superior or inferior between humanities and science, only whether it's suitable or not. If you can score 650 in humanities but only 550 in science, choosing science isn't about saving face, it's about being stupid."

After he finished speaking, someone in the classroom chuckled softly. The laughter was brief and quickly subsided.

"Of course, some students are equally good at both arts and sciences, so just go with your interests. Choose what you like and don't overthink it. You're only in your first year of high school, and you have a long road ahead of you. Choosing subjects isn't about choosing your entire life; you can always change if you make a mistake. But if you can choose correctly the first time, you won't go down the wrong path."

She picked up her lesson plan. "Alright, that's enough. You can think about it yourselves this semester. Submit your application forms at the end of the semester. Class is now starting."

She opened the textbook and began teaching the first chapter.

The chalk wrote a line of words on the blackboard, and the sound returned to its usual rhythm.

But the oppressive atmosphere in the classroom didn't dissipate; it weighed on everyone's heads like a towel that couldn't be wrung out.

Zhao Qihang patted Song Huan on the shoulder from behind and asked, "Song Huan, what do you choose?"

Song Huan is working on physics problems.

I need to catch up on the practice tests I didn't do during winter break, otherwise I'll be in trouble with next week's quiz.

Without even looking up, he wrote a formula on the paper with his pen, his tone very natural: "Science."

The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet break between classes, it was just enough for the rows in front and behind to hear.

Zhao Qihang's eyes lit up. "I knew it! Science is great, science graduates have broad career paths. We'll be in the same class again, and we'll still be brothers."

He patted Song Huan on the shoulder with considerable force, causing Song Huan's pen to make a mark on the paper.

In the two rows behind, Xiao Yunqing was flipping through a history book.

Song Huan's voice drifted over from the front row; it wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

science……

She didn't look up.

Instead, he quietly closed the history book and placed it on the corner of the table.

Then I took the physics textbook out of the drawer and flipped to the chapter I hadn't finished reading last time.

I watched half of Universal Gravitation last time, but found it too difficult, so I switched to History.

Now she's opened it again.

Zhao Qihang continued speaking from the front, "What can liberal arts students do? You don't know, liberal arts majors can be chosen by science students. But science majors can't be chosen by liberal arts students at all."

He said this in a smug, slightly boastful tone, as if choosing science made him inherently superior to those who studied humanities.

Lu Ciyuan, who was chewing his nails beside him, said, "The way you're talking makes it sound like liberal arts students don't look for jobs."

"That's not what I meant," Zhao Qihang waved his hand. "I just meant that choosing science gives you more options. Right, Song Huan?"

Song Huan ignored him and continued working on her problems.

Feeling awkward, Zhao Qihang turned around and went back to his seat.

They stopped halfway there and said to Lu Ciyuan, "Anyway, I'm going to choose science. Then we'll be in the same class."

Lu Ciyuan removed his finger from his lips. "Who said I was going to choose science?"

Zhao Qihang was taken aback. "If you don't choose science, what will you choose?"

"Liberal Arts," Lu Ciyuan said, his expression serious.

Zhao Qihang's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? Your humanities grades aren't even as good as mine."

Lu Ciyuan ignored him, turned his face to the side, and started biting his nails.

My inner thoughts drifted over, softly, with a touch of embarrassment, yet also with unwavering conviction.

[The science classes are all boys, while the humanities classes have more girls.]

Zhao Qihang didn't hear that sentence. If he had, he probably would have thrown Lu Ciyuan off the third floor.

During PE class, the sun was high overhead, making the playground appear white.

The boys played ball, while the girls sat in groups under the shade of the trees.

It was already getting hot in Wuhan in March. Although it wasn't the sweltering heat of summer, you would still sweat if you stood in the sun for a long time.

Zhao Qihang ran shirtless on the court, his flesh bouncing up and down.

He dribbled the ball across half-court and passed it to Chen Xu. Chen Xu received the ball under the basket, turned around, jumped, and the ball bounced off the backboard and into the hoop.

His movements were clean and efficient, completely different from his usual clumsy way of standing at attention.

"Good shot!" Zhao Qihang shouted and ran back to defend.

Song Huan stood outside the three-point line, received the ball, didn't shoot, dribbled twice, and then passed it out.

He didn't really feel like playing today. He was a little dizzy from the sun, and he also had to do physics problems, so he didn't sleep well last night.

Meanwhile, Wang Qing's words kept replaying in his mind.

Arts and Sciences.

Of course he chose science. He had chosen science in his previous life. Although he didn't do well in it, he still managed to get into a second-tier university and study computer science, which allowed him to make a living.

