"Xiao Jian"

"Here!"

"Hahahaha..."

The noise of laughter in the hall brought Xiao Jian back from the state of soul wandering.

At this time, he was wearing a red, black and white school uniform, and in Xicheng No. 1 Middle School, the third row of the fifth class of the third year of high school stood with his head held high and stood with a straight military posture.

A loud answer of "to" can be said to run through the universe and resound through the sky......

The political teacher who called him was scared and almost fell. The loud answer "yes", the straight military posture, the bald middle-aged teacher who dropped his jaw in shock.

Such a harmonious picture is naturally a realistic version of a comedy-style stage play for these teenagers who have excessive hormone secretion and are in the rebellious period.

The laughing one, the one who is comfortable, or the belly cramp, or the slap on the leg, or the fist smashing the table, and so on.

In fact, such a stage play has been staged repeatedly for two days. The children's shoes are tireless, and the teachers are unguarded.

Looking at the scene in front of him, our male protagonist Xiao Jiantong's shoes reflected for three seconds before he smiled bitterly.

"Get out of here!"

The bald teacher blushed and had a thick neck, pointing at Xiao Jian and roaring.

Well, Xiao Jian didn't want to stay in the classroom anymore, so he said sorry to the teacher and strode out of the classroom.

The sun outside is shining on the afterglow, and it is already afternoon.

The sunlight shines on the tree-lined campus, which is particularly quiet and peaceful, and the classroom is filled with the sound of the teacher's lecture or reading.

Xiao Jian put his hands in his pockets, walked to the grass in the playground, and lay down with his head resting on his hands, with a look of bitterness and helplessness.

In fact, yesterday, Xiao Jian figured out his situation. I was born again, 10 years ago.

It's not a dream, it's not an illusion, it's not a netherworld, it's a real rebirth.

I killed the leader of the criminal gang, although I was blown up by a landmine.

But, my first-class merit. There is also a nickname for my girlfriend, and a nickname for my parents who have not fulfilled their filial piety.

Xiao Jian has been reborn for two days. He remembered that he had been knocked unconscious by a landmine and had woken up lying on the playground.

A group of half-grown teenagers were chattering, some were anxious, some were snickering, some were watching the excitement, and some were not caring about themselves, only there were teardrops in her eyes.

This is what he saw when he opened his eyes, and he remembered that it was high school gym class, playing soccer and falling and falling unconscious.

He thought it was a dream, but the dream was too real, just like the real thing.

He yelled and ran like crazy, and he couldn't wake up. He thought a lot last night, he thought of so many rebirth novels in his previous life, and he thought of the main character in Charlotte's troubles.

He didn't know whether to rejoice or regret, he was always immersed in his own world. Reminiscing about the bits and pieces of the next 10 years.

Only when he hears someone call his name will he habitually stand up and answer "yes".

He is reluctant, he is reluctant to give up the group of comrades-in-arms who were born and died, the beautiful and gentle fiancée, the filial piety of his parents before he has time to do so, and the first-class meritorious medal that is about to be obtained.

What the hell is going on... He was reborn so suddenly, but he didn't want to be reborn.

At this time, he lay on the lawn without love, staring blankly at the sky and watching the clouds roll up.

Suddenly, a pair of large long pencil legs wrapped in black stockings appeared in front of me. Let his eyes move up his legs to the person's face.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Do you still know that it hurts, Xiao Jian, have you been crazy since yesterday afternoon?"

"Are you trying to kill your teacher and me?"

Xiao Jian covered his attacked left ear with one hand, and hurriedly grabbed the woman's right hand and broke free with a twist and pressure.

Turning over and sitting up, he looked at the girl who was squatting in front of him and shaking her hands to inhale

"I'm sorry Mr. Sun, I didn't mean to, I caused you trouble, I will take classes well from now on. ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, forgetting that her hand hurt, so she kept staring at him.

But no matter how you look at it, Xiao Jian's face is indifferent, and there is a trace of apology, but he doesn't see a trace of panic.

The woman wore black Gauguin shoes, black stockings, a short black skirt, a fan's shirt, and a professional attire.

With long black hair and delicate facial features, he looks very good. At this time, the tip of the nose was slightly sweating, and the little face was flushed. Xiao Jian, who was watching, was stunned, and looked at her blankly.

A flush flashed across the woman's face and she kicked him lightly.

"Look at what to see, look at the eyeballs that gouge out your eyeballs, you are young, and you don't learn well for a day. ”

As she spoke viciously, she herself sat down on the grass.

The woman is his English teacher and class teacher, also surnamed Xiao, called Xiao Qinglan.

The name comes from Zhou Bangyan's "Crossing the River and Clouds": "Qinglan is low and Chudian, ambiguously returns to the wings of the wild goose, and the formation rises flat sand." ”

Xiao Jian was very impressed by her, after all, at that ignorant age, everyone had the experience of changing underwear in the middle of the night for the first time.

At that time, the person in Xiao Tongshoe's dream was her, where could she not remember it deeply.

It's just that he lost contact with him after becoming a soldier, and he didn't hear her story again until he was reborn.

"Alas"

Xiao Jian couldn't help thinking of the things in his previous life, sighed and shook his head, with an expression of lovelessness and laughter.

Looking at him like this, Xiao Qinglan pursed her lips and swallowed the scolding that came to her lips.

"Xiao Jian, what's wrong with you? Is it something wrong with being born in the family? Or are some classmates bullying you?" she asked with a concerned face.

"I'm fine, Mr. Xiao, do you believe in the past and present lives?"

"Is it really okay?do you need the teacher's help?If you have anything, just tell the teacher!"

A 16-year-old boy talks to a 23-year-old adult about his past and present lives. Well, the results were obviously automatically ignored.

"I'm fine, Mr. Xiao, I'm like a person quietly. ”

After thinking about it, Xiao Jian still didn't say it, and he didn't even say the lie that he had a dream for more than ten years, he was afraid that she would be even more worried.

"I ...... Xiao Qinglan opened her mouth and was speechless, she found that she had nothing to say."

"That's okay, think about it yourself, you're not bad at studying, it's no problem to grab the first two books, just tell me if you have anything, you can help, the teacher will definitely not say anything." ”

"Also, don't worry us too much, although I don't know what's going on. ”

"But people always have to live in the moment and look forward. Only by cherishing the present can we grasp the infinite future. You are still young, enjoy the best time on campus, and study hard is the right thing. ”

"Don't worry, teacher, I'm really fine, it's just that I'm too tired from studying and want to be alone for a while. ”

"Okay, you can sit down for a while and go back to the classroom, I'll explain it to Mr. Huang from Mr. Huang. ”

"Thank you, teacher"

Looking at Xiao Qinglan's moving back in the distance, Xiao Jian shook his head with a wry smile helplessly.

Who said that rebirth is very happy, very pleasant, awesome? I will never kill you if you come.

Xiao Jian just wants to say, you have never been reborn, you never know how hard it is.

There are not many students in the class who can name them. Although it is divided into subjects, there are few math problems that can be done.

Not to mention the things that must be memorized in language, politics, and history, he Xiao Jian has already returned it to the teacher.

Thinking of these messy things, Xiao Jian slowly walked towards the classroom.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his shadow long, and the wind blew his slightly long hair messy.

He had already made a decision in his heart, now that he was born again. Then cherish it, live a new life, and maybe live a more wonderful life.

For two days, unwilling and melancholy, I commemorated the inexplicably passed past life for more than ten years.

He Xiao Jian is back again, or in his own words, he Xiao Hansan is resurrected with full blood again.