In the memory of his previous life, Song Qingtian had almost no impression of life in junior high school.

When she went to school for the first time after being reborn, Song Qingtian was still very excited, and she wanted to reminisce about the feeling of studying on campus.

Song Qingtian's class is the third class of junior high school, and he is at the same table as Qin Xiaoyun, after walking into the classroom, Song Qingtian strangely found that the class was full of girls.

"Xiaoyun, are we a girls' school?"

"Sunny day, don't you remember, our junior high school class is like this, the class is separate for men and women, the singular is the girls' version, the even is the boys' class, such as the first class, and our third class and five classes are girls' classes, the second class, the fourth class, and the sixth class are boys' classes."

Hearing Qin Xiaoyun say this, Song Qingtian had a little impression, in his previous life, eighty-two was still a relatively traditional era, when the school divided boys and girls into different classes in order to prevent early love.

The first class was a Chinese class, and the Chinese teacher was called Zhang Yutang, a man in his thirties, wearing black-framed glasses, a thin figure, wearing a set of white-washed Zhongshan suits, and a polite appearance.

When Song Qingtian saw Zhang Yutang, he couldn't even remember that there was such a Chinese teacher in his memory.

"Today we are talking about the text "Flying Red Drops and Cuiji Yellow Mountain".

Zhang Yutang said as he wrote the name of the text on the blackboard, and Song Qingtian stared at Zhang Yutang's hand and watched the chalk write a few elegant and beautiful words under his pen.

"Next, the students will read the text aloud with me."

Speaking of Yellow Mountain, it is easy for people to think of Xu Xiake's praise for Yellow Mountain: "The return of the five mountains does not look at the mountain, and the return of the Yellow Mountain does not look at the ...... of Yue"

Song Qingtian just read a paragraph, and she felt that her eyelids were heavy, the words on the book began to blur, and her neck was also very sore, she put her hands on the table and her head on her arms.

I was too tired in the past two days, I jumped into the river and was rescued and my body was weak, and I didn't recover any energy, and in order to recover the 300 yuan lost by Mrs. Song, Song Qingtian barely had a good rest, and got up early in the morning to persuade Qin Xiaofei, and after breakfast, she ran ten miles to school, and her energy was almost exhausted.

Lang Lang's reading voice was like a lullaby, and Song Qingtian's head hit his arm, and he fell asleep in seconds.

Qin Xiaoyun patted Song Qingtian and wanted to wake her up, but found that she didn't respond, and looked at Zhang Yutang again, the teacher kept staring at the textbook and leading the students to recite, and his eyes didn't look at the students below the class at all, so he didn't continue to shoot Song Qingtian.

This is the first class, the students are generally energetic, and there are usually no students who are distracted, Zhang Yutang's years of experience tell him that the effect of the first Chinese class is very good.

After reading the textbook, Zhang Yutang found that something was wrong, and within ten minutes of class, some classmates fell asleep.

"Song Qingtian!"

Zhang Yutang shouted, and threw the head of the chalk he had just used for writing towards Song Qingtian's head.

At that time, the teachers were all first-class masters of hidden weapons, and a chalk head could hit the student's head in every shot.

The chalk head bounced back on Song Qingtian's head, but she didn't react at all.

Zhang Yutang asked Qin Xiaoyun: "Is Song Qingtian sick?" ”

"Teacher, I don't know."

"Wake her up."

Qin Xiaoyun pushed Song Qingtian's shoulder, but Song Qingtian still didn't move.

Qin Xiaoyun said: "Teacher, Song Qingtian fell into the river the day before yesterday, and he hasn't rested well in the past two days, maybe he is too sleepy." ”

Zhang Yutang glanced at Song Qingtian, who was sleeping lifelessly, raised his head and said, "Continue the class." ”

Zhang Yutang is not partial to Song Qingtian, but he understands the current state of education in the township.

