"Speak for you, speak for you, wake up, wake up, it's already class, the teachers are here... ”

Hearing someone shouting his name, the consciousness of the spokesperson suddenly became clear, the sun shone on his body, and he felt warm on his body. Slowly open your eyes

Well?

How do I sleep on my stomach?

Where am I?

This voice is a little unfamiliar, who is calling me?

Dai Xiyan felt that his body was a little stiff, his whole body was numb, he moved his fingers first, and then slowly raised his head, and his eyes were sunny, and the air was filled with a little dust!

In front of me is a classroom that is both strange and very familiar to Dai Xiyan, yes, this is a junior high school classroom, at that time, junior high school was still a wooden desk, and the desks were all traces left by the graffiti of a class of students.

There was a middle-aged male teacher standing on the podium, and Dai Xiyan couldn't remember which teacher he had taught him, and after graduating from junior high school, he went back to see the teacher in the first and second years of high school, and he hasn't been there since.

Am I dreaming? But is this dream too real!

I turned my head and saw a boy next to me who was writing hard, it was my best tablemate in junior high school - Wang Lin, and now I can still see the shadow of a few years later on my immature face.

Dai Xiyan took a deep breath, even the air was with the unique smell of ink in the classroom, Dai Xiyan sighed, this environment is really intoxicating.

Then I should have been rescued, otherwise how could I still dream now.

No matter how good the dream is, it's time to wake up, so Dai Xiyan pinched the meat hard, and also took a little spin.

"Ao, it hurts, it hurts, let it go... Wang Lin shouted.

A loud shout interrupted the teacher who was talking from the podium, and the classroom fell silent for a moment.

The middle-aged teacher put down the textbook, slapped the podium heavily, and asked, "Wang Lin, what's the matter with yelling during class time?"

Wang Lin was a little aggrieved, and explained weakly: "Teacher Hua, it's a substitute, he pinched me, Si~." ”

"Dai Xiyan, you don't go to class well, what are you doing pinching Wang Lin?" Teacher Hua glared at Dai Xiyan again.

Dai Xiyan then remembered that this teacher Hua was teaching mathematics, and he was very strict and never joked with students.

"Oh, that, Teacher Hua, it was Wang Lin who said that he wanted to doze off in class, let me pinch him to be sober. ”

"Teacher Hua, I didn't, yes... ”

Before Wang Lin finished speaking, Teacher Hua interrupted him, "Okay, continue the class, don't make small movements below." With that, he turned around and began to write his board book.

Wang Lin glanced at Dai Xiyan hatefully, and drew a 38th line, which means that the territory is divided.

Dai Xiyan felt funny, although the dream was good, he always had to wake up, closed his eyes and pinched his thigh hard, grinning in pain, but when he opened his eyes, he was still sitting in the classroom.

Dai Xiyan thought that he was not pinching hard enough, so he whispered to his tablemate: "Wang Lin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now, so I'll let you pinch it, and we'll even if we tie it out." ”

Wang Lin looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Are you serious?"

"yes, what are you lying to, come on. After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves.

It was when the hatred was strong, Wang Lin had no intention of keeping his hand, and gritted his teeth and pinched it fiercely.

Rao is words are ready to strike a fatal blow, but he still can't help but let out a sound: "O... Again, it resounded throughout the classroom, and it felt like even the teacher who was talking in the next classroom was quiet.

Teacher Hua, who was standing on the podium, turned around and slapped the textbook heavily on the podium.

"Dai Xiyan, Wang Lin, what's the matter with the two of you, this is in class, you two, stand behind with a book and listen. ”

Wang Lin really hated the endorsement to death, and the two walked to the blackboard at the back of the classroom one after the other, and Wang Lin stood far away from the endorsement.

It's still a little hard to accept the current situation, is he really back to ten years ago? Still a little unbelievable, all kinds of slapping himself, pinching himself, tossing for a while, I still feel real pain.

After tossing for a while, I finally had to admit that I really went back to ten years ago, when I was in the second year of junior high school。。。。。

Wang Lin saw Dai Xiyan punishing himself with such "self-blame", and slowly moved to his side, saying:

"Dai Yan, it's okay, just punish yourself a little, I've forgiven you!"

"What time is it today?" Dai Xiyan asked suddenly.

"Ah, Ao, it's January 11th today, what's wrong?" Wang Linleng paused for a moment, and before he could react, why did he suddenly ask this.

"Is this year '08?"

Wang Lin looked at Dai Yan like a fool: "Do you have a fever and amnesia, do you want to send you to the hospital?" ”

Dai Xiyan was ready to confirm the specific time in person later, which would be more convincing to himself, and he didn't care about Wang Lin looking at himself like a monster.

During the whole class, Dai Xiyan stood there, in a state of suffering from gains and losses, one was afraid that this dream would be too real, what if he woke up at that time, and the other was to think about what if God really gave him a healthy and new self, so that he could start again, and he was in extreme excitement.

To be honest, if he could do it all over again, he would never want to be so ordinary in this life! At least he would have to live a colorful and happy life.

Ding Lingling。。。。。

The bell for the end of class finally rang, and before Teacher Hua shouted for the end of class, the substitute said to Wang Lin that I had a stomachache, and then ran out like crazy. You must know that the teacher didn't call out after class to go out, and the students didn't respect the teacher much faster than the teacher out of the classroom.

So, Teacher Hua frowned and looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was quite righteous, and he didn't forget to shout to Teacher Hua: "He went to the toilet with a stomachache." ”

But when he looked out of the window that Dai Xiyan had already run from the second floor to the open space in front of the teaching building, Wang Lin wanted to cry without tears, and scolded angrily in his heart: "Traitor, betray me so quickly." ”

When I ran to the school gate in one breath, my heart was still beating violently when I saw the screen on the retractable door at the school gate beating "Friday, January 11, 2008 13:41".

Dai Xiyan is really excited to cry, maybe no one can understand his current mood, he can see that his parents are still very healthy and young, and he can also have a new future.

It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive again!

Dai Xiyan returned to the classroom, Wang Lin just wanted to open his mouth to scold Dai Xiyan for being a traitor, but when he saw that his eyes were red, he forcibly held back the swear words that came to his mouth.

In the next two classes, Dai Xiyan didn't have the heart to listen to the lecture at all, and he didn't fully adapt to his current body all of a sudden.

Dai Xiyan was not tall in the first place, and he sat in the first row in the second year of junior high school, looking at his weak body now, and learning the lessons of his previous life, Dai Xiyan decided to start paying attention to his body from tomorrow, to be tall and strong.

Since today is Friday, the school will leave school one class early, and finally stay up until the end of school, Dai Xiyan packed up his things and found his junior high school car with his memory, and rode his bicycle home.

When I got home and entered the house, I looked at the decoration in front of me with a sense of age, and I felt very kind, looking at it very carefully from place to place, and I wanted to imprint all this deeply into my mind.

Mom and Dad haven't come home from work yet, so I'd better digest it first, so as not to be too abnormal and arouse their suspicions.