Shuicheng has a unique weather in the south, with a distinct distinction between winter and summer - cold in winter, hot and humid in summer, and not obvious in spring and autumn, and the temperature is played randomly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Literary and artistic youth once wrote a vivid sentence: As soon as summer passes, it is winter, and the sun is scorching before the snow melts. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it has successfully written the voice of the people of Shuicheng.

Feng Jing's eyes hadn't opened yet, and she subconsciously rubbed the back of her head, she remembered that she seemed to have hit the sink.

Surprisingly, she didn't feel the slightest pain, but her hair was wet and sweaty, sticky. The air was filled with carbon dioxide from a dull night, and the weather in early September caused a burst of heat and dryness.

Feng Jing yawned and sat up, sleepy-eyed and subconsciously glanced at the alarm clock on the table—six twenty.

Then he lay back down, and it was not half past six, and he could sleep for another ten minutes.

Kindness? Wait a minute! It looks like it's summer vacation! Oops, it's so good to finally be able to sleep a little longer, so happy! Feng Jing subconsciously rolled on the bed holding the doll next to him.

Kindness? Wait! Hot? Sultry? Sweat? Isn't it winter?

Kindness? Keep waiting!

Feng Jing suddenly realized that something was wrong-I wasn't tearing up with Li Qiaohan in the bathroom of the little champion, ahh How did you get here? Hospital? It's not quite like that! Now that small private clinics are air-conditioned, which hospital doesn't have air conditioning?

Hey? Why did my thinking suddenly become childish? It's like a gratuitous life that has gone back decades, from an adult to a child. What wake up at half-past six? What summer vacation? What are you doing?

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head, and Feng Jing curled up with his head in his hands and fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already three poles in the sun, and the pressure cooker for those who ate lunch earlier was smelling of rice.

And she, lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, motionless like a corpse. The pajamas on his body smelled of sweat, and his waist-length hair spread out on the pillow like weeds, which also exuded an unpleasant smell.

But that didn't stop Feng Jing's thoughts—she was fourteen again! Yes, fourteen years old, the summer vacation after the second year of junior high school, not yet the third year of junior high school! Nothing happens, and she returns to where the nightmare began, giving her a chance to fix her life's mistakes.

Is this a gift from heaven for her to avoid the nightmare she once had?

Who hasn't had regrets, and who hasn't regretted doing or not doing something?

After the original incident, Feng Jing did not regret going out to attend the elementary school party that day.

It was a dark history sealed in the deepest part of Feng Jing's heart, and she never wanted to recall the slightest minutiae of the beginning. But at this time, the first life gave her the courage to look back. However, memories that have not been read in years have been cleansed by time, and there seems to be no concrete content other than black outlines and cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

It took a while for her to barely remember the smallest details.

At that time, it seemed that Yang Jingxian was taking the lead, and the reason seemed to be that the students with poor grades were the last carnival before the high school entrance examination.

Yang Jingxian is the daughter of the director of the Shuicheng Public Security Bureau, although her grades are not good, she is beautiful and has plenty of pocket money, so her popularity has always been good, and she also likes to hold some small parties, a group of people eat together and sing a song or something, pass the boring time or vent too much energy.

At that time, due to her low grades, her grades were always hovering on the admission score line of the second and third middle schools, and they could not reach the level of the first middle school at home. is in the rebellious stage of not being able to read books, listen to classes, and are unwilling to learn, but the family keeps talking. It can be said that the relationship between Fengjing and the family is in an unprecedented stage of tension at this time.

So when Li Qiaohan told Feng Jing about Yang Jingxian's party, she went without thinking about it.

Who thinks, this is gone, and there will be no return.

Li Qiaohan! Feng Jing felt a little disgusted when he thought of this name. It's a joke that her best friend, who has been playing since she was a child, became the culprit who killed her. And, who knows if there is a party led by Yang Jingxian who operates in it? And no matter what, there is a trench between them, and this trench comes from the previous life and can never be remedied.

Stop, stop, change your mind! Feng Jing shook his head vigorously, throwing some dark memory fragments and conspiracy theories out of his mind, and re-explored the essential reason for the meeting.

Yang Jingxian led the party because of bad grades, and she found people with the same bad grades to come out to play and relax.

Li Qiaohan told herself about the party because she was in the stage where she was disturbed by her grades and had a conflict with her family, and she needed to relax.

And it all points to one origin: grades.

Although Feng Jing later thoroughly ate all the liberal arts textbooks of elementary and junior high schools, when she was a student, her grades were really ashamed to see people, and no one could have imagined that she would become a cram school teacher in the future.

If her grades were far ahead when she was a student, and there would be an invisible gap between her and the so-called "poor students", then that party would not have involved her.

If her grades can make her a school label, then even if this happens, the school will definitely do public relations. At the very least, she will be allowed to complain about the social environment as a victim and win sympathy points, instead of being directly expelled, which confirms the content of the false report.

Feng Jing sighed silently, no longer holding grievances for her former self, a new life began, she couldn't always fall into the past and couldn't extricate herself.

At this time, the first priority is to improve the grades, and this is not a problem for Fengjing at all.

As a gold medal popular lecturer of the little champion, of course, she benefits from her gentle appearance and temperament, but you say that there are no catties or two, will those parents who want their sons to become dragons and daughters to become phoenixes will spend a lot of grandpa Mao to send their children to tutor?

Just kidding, no one's money was picked up.

It's the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school, but obviously it won't be as long as two months, and it's only about 20 days when it's full.

Maybe Feng Jing, as a student, will wail for a month of vacation, but Feng Jing, who lives with a thirty-year-old soul, obviously won't.

Twenty days of vacation is enough for her to adapt to and plan this sudden young life.

Now Fengjing's performance is in the lower middle position, and occasionally I am lucky enough to mix in the medium, but I can't go any further.

She is now planning to gradually improve her grades, strive to get the top five grades in the class in the final exam of the first semester of the third semester of junior high school, and then get the first place in the grade before the midterm exam of the second semester of the third semester of junior high school, and finally enter the first middle school as a high-profile scholar.

It is said that the scholarship of No. 1 High School is very generous.