At the dinner table, Masaki kept eating the food in the bowl, and the food that usually felt like it tasted average was extraordinarily sweet today. Zheng's mother also kept holding dishes for him, and when she saw the child gobbling up so much about eating the dishes she made, she smiled in her eyes and was happy in her heart.

"Mom and Dad, I used to be ignorant, I didn't study hard, so I worried about the two of you, now that I'm older, I must study hard, get a good university, and win glory for both of you. Masaki muttered while eating.

"Okay, okay, your parents will be relieved when you are sensible, it's okay, eat slowly, and we won't ask you for a tutor when you study, take your time." Mother listened to him and said happily.

The meal ended in a warm atmosphere, and he rushed to help his mother brush the dishes and pour his father foot washing water, so that Zhengji's parents looked at each other, after all, the child has changed so much, and they haven't reacted for a while.

Masaki lay on his own small bed in the study, looking at the ceiling in a daze, all this is true, not illusory, he touched the pillow towel that his mother sewed for him, and looked at the study where he had stayed for nearly ten years, everything was so cute. It's as if the pen holder at the head of the bed is also shining. I'm really back.,I'm going home.,Damn,I'm back!!

Masaki jumped up and stood in front of the mirror in the study, his young face, which was more than ten years younger, did not have the short hair when he was working, but was soft, slightly messy and extremely short and fluffy in front of his forehead, and a trace of age-appropriate vicissitudes flashed in his clear eyes from time to time, and the fine fluff on his lips. The lower body is a T-shirt outlining a slightly thin body, jeans, sneakers, typical student attire, the height is nearly seven or eight centimeters shorter than his previous height of 185, if you have to praise the boy in front of him for any handsomeness, it is his eyes, Zhengji belongs to the kind of people who are put in the pile to find for a long time, the facial features are not prominent, only those eyes, clear as water, without a trace of impurities, as bright and clean as the starry sky.

Looking at himself in front of the mirror, Masaki posed, hehe smiled, he felt quite handsome, sitting at the desk, looking at the learning materials on the table, he slowly opened them one by one, he still had a little foundation in high school knowledge, but he didn't study hard in his last life, and he almost forgot about it.

I can't go to a pheasant university in this life, now that I'm back, I have to do my best, and I can't let the people who were disappointed in my previous life continue to be disappointed, and I will make progress little by little.

In this way, in a familiar and friendly home, in his own study, Masaki began his high school sprint study and silently set a study plan for himself.

He looked at the high school exercises on the desk, although he would not be able to answer them all at a glance, but he had studied once in his previous life, even if he was not serious, he vaguely remembered what the teacher had said, like liberal arts, and the grasp of political discipline was better, because he loved to read novels, loved to read, and still preferred liberal arts. English Zhengji is not very worried, because, after going to college, although there are no outstanding results, Zhengji still has the heart to take an English level 4, although it is three times, but after all, he has also worked hard to learn English for three years, and finally passed the test, which was shocked by his roommate in their dormitory.

However, in the sciences, political discipline is not very sure, and advanced mathematics is based on the understanding of mathematics in junior high school, and advanced mathematics in university is also largely consolidated in high school. Therefore, high school math is the most challenging for Masaki, just like in martial arts novels, a person who has been frail and sickly since childhood, no matter how hard he works the day after tomorrow, unless he encounters a miracle such as jumping off a cliff and picking up a treasure, it is difficult to become an excellent master with deep internal strength.

However, political discipline also has an incomparable huge advantage, that is, he took the exam once, although the college entrance examination in his previous life was really ugly, but political discipline is not a forgetful person, even if he can't remember the specific digital content of science, but he remembers two-thirds of the type to be examined, and the multiple-choice questions may be forgotten because of time relations, but the type of political discipline in the later big questions is still impressive. As long as he does more questions of similar types, he doesn't believe that a second pass of the exam will not be able to fulfill the dream of his family and himself.

Just as he was looking at the book and thinking carefully, there was a "squeak", the door was gently pushed open, and Masaki's mother walked to the table with a bowl of hot milk, put it next to the desk, and said: "Study takes a lot of brains, drink more milk to replenish your body, don't sleep too late, you have to go to class tomorrow, drink while it's hot." With that, he gently closed the door.

Masaki looked at the steaming milk on the table, and his heart warmed, this is what it feels like to be at home. It's late at night, and someone cares about you and puts you a glass of hot milk. When I looked up at my watch, it was already 12 o'clock.