The slogan of equal waiting for men and women has been shouted for many years, but in the countryside, not many girls can finish junior high school. Let's just say that Sanchuan Town Junior High School, although there are three girls' classes and three boys' classes, there are only more than 30 students in each girls' class and more than 50 students in the boys' class.

Even after finishing junior high school, few families let their girls go on to high school or even college

He understands Song Qingtian's family, there is no father, only a widow mother, and it is already very good for her mother to let her come to study, but in a family without a man, Song Qingtian must help the family do a lot of housework, and there must be a special reason for being trapped like this in class.

Song Qingtian's study is also in the middle and lower reaches of the class, even if she studies hard and can be admitted to high school, family reasons may not let her continue to study, since she is sleepy, then sleep more.

The second class was still a Chinese class, and Zhang Yutang still didn't wake up the sleeping Song Qingtian.

Yang Yuting, who is in the same class, doesn't think so, she just thinks that the teacher protects Song Qingtian, why can she sleep in class?

In fact, in Song Qingtian's sleeping dream, he was dreaming of Yang Yuting and Zhao Gengju in his previous life.

In the dream, in her previous life, Song Qingtian, who was nearly forty years old, had gray and messy hair, and Yang Yuting was pinching her mouth, scolding Zhao Gengju for stuffing sleeping pills into her mouth, and then pouring water.

In the dream, Yang Yuting smiled viciously: "Song Qingtian, you are about to die, your money, your house, your career, and your man all belong to me, what if you work hard?" In the end, everything is mine, you idiot, you will only make a wedding dress for me! ”

In the dream, Yang Yuting laughed at her with a bloody mouth: "Song Qingtian, you think you are very beautiful, don't you, you will rob me of everything, even men will rob me, I will give you a mirror and you will look at your appearance, your face is full of spots, blood scars, you look at your hair, dry, gray, what is the difference between you and an old lady?" It's all me in your room, and I put mercury in my diet, you didn't expect it! Hahaha......"

In the dream, Yang Yuting's mouth was close to her ear, "Song Qingtian, let me tell you, I made your child abort, you won't have children for the rest of your life, it was I who burned your mother to death, you were unkind to me, this is a retribution." ”

Song Qingtian completely broke out, she used all her strength and shouted loudly: "Yang Yuting, you ruthless, heinous, insidious and cunning, vicious and crazy cheap woman, you can't die well!" ”

Zhang Yutang was lecturing, and suddenly saw Song Qingtian standing up with his eyes closed, pointing to the air in front of him and scolding for a while, then sat down again, and fell asleep.

The textbooks in their hands were almost frightened by Song Qingtian's sudden situation, and the students stared at Song Qingtian in amazement.

Yang Yuting's face turned pale with anger, and she rushed over directly, grabbing Song Qingtian's clothes, "Song Qingtian, how much hatred do you have?" You're scolding me in your dreams! ”

Song Qingtian was awakened by Yang Yuting's Hedong lion roar, opened her eyes and saw Yang Yuting glaring at her fiercely, and asked a little overwhelmed: "Yuting, what's wrong with you, what are you doing with my clothes?" ”

"Song Qingtian, don't pretend to be garlic, I provoked you to provoke you, why are you scolding me?"

"I scolded you? When did I scold you? Why didn't I know? ”

Song Qingtian looked around, the classmates all looked frightened, and the teacher Zhang Yutang also looked at her with puzzled eyes.

Song Qingtian suddenly remembered the last scolding scene in the dream, could it be that the words of the scolding in my dream were shouted.

At this moment, seeing Yang Yuting's annoyed look, the scene of her torturing herself and humiliating herself in a dream came to mind, and she couldn't help but have a plan.

"Yang Yuting, what did you say I scolded you? You tell me again, I really don't remember, I don't think I probably scolded you. ”

Yang Yuting grabbed her and didn't let go, "Song Qingtian, you just scolded me for being a ruthless, heinous, insidious and cunning, vicious and crazy woman, scolding me for not dying!" The whole class heard it, the teacher heard it, and you still want to quibble? ”

As soon as Yang Yuting's words fell, her classmates burst into laughter.