"Tell me, why are you fighting this time?"
When Jing Ci came back to his senses, he heard a strange male voice.
He opened his eyes, and was facing a pair of big brass bell eyes that glared angrily.
The ferocious-looking middle-aged man slapped his desk on the ground and yelled angrily: "I just promised me the day before yesterday that I would not skip class or fight, and study hard. What happened? In a blink of an eye, I went back to my old ways! Do you think the teacher Can't cure you? Huh?"
"What are you looking at me for? I'll tell you Jing Ci, you don't want to fool me this time!"
Jing Ci looked at him blankly, his mind went blank.
How is this going
He only remembered that after the results of the college entrance examination came out, he missed the top prize in the provincial science department by one point. Depressed and unwilling, he shut himself up at home and drank a few sips of wine, then woke up, and it was now.
"I..." He subconsciously followed the man down, "I didn't hit..."
"Didn't hit?!" The other party became even angrier when he heard his words, and his voice was so loud that it almost broke Jing Ci's eardrums: "How dare you say you didn't hit?! Everyone fainted, what did you do? Is it touching? Come here, come here, I will touch you to death today!"
As he spoke, he tapped Jing Ci on the back.
Jing Ci gasped in pain, saw that he was raising his hand, and was about to hit him down, so he quickly raised his hand to block it: "Uncle, wait—"
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong.
Jing Ci's writing posture was not standard since he was a child. The teacher who taught him corrected him countless times, but he just couldn't change it. So much so that on the middle finger of his right hand, a small callus grew slightly bulging.
But the fingers of the hands in front of him are white and flawless, without any trace of excessive writing on them.
It's not his hand.
Jing Ci's brain buzzed, and his heart beat like a drum in an instant.
He took a deep breath, calmed down for a few seconds, lowered his head and looked up slowly.
What he was wearing was not the white T he was familiar with, but a blue and white school uniform, with a strange pattern printed on the lower left side of the chest, surrounded by a few small words: Donghai Provincial Experimental High School.
Jing Ci staggered, and hit the edge of the desk hard with his back.
It's not his body, and it's not his school.
He... crossed over.
"What did you call me? Uncle?" The man pointed at Jing Ci in disbelief, breathing heavily with anger: "I just said a few words to you, don't you even want to call me a teacher now?!"
"Calm down, Mr. Liu, calm down." A chunky teacher wearing glasses came over, and desperately grabbed the furious Mr. Liu: "Jing Ci was stunned by you, there is no other meaning."
Turning around, she winked at Jing Ci: "Hurry up, and apologize to your homeroom teacher."
At this moment, Jing Ci's heart had already set off a huge wave, his face turned pale, and he tried to calm himself down.
"Sorry, teacher, I was wrong."
Teacher Liu snorted, waved the chunky teacher's hand away, walked up to Jing Ci, and said bitterly: "Your parents don't know how much effort they took to send you to our province for experimentation, just to let you You have a good learning environment. You are good! Learn to fight, learn to skip class, just don't study! Are you worthy of them?"
"I don't understand. You and Qiao Anyan are in Class 7 and Class 11, and the classrooms are not on the same floor. How can he provoke you?"
"Joe Anyan?"
Qiao Anyan, Donghai Provincial Experimental High School, Jing Ci...
Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly. Isn't this the content of a rebirth campus article he had read before
The protagonist, Qiao Anyan, died of poverty in his previous life. By chance, he returned to his sophomore year of high school, and since then started the road of slapping faces from a scumbag to a bully.
This book is advertised as sweet and refreshing, but the author only writes that the protagonist is counterattacked to the first place in the grade, and the relationship between Gong and Shou has not even had time to develop.
Jing Ci was still cursing a few words in his heart at the time when he couldn't hang the readers up or down.
Unexpectedly, there is a shriveled calf in the dark, and I actually penetrated into this book.
In the novel, the original body is just a low-level cannon fodder who doesn't have much role in the scene. Because of his crazy obsession with the protagonist Gong Yingjiao, he did many mindless things, and even claimed to be Yingjiao's ex-boyfriend. In the end, he was beaten in the face by the protagonist and dropped out of school, and died in a gang fight.
The reason for the fight this time was that Yuanshen heard that Qiao Anyan liked to win pride, so he angrily went over to find trouble with him, and the two started fighting after arguing.
Jing Ci carefully recalled the plot in the novel, and sadly found that it was this incident that led to Qiao Anyan's rebirth.
At this point in time, it happens to be the beginning of the novel.
"Qiao Anyan? What's your tone?" Teacher Liu was furious: "The fight is over, don't tell me you still don't know his name! Are you a bomb? You still engage in indiscriminate attacks!"
Jing Ci took a deep breath, clenched his trembling hands tightly, and looked at Teacher Liu: "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I promise I will study hard in the future and never fight again."
He is not interested in Yingjiao, nor does he intend to continue to be cannon fodder for the protagonist.
Is math not fun, or workbooks are not easy to do, why are you in a relationship
He just wants to avoid the plot and live his own life, maybe one day he will wear it back again.
Teacher Liu softened his tone a lot when he heard him subdued, but still had a sullen face: "Speaking is better than singing, but you will do what you say!"
