After resting at home for a few days, the fixed bandage on Yi Cheng's right hand can finally be removed, but the range of motion of his hand is still very small, holding chopsticks in his right hand, he can't raise them to the height of his mouth at all, and he has been practicing using his left hand for a while.

If you really wait until you are healed, then your high school life will be over, and you don't have to count on the college entrance examination.

Although Yi Zhongmin and He Aike didn't have too many expectations for Yi Cheng's college entrance examination results, they still vaguely hoped that a miracle would come, so after discussing with Yi Cheng, they decided to let him return to school as soon as possible.

On March 24, after more than a month away from campus, Yi Cheng came to Shazhou No. 17 Middle School where he studied again.

The weather on this day was very good, the sun was shining, and the campus with good greening was full of the fragrance of early spring. The temperature has risen a lot this time, almost 20 degrees, and some girls are already dressed cooler. Youth is an invincible beauty, and they consciously or unconsciously embody this beauty to the extreme.

"Yi Cheng!"

Yi Chengzheng admired the youthful beauty of these girls without a trace of evil thoughts, and slapped him heavily on the back from behind. Yi Cheng instantly reacted to who was behind him, and withdrew his fist to fight back.

His injuries were not yet healed, and this palm was simply the legendary iron sand palm, which made him tremble in pain, and he almost squatted on the ground and couldn't get up.

The man had an apologetic face, scratched the back of his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot about your car accident and hospitalization...... Why don't you rest for a while? Oh yes, I didn't go to see you when you were hospitalized, and my parents wouldn't let you. You're not going to be angry, are you?"

Yi Cheng was too lazy to complain. This person's name is Liu Xuecong, he is five big and three thick, with big shoulders and a round waist, a simple temperament, and even a little sluggish, but he has a cunning face, which makes people dare not get close.

At best, he is optimistic and atmospheric, but at worst, he has few tendons in his head, and his muscles are strong and simple-minded. But he is one of the best buddies of the original owner, and he mingles every day.

Yi Cheng didn't bother to complain about him, because he didn't have a long memory when he complained, and now he promised it well, maybe he forgot it tomorrow, and he would slap himself hard when he met, and then apologize. That's the kind of person you are.

"It's right not to come to see me, it's about to take the college entrance examination, and time is precious. Yi Cheng said lightly.

"Are you worried about missing your homework, it's okay, I'll lend you my notes to copy! Don't worry about missing classes, I'll explain it to you." Liu Xuecong patted his chest and said.

If I read your notes and believe your explanations, it would be really hopeless to get into college......

"By the way, you don't know yet, our Chinese teacher Teacher Duan also had an accident a while ago, and now he is teaching Teacher Song, who is in the first year of high school, to teach his class," Liu Xuecong looked like he was about to drool, "A dream come true!"

"Teacher Song?" Yi Cheng asked suspiciously.

"Oh, what are you pretending to be with me, didn't you say you like her the most? that tall, smiling, and good-talking female teacher. ”

Yi Cheng was a little impressed. That teacher Song was recruited by the school last year, I heard that he had just graduated from a graduate school of Normal University, he had long legs, his Mandarin was very standard, and he heard that he had a set of teaching methods.

It stands to reason that the teacher who has just joined the work is not allowed to lead the graduating class, she is ordered to be in danger, if the grades are good, you can add a heavy stroke to the qualifications. But blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, if something goes wrong in the past few months, she will not want to be judged for a long time.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they climbed upstairs and walked into the classroom of the third (6th) class of high school - it was mainly Liu Xuecong who was talking, and Yi Cheng listened absentmindedly.

As soon as Yi Cheng appeared, the classroom was quiet for a while, and everyone's eyes were almost focused on him.

The original owner was a pretty low-key — well, in other words, a pretty unremarkable person. There are no eye-catching strengths, no shortcomings to talk about, no fighting, no skipping, never failing exams, and never getting a high ranking. Although he is handsome, he is not earth-shattering. It's not topical at all.

However, a classmate was hospitalized for more than a month in a car accident, which is a big deal in the boring senior year of high school for students. So for the first time in his three years of high school, Yi Cheng enjoyed the attention of the whole class.

If it was the original owner, maybe he would be uneasy at this time. But Yi Cheng didn't care, walked to his place and sat down, took out Annick's smartphone and started surfing the Internet.

"It's really hard, and I insist on 'learning' with only one hand. A soft sarcastic sound came from the left.

Yi Cheng tilted his head slightly, looking at the short-haired girl with glasses beside him in confusion.

Liu Rupeng, a member of the study committee of Class 6. If you only talk about the face, she is definitely the most beautiful in Class 6, and there is no one. It's a pity that her eyebrows are too thick and heroic, which destroys her overall temperament. However, if you go to college, take a good look at it, and then cultivate your temperament and body shape, you will definitely be able to become a disaster-level girl.

What Yi Cheng didn't understand was that he had the impression that the original owner and Liu Rupeng did not have any friendship at all, nor had there been any contradictions, so why did the other party make sarcastic remarks?

