"Tian Sisi, Teacher Tian Sisi is calling you!"

"Ahh to~to" I quickly stood up and replied loudly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hahaha," the classroom remembered a burst of laughter.

"Tian Sisi, have you returned to your soul? When you come back to your soul, repeat what I just said. ”

"One return is like one into one, one into twelve, one into five, every two into fourteen, twenty-six into thirty-eight, forty-three, one, thirty-one, three, two, six, two, three, into sixteen, twenty-nine, into thirty. It is from Zhu Shijie's "Arithmetic Enlightenment" (1299) volume of "Returning to the Song of Rejection". I memorized exactly what the teacher had just said in one breath.

"Wow! What happened to Tian Sisi today? So powerful? ”

"That's it, yesterday you told me that studying is useless"

"How did she do it?"

"Awesome, amazing" The students talked a lot.

"Hmmm! Yes, sit down," the teacher looked at me with surprise and questioning.

"Suzu..."

"Out of class"

"Stand Up"

"Tian Sisi, why are you so powerful, I didn't understand a word of what the teacher said."

"That's right! Yes! ”

"I didn't understand either, I don't even know what the teacher said?"

"And looking at the teacher's expression, you seem to be all right."

"That's right! Yes! ”

"Yan Kai, how are you right, right, you have nothing to say"

"Yes, yes! Hey! I've said it all, and I can only say yes. Yan Kai scratched his head with a smirk.

Looking at the classmates gathered around, my thoughts went blank. I don't know how I memorized it. I wasn't listening to what the teacher was talking about, I was still thinking about the incredible thing I had done last night.

Back to the age of ten, is it true? Could what happened in my last life be a dream of mine, and will I still dream? Did aliens really happen? But the watch is actually on my hand, and I have no one to say, and I guess I will be sent to a mental hospital as a mental illness immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom," I urinated and escaped to a big tree behind the school. Lying on the thick tree pole, my mind recalls everything that happened in my previous life. When I was ten years old, I developed a high fever after being slapped by my father, and accidentally discovered my father's secret, that he had other women outside. I didn't even think about telling my mom on impulse, and after that they quarreled almost every day, and it didn't take long for them to get divorced. At first, Dad felt indebted to us and came to visit us, but he hadn't seen the woman since she was pregnant. Later, when I learned that the woman had given birth to a boy, my mother suffered from depression, sometimes holding me and crying, sometimes pinching and beating me. I know she's blaming me, and if I hadn't told her back then, maybe I wouldn't have gone down that path of no return.

After the father had a son, he never gave a penny. In order to earn enough for living expenses and expensive medical expenses, I went from a thief to a ruthless killer, the first time I killed my dad and his family of three, watching them struggle desperately in the fire, I didn't have a single tear.

It wasn't until my mother's suicide ten years later, looking at the letter my mother left me, that I cried for three days next to my mother's body. On the day of my mother's cremation, I was walking on the road in a daze, and when I saw the mother who wanted to rush forward to my son, I rushed out to save him without thinking about it, I didn't want him to lose my mother like me, I smiled when I looked at the cement tanker that rushed over, and the only thing I thought about after being hit was the impulse of ten years ago, and if I was given another chance, I felt that I would not make the same mistake again.