He took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed Jing Ci's ear, and put a strand of yellow hair in front of his eyes: "Let's not talk about anything else, just your hair, how many times have I told you to let you cut it? You Did you hear that? Huh?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and was immediately startled by the yellow color of shit. He immediately said sincerely: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm going to dye my hair back."
His attitude of admitting his mistakes was so good that it made Mr. Liu feel very unreal.
He looked up and down Jing Ci suspiciously, squinting his eyes: "Did you say that on purpose because you wanted to escape this punishment?"
Jing Ci hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I was wrong this time, teacher, you can punish me as you like. I just want to reform my past and show my attitude in front of you."
"Hey," Mr. Liu was happy, and the yellow hair on Jingci's hair was also pleasing to the eye: "I have taught you for more than a year, and this is the first time I have seen you admit your mistakes so sincerely."
He has been teaching Jing Ci since the first year of high school. In the second semester of high school, he was divided into arts and sciences. Jing Ci chose science and was in his class.
This kid doesn't know what's going on, he's rebellious and paranoid. The more he is not allowed to do something, the more he will do it.
For more than a year, Mr. Liu has worked hard for Jing Ci and scolded him countless times, but he just didn't pull him on the right path.
Unexpectedly, just when he was about to give up, Jing Ci suddenly opened up.
"Are you serious about what you told the teacher just now?"
Jing Ci nodded, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I have caused trouble for the teacher, and I promise I will never do stupid things again."
Mr. Liu has a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, and since Jing Ci was brought up by him when he entered high school, his heart softened instantly: "Since you have said so, the teacher will trust you once, and I will not ask the reason for the fight. As long as you don't If you do it again, the story will be over."
"However," Teacher Liu said solemnly, "This is the last time, and next time, the teacher will not help you."
As he said that, he glanced at Jing Ci's yellow hair, and tentatively said: "In this way, you don't have to attend the afternoon class, and the teacher will give you a vacation to fix your hair, what do you think? ?”
Jing Ci immediately agreed.
Teacher Liu sighed in relief: "Go, remember to come back for evening self-study."
Jing Ci said hello, walked out of the office, and closed the door intimately.
It was time for class, and the teacher's voice could be heard from time to time in the corridor. Jing Ci stood quietly and listened for a while, then turned and went downstairs.
He didn't have the memory of the original body, so he took a detour before he found the toilet.
Provincial Experiment is the best high school in the province, with a long history and a sense of the times in the toilets.
The dark pits are separated by short concrete layers, and a row of simple faucets are installed outside.
Jing Ci washed his face, supported the sink with his hands, and let the water drip down his cheeks drop by drop.
The wind blew past, bringing a burst of coolness, which made his dazed head clear up a lot.
He didn't know why he would time travel, and he didn't know where the original soul in this body went, but since it came, he just let it take its course.
Don't play dead, don't get close to the characters in the plot, and live in a down-to-earth manner according to your own way.
Having figured it out, Jing Ji let out a sigh of relief, feeling a lot more relaxed.
It was only this relaxation that made him feel a little pain in his body.
I touched down through the clothes, and there was another burst of pain where the palm passed.
There are injuries on this body.
Jing Ci unzipped the school uniform and lifted the short white T inside.
On the young man's thin body, there were several blue-red bruises of different sizes, which looked very frightening because his skin was too white.
It seems that the original body didn't take advantage of the fight with the protagonist this time.
Jing Ci put his palm on it and pressed it. Fortunately, the injury just looks scary, and it's not too serious. It will be fine after a while until the bruise dissipates on its own.
I'm afraid that there are injuries elsewhere on my body, and it just so happens that there is no one in the toilet at the moment. Jing Ci found a corner, took off his large school uniform jacket halfway, hung it loosely on his arms, held the hem of the white T with his mouth, clasped his waist with one hand, and looked back hard with his head down.
Just when his neck was about to break, a sound of footsteps came from outside.
Jing Ci looked over subconsciously.
The handsome boy wearing the same school uniform as him was walking lazily this way.
His black hair was disheveled, his forehead and temples were slightly damp, and as he walked, beads of sweat rolled along the outline to the neat jaw line, and finally passed through the raised Adam's apple and sank into the collar.
There was an unlit cigarette dangling from his light-colored thin lips, his long and narrow eyes drooped slightly, his gaze was focused on the cigarette, he lifted the lighter with his right hand, and was about to ignite it, suddenly, as if feeling something, he slammed in the direction of Jing Ci Look over here.
The toilet was damp and dark, and the light was very poor. The boy squinted his eyes before he could see Jing Ci's appearance clearly.
"Jing Ci?"
Jing Ci was taken aback, who did he know
He nodded calmly.
Seeing this, the boy sneered and laughed. Reaching out to take down the cigarette, he walked up to Jing Ci step by step.
He was half a head taller than Jing Ci, and he almost covered Jing Ci completely under his shadow. When those long and narrow black eyes stared at people, they gave people a sense of oppression for no reason, and Jing Ci unconsciously took half a step back.
"Blocking me again?" The boy asked with a casual smile on his face, raising his eyebrows.
Looking Jing Ci up and down, his eyes fell on the clothes he lifted up and the hands on his waist, and he blew a hooligan whistle frivolously: "Wow, I read wrong, are you... touching yourself?"
"Amazing, little classmate." The boy lazily clapped his hands: "We have developed a new use for the men's toilet."
The author has something to say: Dig a pit quietly, not too long, a little sweet article from spring.