After I Died, I Became Popular Again

Chapter 9

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As we all know, Class 28 is notoriously poor. In class, the students slept, chatted, and played with their mobile phones. They didn't pay attention to the teacher at all.

And in this smoky study environment, only Qi Linqing sat upright the whole time, listening carefully to the lecture, and kept burying his head in taking notes during the whole process.

In fact, he is practicing writing.

Since time travel, Qi Linqing has been silently observing other people's writing postures and methods, trying to learn.

Due to the ups and downs in his previous life in order to make a living, his ability to imitate is quite strong, but he is used to soft brushes and ancient Chinese characters, so it is really difficult for him to suddenly write simplified characters with this kind of hard brush. Distorted singular symbols.

This scene fell in the eyes of the teacher, and he was a little relieved. After all, there was a student listening anyway.

So they frequently named Qi Linqing to answer questions.

But Qi Linqing didn't know what to ask, or he forced out some ridiculous answers similar to the fact that the catheter in chemistry class is used to drink milk tea.

Students: Hahahahahahaha.

Teacher: It's so difficult for me.

Even Zhong Chen was attracted a little bit of attention by this studious new classmate. He turned his head slightly, glanced at the exercise book on Qi Linqing's desk from the corner of his eye, and saw that the so-called notes on it were all strangely shaped graffiti.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Chinese class.

The Chinese teacher also unavoidably named the only student who was listening:

"Student Qi Linqing, can you recite the full text of He Wenhao's "Watching the Moon Ancient Love"? If you can't recite it, you can read it."

The students in Class 18 looked at Qi Linqing after hearing the words, and sat and waited to watch the fun again.

"I want to say that Qi Linqing has almost become my source of happiness." Jiang Bai shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

Luo Xing: "Who isn't?"

Qi Linqing opened the textbook and unexpectedly found that he recognized the poem.

The author once asked him to make a painting related to poetry.

He Wenhao used to be a patron of the Imperial Academy in his previous life. He wrote poems as a hobby and was keen on collecting paintings customized to match his poems.

But He Wenhao's official position is low, and he can barely make ends meet in the capital where prices are soaring on that monthly salary, so he doesn't have much money left to hire a painter.

Later, He Wenhao got acquainted with him by chance, and was attracted by his high-quality and cheap painting prices, and has since become one of his loyal customers.

Thinking of this, Qi Linqing couldn't help but sigh.

Thousands of years have passed, and things have changed.

Qi Linqing nodded, stood up again, and said solemnly: "The morning and evening are like nights, and I want to arouse love and care for myself... When it is sunny, the moon surrounds the dust and smoke, but I see the shadow of the wind... blowing to the south."

As soon as the words fell, the Chinese teacher took the lead in applauding: "Good, good, student Qi's reading is very interesting!"

Qi Linqing sat down and continued to practice calligraphy.

The surrounding students fell into a strange silence.

After a while.

Jiang Bai lowered his voice: "This poem... I remember it in this placement test?"

"Yes yes yes, I remember it too!" Luo Xing echoed.

Another small detail.

The man with glasses on the side said slowly: "Then there is only one truth—"

"Qi Linqing knew the answer but deliberately didn't write it down. He really came for Brother Zhong!"

Everyone subconsciously turned their attention to the two people sitting by the window in the back row.

The windows are slightly open, and the draft slowly blows the gauze curtains.

The blond boy lowered his head to write and draw on the table, while the black-haired boy next to him was looking out the window at the squirrels jumping among the green leaves of the branches.

Why is this scene inexplicably harmonious

Everyone: No, I must be blind.

As soon as the bell rang for the last class in the morning, before the teacher had time to say "classes are over", the collective students of class 18 rushed out. Like a typhoon whizzing past, the class was suddenly empty with few people left.

Qi Linqing was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhong Chen who was still sitting still, a little puzzled: "What are they doing here?"

Zhong Chen: "What else can I do? Eat."

Qi Linqing: "They looked very anxious." It was as if a starved ghost was reincarnated.

Zhong Chen glanced at him, and used a famous sentence he had learned recently: "If you are not active in cooking, you have brain problems."

Qi Linqing was at a loss for words. It turned out that if he didn't hurry to eat in the future, he would be mentally retarded in the eyes of others

He unscrewed the thermos and decided to take a sip of tea to calm his shock.

The tea was already cold, and he wondered where he should pour some hot water later.

"Then why don't you go... uh, cooking?" Qi Linqing asked suddenly.

Zhong Chen said: "Because someone brought me food."

Qi Linqing: "Oh."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Awkward conversation, let it stop here.

Zhong Chen inexplicably felt that the character of the man next to him was actually different from that in the book. I didn't see where it was vicious, but it looked like a dull log.