Having been given a second chance at life, my foundation in science is much stronger than in my previous life. I can score over 80 in physics and chemistry, and over 120 in math.

So choosing science is fine.

But he wasn't thinking about himself; he was thinking about someone else.

He glanced towards the shade of the trees; the girls were sitting on the steps, forming a circle.

Feng Nian sat in the middle, holding a bottle of water, talking to the person next to her.

Xiao Yunqing sat on the far side, a book open on her lap, her head down. The wind blew, blowing her hair onto her face. She reached out and brushed it away, but the wind blew again, and she brushed it away again.

Feng Nian's voice drifted over from the other side, not loud, but very clear, "I haven't decided yet. I'm better at humanities, but science isn't out of the question either."

The girl next to me nodded, "You're so good at humanities, you should definitely choose humanities. You always get 130 in Chinese, and your history and politics are also good. It would be such a waste to choose science."

Feng Nian smiled, but the smile seemed a little forced. "But science majors have a wider range of job opportunities. My parents say it's hard to find a job if you graduate with a humanities degree."

"Your parents have such outdated ideas," another girl said. "These days, you can find good jobs even with a liberal arts degree. Besides, with your excellent grades, if you get into a good university, what major won't lead to a job?"

Feng Nian didn't say anything, but kept her head down and twisted the water bottle cap.

She tried to open it twice but couldn't, so she handed it to the girl next to her, who opened it for her. She took it and took a sip.

The girl sitting next to me spoke up, "I'm definitely choosing humanities. All those formulas in science subjects give me a headache. I've never passed physics or chemistry; choosing science would be suicide!"

"Me too," another girl chimed in. "And the science classes are all boys, they stink. I heard from a senior that there are only eight girls in their class of fifty. The smell in the classroom is ugh."

Several girls laughed, their laughter spreading under the shade of the trees and carried by the wind onto the sports field.

Feng Nian turned to look at Xiao Yunqing, "Class monitor, what do you choose?"

Xiao Yunqing looked up from her book; she had been reading the whole time and hadn't participated in the discussion.

When Feng Nian asked her the question, Xiao Yunqing was taken aback. "I haven't decided yet. We'll talk about it later."

Feng Nian nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

A girl next to me leaned over and said, "Your humanities grades are so good, you should definitely choose humanities. You got over 130 in Chinese and English, and your history and politics are also good. With your core subjects, you're guaranteed a top university. If you choose science, physics and chemistry will drag you down, and you'll only get into a second-tier university at best."

This may sound blunt, but it is indeed the truth.

The gap between arts and sciences is there, it's clear.

As Xiao Yunqing listened, she ran her finger across the page of the book.

The book is a physics textbook, specifically the section on universal gravitation.

She was reading a book, but she didn't actually absorb a single word.

From the moment Song Huan mentioned "science", she couldn't concentrate on it.

"That's true." She smiled, closed her physics book, and placed it on her lap.

The girl continued, "Then let's both choose humanities, and we can be in the same class. Let me tell you, there are more girls in humanities classes, it'll be more fun. Science classes are all boys, it'll be so boring."

Xiao Yunqing hummed in response but did not reply.

She looked up and glanced at the field.

Song Huan stood outside the three-point line, no ball in his hands, hands in his pockets, staring blankly at the basket.

He stood there for a while, then Zhao Qihang called out to him. He ran over to receive the ball, dribbled it a couple of times, and passed it out.

His movements were sluggish, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Xiao Yunqing watched his running figure, her finger circling on the cover of her physics textbook.

I drew a circle, and then drew another circle.

She knew, of course, that she should choose humanities.

Chinese and English are my strengths, and I'm also not bad at history and politics.

Choosing liberal arts will guarantee you a spot at a top-tier university, and with a bit of luck, you might even get a chance at a 211 university.

Choosing science? Physics and chemistry are dragging me down, and my math isn't outstanding either; at best, I'll only get into a second-tier university.

She had calculated this many times, and the result was always the same.

but……

She looked at the person on the court.

He just shot a three-pointer; the ball bounced off the rim and rolled in.

He turned and ran back, glancing this way as he passed the shade of the trees.

I don't know if he was looking at her or someone else; his gaze swept over her, then quickly looked away.

She lowered her head and opened her physics textbook again.

First cosmic velocity, second cosmic velocity...

The words were flashing before her eyes, but she couldn't understand a single one.

She knew that humanities was her strength.

She knew that choosing humanities would get her into a good university.

She knew that choosing science might not even get her into a top-tier university.

She knew all of this.

But... that guy chose science.

I don't even want to sit at the same table as him.

What's more, what about a whole class, an entire subject?