The morning wind is a little cool, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Ning Zhen tightened the strap of her schoolbag, staring at the gate of No. 3 Middle School in City A in a daze. The red electronic subtitles on the right side of the door flashed past—Wednesday, June 23, 201x, 07:21, good morning, students.
The situation is exactly the same, it is really... the third middle school three years ago. Even though it has been a week since she was reborn, Ning Zhen still feels that everything around her is ridiculous.
She hid on the left side of the gate, and the school gate became lively one after another, and students walked into the campus in groups of threes and twos, chatting and laughing. At this point in time, day students should come to school.
Ning Zhen stood concealed, but the sharp-eyed student couldn't help but glance at her several times.
The students are all wearing summer school uniforms, the same style for men and women, V-neck blue tops, black trousers, wide and big. Ning Zhen looked out of place. She was carrying a schoolbag and tied a ponytail. She was wearing a white cotton skirt and a pair of white sneakers, revealing her slender and fair calves.
Ning Zhen also wore a light blue mask on her face, covering most of her face, with bangs hanging down her forehead, only her eyes were exposed.
Many people looked at her, Ning Zhen felt uncomfortable, and looked down at her white sneakers.
His eyes were suddenly covered by someone, and the person behind him deliberately murmured: "Guess who I am?"
Ning Zhen held her wrist, and said softly, "Tong Jia, stop making trouble, you're going to be late." Tong Jia let go of her hand with a smile, walked around to Ning Zhen, saw the mask on her face, He took a deep breath: "Zhenzhen, what's wrong with you? Have you caught a cold?"
Ning Zhen hummed, "Let's go in." It was her first day of school, so it's not good to be late.
Tong Jia was a little worried about her: "Is the cold serious? Your voice is also a little hoarse. How could Uncle Ning agree with you to come to school? Hehe, anyway, you are so good, it doesn't matter if you come a few days later."
Ning Zhen is not good at lying, so she vaguely brought up this topic. On the way to the teaching building, Tong Jia couldn't help being excited, talking all the way: "It's great that you can come to No. 3 Middle School. The school you used to have was too strict, and the evening self-study was until 10:40. It's not for people!"
"Third Middle School is not as good as No. 1 Middle School in terms of grades, but you are free! Zhenzhen, you are in Class Seven. Let me tell you, there are a few boys in your class who are super handsome. Hahaha, they are the face value of our grade. That is I heard that several of them are very messy, smoking, fighting puppy love, doing everything, and the dean is so angry that he doesn't care about them."
"Hey, Zhenzhen." Tong Jia suddenly leaned into her ear, "Can you secretly take a few photos of those boys and send them to me? If you can't take photos of everyone, you can take photos of Lu Zhi It’s good. Last time I saw a profile photo of Lu Zhi on Dong Xuewei’s mobile phone, I’m so handsome!”
Ning Zhen's knuckles were pale, and when she heard the name "Lu Zhi", her breathing became stagnant. She shook her head: "I don't bring my mobile phone to school." So I couldn't take pictures.
Tong Jia sighed regretfully: "Oh, I forgot, you are strictly controlled and you are not allowed to bring mobile phones."
The two little girls were talking, and the teaching building arrived. Ning Zhen's classroom was on the second floor, and Tong Jia was on the far right of the third floor. She waved at Ning Zhen: "I came to see you after class."
Tong Jia was like a little rabbit, bouncing up the stairs, and soon disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
Ning Zhen went to the teacher's office first, there were only two teachers in the office, one was preparing lessons, and the other got up to fetch water. Ning Zhen called out to report, and the female teacher who was preparing for the lesson raised her eyes to look at her: "Ning Zhen?"
"It's me, Mr. Song." She was a little cautious. After all, she hadn't seen this teacher in three years. Song Baoyun was very kind to her back then, but unfortunately she let Teacher Song down and never contacted her again.
Song Baoyun smiled gently, and glanced at the mask on her face: "Xu Qian told me that you are coming today, are you in good health?"
Xu Qian is the grade director of No. 3 Middle School and Senior No. 3, and also Ning Zhen's stepmother. Song Baoyun knew that this relationship was awkward, so she only mentioned it lightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Song, for your concern. I'm fine now. I just have a... cold." Under the mask, her face was blushing because she was lying.
Ning Zhen looked delicate and weak, her voice was also hoarse, Song Baoyun had no doubts, the child had a car accident before, it was said that it was quite serious, it was already very good to be able to come to school so soon. She told Ning Zhen: "After class, you go to the logistics office to get a school uniform. The size may be a bit too big. If it really doesn't fit, take it back and change it."
Song Baoyun was busy preparing lessons and asked Ning Zhen to sit on the chair next to her for a while.
The class bell rang at eight o'clock sharp, and Ning Zhen followed Song Baoyun to the classroom. Song Baoyun stood on the podium and cleared her throat: "Students, be quiet. A new classmate came to class today. Let her introduce herself first. Welcome."
There was sparse applause, and countless curious eyes fell on Ning Zhen.
