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"Tangtang, I know you hate your mother, but your mother still hopes that you can go to school well and have a good future, so that even if your mother dies, you will die without regrets."

These were Ms. Song's last words.

Song Jin sat in the taxi, with a little tiredness between his eyebrows, and his expression was indescribably decadent.

For the first time, he felt that Ms. Song was a little bit of a mother, but everyone was dead, and it didn't make sense to look like it.

Seeing this, the taxi driver thought he was worried about the college entrance examination, and smiled: "Classmate, my son is also going to take the college entrance examination like you, I know your hard work, but you must also know how to combine work and rest, don't be too tired." ”

Song Jin glanced at him, nodded politely, and then there was no follow-up.

He cast his gaze out of the window in the crowded traffic, looking lonely.

He is indeed about to take the college entrance examination, but he has been mixed up for three years in high school, what should he take to take the exam?

It's useless to cramm.

Just thinking about it, the taxi suddenly made a big turn, the sound of collision, the sound of friction, and the sound of sirens in a short time...... All the voices became ethereal in the upside down

Song Yao's last thought was:, God thinks he doesn't even deserve the college entrance examination.

When I was conscious again, I heard a voice full of energy: "Song Yao, you have to go to Cloud City, look at your grades, if you don't change to a good learning environment, how can you be admitted to university?!" ”

Song Jin opened his eyes slowly, and what caught his eyes was the appearance of a middle-aged man with a red face because of anger, followed by a low cry of a middle-aged woman in his ears.

He was sluggish for a moment, sorting out his inexplicable thoughts, and being sure that he didn't know the man and woman in front of him.

It's just that what they called his name was Song Jinfa was stunned for a while, glanced at the white and slender fingers, and the canvas shoes on his feet that couldn't be named, and there was a vague conjecture in his heart that didn't conform to reality.

He probably died, and then ...... again Reborn?

Reborn into another person.

Although it is very inconsistent with the core values of socialism, Song Jin has always adhered to the attitude of getting by and getting by, and he has not shown anything wrong.

He analyzed the current situation very calmly, the middle-aged man wanted to transfer the original body to the school called Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School, but the original body did not agree, which led to a big quarrel between the two, and the middle-aged man was the father of the original body, Father Song, because during the quarrel, he raised his hand and smashed the bowl on the table on the forehead of the original body, and the original body died on the spot.

Well, you read that right, it was smashed to death by a bowl.

And he entered his body when the original soul dissipated, which did not let Song's father and Song's mother find out that something was wrong.

Song Yu exhaled a breath of turbidity, and when he saw that Father Song was still going to speak, he nodded unhurriedly: "Okay." ”

The words that Father Song was about to say were stuck in his throat, and he said in surprise: "What did you just say?" ”

Song Jin sighed: "I agree to transfer to Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School." ”

Father Song was stunned, obviously he didn't expect that the person who had resisted fiercely would let go again.

In the living room, Song's mother's crying gradually disappeared.

Song Jin shook his head, picked up the schoolbag next to him, and walked to the room of his original body according to the extra memories just now.

The original room was not small, but for Song Jin, who was born with a golden soup spoon in his mouth, it was very narrow.

He didn't show any disgust, calmly threw his schoolbag on the bed, and went to the bathroom.

The young man in the mirror has clear eyebrows, not a master who often laughs, and he is wearing a regular school uniform, and the hem of the school uniform is slightly long, which looks empty, and his body is getting thinner and thinner.

Song Jin sighed again, and dealt with the scar on his forehead that was still bleeding, it stands to reason that the original body should not be so weak, but he has no will to survive and wants to die, so he let Song Jin take advantage. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.