Luo Xiang is actually a person who is quite afraid of trouble.

I hate that others cause trouble to me, and I also worry that I will make others feel troublesome. Therefore, no matter what he does, he will be thoughtful and try to avoid troublesome situations.

That's it from a young age. Because poor grades will make his parents nag and chatter, which is really troublesome, so he studies as hard as possible; because there are delicious and fun things that they will cry and make a fuss if they don't give them to his sister, which is really troublesome, so he must be generous; because just burying his head in studying and not talking to his classmates will get the teacher "a little withdrawn and unsociable" in the final assessment It's really troublesome to accept the preaching of your parents, so even if you are reluctant, you have to occasionally laugh and play with your classmates, say a few outdated cold jokes, and show a silly but very kind honor student.

It's a lot of trouble.

Even when you decide to cut yourself off, after careful consideration, you think that this kind of life has lost its value for yourself and for others. Although dealing with the afterlife is also a trouble, at least it is only a short-term trouble, and if you continue to survive, one more day of life will create one more day of trouble.

Not to mention anything else, at least if he dies, his parents' annual living expenses of tens of thousands of yuan will be saved.

It was under the influence of this thinking circuit that he planned the route of death in advance. Because dying at home will cause the house to become obscure, try to go as far as possible. And if no one knows about it after death, it will cause some unnecessary trouble, so I set up a regular email in the mailbox in advance, which details the place of death I chose and how to deal with the aftermath, and will send it to my two sisters the day after my death.

Whether it is hanging, taking poison, you need to prepare additional tools, which is really troublesome. Therefore, he chose the most economical and practical way to commit suicide, that is, cutting his wrists, which can be done with only a paper cutter.

I never expected that I was ready to go so far, and I would actually meet a nosy spell master after I died, and I dragged back my self who was about to be reincarnated!

Of course, he can't be blamed for this, who would a normal person think of this stubble? What kind of spirit spell and what ghouls, it sounds mysterious and mysterious, if he hadn't personally determined the changes in his body, Luo Xiang would have kicked Fang Xiaoling out of the door a long time ago. Even now, he still has the illusion of falling into a dream.

What will the other people in this world who fail to commit suicide do in the future? Will they realize the beauty of life and give up and seek death, or will they be more determined to die? Luo Xiang didn't know. After discovering the fact that he couldn't die in a short time, he was left with only one thought-

Let's go to school. Otherwise, the old witch homeroom teacher found out that he dared to skip class, and then he would definitely be jumping again, which would cause a lot of trouble.

As for what would happen if Fang Xiaoling, a girl, was left at home alone, Luo Xiang didn't bother to care. Anyway, all the valuable things in this house have been moved away when the two divorced, and the remaining tables, chairs and benches, even if they are packaged and sold together, are not worth hundreds of dollars.

In fact, in all fairness, Luo Xiang's results are good. He has never fallen out of the top ten in a class of more than 60 people, although Qingbei has no hope, but the key points in 985 and 211 can still fight. What is the class teacher's dissatisfaction with such results? Luo Xiang is unlucky because he is unlucky in his partial subject. For the same 150-point paper, he will deduct a maximum of 10 points in mathematics, but his English always hovers between 80 and 90 points.

Yes, his homeroom teacher is also his English teacher.

The teacher's biggest feature is that she prepares a stack of A4 printer paper under the lectern, not for playing grass, but when the students make mistakes, she writes on the paper, and then stuffs them into a wooden sign like a picture frame and hangs it around the students' necks. For example, Luo Xiang failed the quiz some time ago, so yesterday he was punished for standing on the edge of the playground, and the words on the wooden sign were "I am a waste who can't learn English well".

It stands to reason that such an act can be regarded as "corporal punishment in disguise", but so far the school has turned a blind eye. This may be due to the fact that the balding head teacher who wears myopic glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle is none other than her dear husband.

For example, today-

"You still have the face, see for yourself what time it is!eleven o'clock!" the head teacher roared, pointing to the wall watch at the back of the classroom, "I thought you were dead!"

Then your hunch is really accurate. I did die once, but I was dragged back again.

Luo Xiang stood at the door of the classroom with an indifferent face, and quietly took a slight step back, so as not to enter the attack range of her spitting stars.

Sure enough, she pulled out a piece of paper from under the table, wrote a line of words on it, and continued to curse in her mouth:

"A child without a father or mother is uneducated! If you don't fight for yourself, you will definitely be a wreck if you have a child in the future! It's better to die as soon as possible!"

That's a bit heavy. The whole class was silent, and they didn't even dare to come out, and they looked at Luo Xiang at the door, wanting to wait to see how he would react.

But the result was a disappointment for them. Luo Xiang just calmly took the wooden card, hung his neck obediently, and then honestly walked out of the door and stood in the corridor under the instructions of the head teacher.

It's better to ignore arguments because they can be troublesome. There's nothing wrong with what she said anyway.

For some reason, Luo Xiang after returning to his soul seemed to be more afraid of trouble than before. If possible, he wanted to stay somewhere, neither talking nor doing anything, just quietly still. Staying in the hallway is actually no different from staying in the classroom, it's just that you just stand and sit, one is cold and the other is warm. Ke Luoxiang is now a corpse, and physical strength is just a meaningless concept for him, even if he stands for a day, he will not feel tired. The temperature is the same, there are so many radiators at home, he still feels cold to the bone, and now he is used to it.

Soon it was time for school to end at noon, and the students left the classroom one by one. Luo Xiang was stunned at the door, and everyone couldn't help but look at him twice when they passed by. Two male classmates who usually communicate a lot patted him on the shoulder and walked away with a grin, and the little witch Lu Weiwei stopped in front of him and read the words on the sign-

"I'm a late--phew! I'm not! you're a dog!"

She's always been so noisy.

Luo Xiang ignored her. Instead, she tilted her head and continued: "The old witch scolded really hard this time, and when you walked over to get the sign, I thought you were going to fight her! What are you afraid of?

Lu Weiwei's English is also not good, and she is also often criticized by the head teacher, but she has never been hung up.

"Hey, why don't you ignore me? Huh, angry?" Lu Weiwei kicked him lightly, "I'm talking to you!

Luo Xiang pursed his lips. He really didn't want to deal with this little witch at all, but he knew that if he didn't respond, Lu Weiwei would definitely continue to entangle. So he reluctantly opened his mouth-

"Squeak. ”

Lu Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then crossed her waist and narrowed her eyes:

"You're a person, you really don't mean anything at all! Even the joke is so old, no wonder Yu Haiyao doesn't like you! Hmph!

She turned around and walked away briskly, but left behind a name that Luo Xiang couldn't help but think about.

Yu Haiyao?

It's a familiar name. Can...... Who's here?

While he was thinking about this with his already cold brain, the front door of the classroom was opened again, and a girl with a single ponytail walked out with a book in her hand. The moment he saw her, Luo Xiang's memory seemed to have a mist blown by the wind, revealing a shadow hidden behind it.

The two looked at each other.