The first night, Masaki lost sleep, he was worried that when he woke up, he would be back in the middle of nowhere, he was worried that when he woke up, his dreams would be ruthlessly shattered. Zhengji, I can't sleep, and I don't dare to sleep.

The morning sun shone on his face, and Masaki woke up in a trance, but he still fell asleep unconsciously. But he didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid, he was afraid that the world would be very different after opening his eyes.

"Wake up, I'm going to be late, grab breakfast and go to school. "Mom's voice is like a quick-acting pill, injecting endless motivation and hope into Zhengji. Getting up, dressing, washing, eating, all in one go, Masaki laughed all morning, laughing so weirdly that his parents laughed.

Breakfast is the milk and eggs that my mother has been getting up for herself since half past six in the morning, and after washing, Masaki peels off the eggs on the table, and eats the small dishes that my mother pickles with relish.

In fact, Masaki has not eaten in the morning for a long time in the world, and the pressure of work, and even the lack of eating on time and the almost messy life rest, have also made his stomach no longer suitable for breakfast, and when he eats in the morning, he will often be uncomfortable for half a day, and he will not digest it at noon.

The current political discipline fully feels that although his body is immature, it is healthy and contains the inner vitality of life.

"I'm going to school," Masaki disappeared into the hallway with the sound of the door closing.

"This kid, how crazy have you been lately", Masamu's mother muttered as she looked at Masaki's back.

"Morning, Uncle Liu, exercise now, the body is awesome. ”

"Oh, Aunt Wang, are you back from grocery shopping?"

Along the way, Masaki greeted him when he saw a person, everyone was in a family home, and they were all familiar with each other, everyone was very puzzled by his excitement today, and they usually didn't see how enthusiastic this kid was?

In this life, no matter who he sees, he feels very kind, and even when he sees the cleaner who is responsible for cleaning the garbage in their community, he can't wait to help sweep it twice, he feels that he can't feel like this, and he can't feel like he is in this world.

Xinzhou in 1998, the road is not wide, the house is not high, people only see each other with a smile, at that time in Xinzhou, Sun Moon Square is still called Street Park, more than ten years, although not long, but enough to change a lot, at least the political discipline has never found that his hometown in high school is actually like this, and the gap is too big after more than 10 years.

Again and again everything on the road and the connection in memory, over and over again recalling the events of the past few years, before I knew it, Masaki had arrived at the gate of the school. I saw the small shop at the gate, this is this store, it is my food supply station and spiritual pillar for three years of high school, most of my novels are bought from here, and the shopkeeper was still friends with him at the beginning, and he has contributed to the turnover of the store.

Jingle bell ringing, Zheng Ji immediately ran to the classroom, after all, it was not good to be late, just walked to the door, just met the Chinese teacher who was about to enter the door to teach, the language teacher glanced at him, Zheng Ji rarely blushed, after all, he was a little embarrassed to arrive at the same time with the teacher, bowed, and ran back to his seat in three steps and two steps under the curious gaze of the same table.

Zhengji glanced at Liu Lu at the same table, he didn't find it before, but after being reborn, he found out that Liu Lu was also a nobody, with delicate cheeks, a small nose, and red lips, was he blind in his last life? Such a lovely person by his side didn't pay attention to it, he thought about it and touched Liu Lu's arm, and asked, "Liu Lu, what are you studying today?"

"Today's teacher said, p. 54," Liu Lu's low voice came from his ear.

"Oh, thank you, I see, by the way, how many places did you get in the last exam," Masaki asked suddenly thinking of something.

"No. 13, what's wrong?" Liu Lu looked at the boy in front of him who felt a little strange, after all, Masaki never cared about grades or anything before, let alone discussing about learning like today, in her image, Masaki always buried his head in his own world, didn't communicate with people, and there were always endless novels.

"It's okay, I'll ask, I didn't know the importance of studying before, I'm going to study hard from today, you study so well, but you have to take me, be at the same table" Masaki said with a smile.

Liu Lu looked at the bright-eyed boy in front of him, his clean eyes did not contain a trace of impurities, he didn't know what he thought, his face turned red, he answered in a low voice, and agreed.

At that time, you may be tired of the sameness of life, but in the future, you will definitely miss the innocence and whiteness, carefree and pure student days. There is no intrigue in life, there is no intrigue in society, and Masaki captures unprecedented peace in the teacher's explanation.

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