"My name is Ning Zhen, I would rather 'Ning' than Ye Zhenzhen's 'Zhen'", I am very happy to learn with you. With a hoarse voice, Ning Zhen made a short and standard self-introduction, restraining her eyes from looking at the first row.
There was another burst of sparse applause.
The old fans in the classroom creaked, and the girl stood on the podium in a white skirt, her eyelashes trembling uneasily.
In the middle of the first row, a boy was sleeping on the table. Two rounds of applause failed to make him look up.
Ning Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, there was something different at last. After she finished introducing herself in her previous life, the boy raised his head from his arms, looked her up and down with his narrow and clear eyes, and lazily clapped his hands.
Someone whispered underneath: "She is wearing a mask, I don't know if she looks good or not."
"Why do you wear a mask when you look good? You've already shown your face, aren't you stupid?"
"But her legs are so thin and white, she should look good."
Song Baoyun told everyone to be quiet, and glanced around the classroom, finally falling on the sleeping boy. He patted the desk vigorously: "Lu Zhi, how long have you been in class, haven't you heard?"
In the last row of the classroom, Chen Dongshu poked Lin Zichuan: "Brother Zhi played all night again?"
Lin Zichuan smiled gloatingly: "Ang."
"Brother Zhi 666."
The lecture table was slammed, and the person lying on the table moved, and finally reacted, opened his eyes and stood up straight.
All eyes were on him.
Lu Zhi frowned and looked at the homeroom teacher, then his eyes fell on the new students.
With just one glance, he moved his eyes away in dismay. Ning Zhen's eyes lit up. Does this life prove that he is not interested in her
There is only one vacant seat in the classroom, in the second-to-last row near the wall, where Ning Zhen sat in the previous life, surrounded by a pile of scumbags, often "smoky" and littered with cigarette butts. Fortunately, the location was changed within a week.
She quietly waited for Song Baoyun to ask her to sit down.
Song Baoyun turned a corner when she spoke, and looked at the sleepy Lu Zhi.
"Lu Zhi, sit in the back and don't sleep anymore. Ning Zhen, sit in his place."
Sometimes the butterfly effect is so wonderful, if a small detail is changed, the future will not follow the established track.
Lu Zhi raised his eyebrows, but before he could move, a curly-haired girl at the same table changed his face.
Ning Zhen was also a little taken aback, staring blankly. She didn't think of taking his position, she wished she didn't get any contamination from him.
Fortunately, Lu Zhi didn't like the 'special throne' in the first row either, and he couldn't sleep well when the teacher whispered in his ear. Spit spit splashed on his arms from time to time, and he was slammed out of the door several times in disgust.
Lu Zhi took out the PSP game console in the table, got up, walked back slowly without looking at the new classmate who 'robbed' his seat.
He was wearing a white shirt with three buttons undone at the neckline, revealing his sexy collarbone. The young man with handsome eyebrows and lazy demeanor has attracted a lot of eyes, but he doesn't know it.
Walking to the last row of the classroom, a group of friends started booing.
"Welcome Brother Zhi to return to the organization."
"Brother Zhi is not easy, he is finally out of the sea of suffering, come to the arms of the brothers, and take you to fly together."
Accompanied by a few whistles.
Lu Zhi lowered his eyebrows and said a word: "Get lost."
To Lin Zichuan again: "Sit in."
Lin Zichuan got up and moved his seat, letting him sit outside. The two tyrants of class seven met smoothly.
Ning Zhen had already sat down on Lu Zhi's original seat, and his body temperature still lingered on the stool, coming up from his buttocks, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, now let's start the lecture. Turn to page 98 of the textbook, and then give the exercise of Example 2..."
Song Baoyun started to give a lecture, and Ning Zhen quickly took out the math textbook and water-based pen from her schoolbag.
When the schoolbag was stuffed into the desk, she encountered an obstacle. She looked down and saw that Lu Zhi's books were still inside. There were a dozen or so new books that seemed to have never been touched.
There was also a pack of cigarettes and a lighter inside. A few pink envelopes were scattered around, probably the love letters that Lu Zhi hadn't had time to throw away.
Ning Zhen paused, put her schoolbag on her lap, and began to listen carefully to the class.
Lin Zichuan pushed the shoulders of the people around him: "Ji Fei's birthday is Friday, do you want to go?"
Lu Zhi played the game all night, his head was swollen and hurt, and his head was buried in the crook of his arms: "I won't go."
Lin Zichuan was a little embarrassed, he agreed to Ji Fei, and called Lu Zhi over on Friday night. Lu Zhi's indifferent appearance showed that he was not interested at all.
Alas, irritability.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the classroom suddenly became lively. Lu Zhi fell into a light sleep, and did not fall asleep at all.
He bent his index finger and rubbed his temple with his knuckles. Subconsciously, he groped into the desk, but found no cigarette.
Only then did he remember that he had switched places with a girl, and he took nothing except the phone in his pocket and the PSP on the table.
Lu Zhi raised his head, his pure black eyes, deep and bright, fell on the thin girl in the first row.