Du Yuanbai rushed over to class 18 after class, and was going to ask Qi Linqing to cook together.

As a result, as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen sitting side by side in the last row by the window, wearing the same white shirt and school uniform in middle school. That scene, let alone a sweet campus romance drama.

In front of Zhong Chen, Yuan Bai didn't dare to show any signs, but as soon as he left the teaching building and walked on the green path leading to the cafeteria, he was as excited as Xi in the melon field: "I can't tell! You are so scheming!! How does it feel to be at the same table with Brother Zhong?"

Qi Linqing knew that the original owner had written a love letter to Zhong Chen in the article, but it was mistakenly read out by the radio station, so the whole school knew that he liked Zhong Chen.

He couldn't explain the fact that he didn't like her, so he prevaricated a few words: "Mmm, it's okay."

Du Yuanbai: "Don't act, I think you're already happy in your heart?"

Qi Linqing: "Yes."

Du Yuanbai: "Why do you react like this?"

In fact, Qi Linqing didn't listen much, so he responded, "Yeah, yeah."

Du Yuanbai: "..."

Not only did he not feel the slightest joy in the other party's emotions, but he could only perceive the perfunctory of the other party.

The junior high school cafeteria is divided into three floors, the higher you go, the more expensive it is, and the food is quite good.

Du Yuanbai and Qi Linqing came to the third floor and ordered a few small stir-fries.

Du Yuanbai had snacks in the morning and had no appetite, so he casually moved a few chopsticks and stopped eating.

But Qi Linqing ate the last soybean left on the plate, and asked Du Yuanbai:

"I see that there is untouched meat in your bowl, can I eat it?"

Qi Linqing lived in poverty in his previous life, coupled with the lack of ancient materials, he rarely tasted these delicacies.

Du Yuanbai: "... you can eat."

How could this be so

Maybe the other party has seen through the vanity that was briefly fascinated by the colorful world, and returned to simplicity again.

To be honest, Du Yuanbai still prefers the current Qi Linqing.

He looked back and saw the sticker on the wall of the cafeteria: who knows that the food on the plate is hard work.

Hey, I heard that Qi Linqing was still farming in the countryside, maybe it's because of empathy.

Du Yuanbai couldn't help feeling ashamed. Well, don't waste it next time.

Afternoon is physical education.

The junior high school takes the international route, and there are more than a dozen kinds of sports in the physical education class for class selection.

When everyone in class 18 came to the playground, the physical education teacher was reading the list of students who signed up for the project:

"Jiang Bai, basketball. Pang Zinan, basketball. Luo Xing, basketball. Lu Tutu, volleyball..."

Jiang Bai, Luo Xing, Pang Zinan and others are Zhong Chen's followers in the class. Zhong Chen's basketball skills are top-notch, and they all believed that Brother Zhong would definitely sign up for basketball, so they followed closely.

But I never expected that what the physical education teacher reported was: "Zhong Chen, archery."

Jiang Bai and the others went mad for a while: Ahhh!

Before they recovered from the depression of being abandoned by their elder brother, they heard the physical education teacher continue to say: "Qi Linqing, Taijiquan."

Everyone: "..."

I've never been so speechless in my life.

"Our school still has Taijiquan, a senior sports event?" Jiang Bai wondered.

The physical education teacher closed the list and said, "There is no school that can't do it, only you can't think of it."

The weather is hot today, and the students all went to the locker room to change into sports short sleeves.

Qi Linqing was still not used to this kind of clothes showing his arms, so he insisted on wearing long sleeves.

When he came to the class venue, he found that besides himself, there were only a few students who signed up for Tai Chi.

And they were not voluntary, they were transferred from other classes when the number of applicants was full.

"Why is Qi Linqing here too?"

"He actually signed up for Tai Chi..."

The few girls who were transferred huddled together and began to whisper.

Qi Lele, as a junior high school student and a starlet, looks like a doll, delicate, soft and extravagant, and is very popular among girls. And his brother Qi Linqing, who is not related by blood, has become a negative teaching material and has been contradicted by everyone.

At this moment, Qi Linqing was standing under the tree, his body was straighter than the tree trunk, his black eyes were like grapes just taken out of the refrigerator, with cold water vapor.

Even the button of the long-sleeved school uniform was rigorously buttoned to the top one, which inexplicably exuded an air of refinement and abstinence.

"I feel that real Qi Linqing is much prettier than in "Metamorphosis." The curly-haired girl said weakly.

Girl B: "Actually, I also..."

Girl C: "Me too..."

Girl D took out her mobile phone and secretly took a photo of Qi Linqing.

There is no eternal enemy, only eternal Yangou.