He thought about it, didn't reply, and continued to play with his phone. He wanted to choose an online game that was suitable for live broadcasting.

To be suitable for live broadcasting, you must be more competitive. Yi Cheng used to play virtual reality games, and he didn't know much about the online games on the earth at the beginning of the 21st century, after all, online games are too time-sensitive, and no matter how popular they are, they can only be played for a few years, unlike classic literary and artistic works, film and television works, which can also have immortal vitality after a hundred years.

In this world, he can't look down on games that require mouse and keyboard operation, but this era is the only game to play.

At present, there are three large-scale online games on the market that are comparable in terms of popularity and popularity. But when it comes to competitiveness, it has to be a game called "Avengers".

Yi Cheng browsed a lot of information with his mobile phone, and finally determined that it was it.

After a while, the class bell rang and the morning reading class began. In the first and second years of high school, morning reading classes often allow students to read books on their own. But after entering the third year of high school, the morning reading class was also used for teaching, which was also helpless.

Yi Cheng has been absent-minded.

On Earth in the 22nd century, high school students are already learning calculus, non-Euclidean geometry, relativity, quantum physics, and other courses that are not covered until college on the "home" planet. Yi Cheng, who went to join the army after graduating from high school, naturally did not have good grades, and now if he competes to do questions and exams, he will definitely not be able to pass most of the classmates in this class.

But just as a junior high school student would not be interested in relearning the four arithmetics, he would not be interested in relearning these basics.

The teacher is lecturing at the top, and he is playing with his phone below.

Teachers are also turning a blind eye to this. They all know that Yi Cheng's grades are usually low, and he can only rank in the top 30 or 40 in the non-key class of this non-key high school, which should be hopeless for the university entrance examination, and he has been suspended for more than a month due to injury, so he doesn't have to expect anything. So as long as he doesn't affect other students, he just let it go.

Not to mention the reality of the teachers, when the time comes to the college entrance examination, they can only focus more on students with good grades. It is much more useful to give a 50% chance of a student who wants to go to college a 10-point score than to give a 10% boost to a student who already has only 10% of the students who want to go to college.

Because of the latter, even if you get an extra 10 points, you still can't pass the test. The former, however, may change his fate because of these 10 points.

It's just a mess, and the day is almost over. In the last two classes of the afternoon, Yi Cheng finally saw the substitute teacher "Teacher Song".

They are science classes, so in order to ensure the quality of learning, science classes are usually arranged in the morning and language classes are arranged in the afternoon. Yi Cheng also complained in his heart about this backward system of arts and sciences, and the really outstanding talents he knew in that large network company before were all liberal arts and sciences.

This Teacher Song is indeed a first-class beauty, and she happens to be the type that Yi Cheng likes, her skin is white and red, she can be broken by blowing, she has a gentle smile, she speaks softly and slowly, and her words and sentences are quite stylish.

The original owner only had a hazy longing for Teacher Song, but Yi Cheng was different, his psychological age was in his thirties, and his favorite was a woman between 24 and 28.

At this age when the childishness is completely gone, but it is not yet fully mature, it still retains the coquettish innocence of a girl, and the charm and sexiness of an adult woman.

Coming from the era when the marriage system was close to complete collapse in the 22nd century, Yi Cheng did not have a so-called virgin-woman complex at all, and he was also a staunch unmarried. Now he has no consciousness of being a high school student at all, and all he thinks about is how to chase down this beautiful teacher Song.

He stared at Teacher Song so intently, and a cold snort came from Leng Buding's side. Yi Cheng turned his head and glanced at Liu Rupeng.

Swept away by Yi Cheng's gaze, Liu Rupeng only felt stunned in his heart, and for the first time felt that this old classmate seemed to be very different. But she couldn't help but whisper: "It's really mud that can't hold up the wall." ”

Yi Cheng sneered, ignored her, and continued to look at Teacher Song intently.

"When is it, you haven't studied well, I really don't know what you're thinking. ”

Hey, am I familiar with you? Yi Cheng is simply inexplicable.

Teacher Song also noticed the small interaction between the two, and said with a smile: "These two students, if there is anything you want to discuss, please say it out loud." ”

Liu Rupeng has always been a good student, and she was a little embarrassed by the teacher's criticism, and she bowed her head deeply and pretended to be an ostrich.

Yi Cheng stood up and said loudly, "Teacher, I didn't discuss anything with her. I'm looking at you. ”

Teacher Song smiled and said, "Just pay attention to the lecture, you don't have to look at the teacher." ”

"You're beautiful, you're my type of person, and I want you to be my girlfriend. Yi Cheng was curious about how this Teacher Song would react.

There was a sudden silence in the classroom for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

No one expected that Yi Cheng, who has always been a little transparent, would dare to confess to the teacher in class, boldly—or rather, frantically, shouting out the inner words that many boys want to say but can only hide secretly.