It was the fate of this body.

The sun is so hot that it burns people's eyes, and 'Chi Xiao' was thrown into the Comic Con by someone with a heavy cos, which is not a punishment for ordinary people, but the owner of this body is a thin-skinned fool.

The gaze and attention of outsiders were like needles stuck in his body to him, and he was extremely unwell on the way back to school from Comic Con, and his inner shame and physical discomfort made him run around the streets like a stranded fish, losing his mind.

He didn't wait for the only teacher who cared about him to become a ghost under the wheels at a distance of a hundred meters from the school gate.

He is like a cowardly sandworm who can't see the light, he just wants to live his life silently in his dark corner, he doesn't dare to offend anyone, he doesn't dare to like anyone, he thinks he has never done anything wrong, but he is regarded as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh by Han Bo's group.

Because he doesn't know that some sluts just like to bully things that seem fragile and harmless.

I vaguely heard Han Bo discussing something with his classmates again, the teacher was too noisy, and he only heard a few key words, 'review', 'five thousand words', and Chi Xiao's scourge.

Chi Xiao thought that human life was cheap enough in his world, but he didn't expect that in this so-called civilized society, human life was only a few thousand words of review.

Interesting, interesting.

Unconsciously, the pen in Chixiao's hand actually slowly wrote one name after another on the notebook, and the strokes fell extremely heavy, penetrating the back of the paper, with a strong hatred.

This is the owner of this body who has reached a tacit agreement with him.

System Jun howled in his head: Don't be impulsive, dear! Remember that your task is to help the male protagonist get the promotion rate of this class, not for you to kill his students!

Chixiao: If you kill a few people with poor grades, won't the average rate go up?

System Jun: [Dear dear, you are reminiscing about it, this is a small class of top students composed of the top 30 students in the grade, and none of them have poor grades. 】

Chixiao didn't believe it, but those fragments of memory proved that this was the case.

[So it's absolutely impossible to die, you have to use love to influence Oh dear.] 】

Fuck your mother's love.

The next week seems to be because of the need to write a review, Han Bo and the others have been in peace for a few days, and Chi Xiao is also frantically repairing his waste-like body, eating three meals a day, physical training that does not fall in the morning, noon and evening, and no longer nesting on the seat to do test papers for ten minutes between classes, but tying his shoelaces and running upstairs and downstairs.

Early morning.

He went for a morning jog on the school road and met Si Yan again.

As a Chinese teacher, he doesn't need to use any physical strength, but if he takes over the work of a class teacher, he must put physical training on the agenda, and if he is unfortunate enough to take over the third year of high school, he must not stop three times a day.

From the beginning of meeting him only once, to now three times a day, if it weren't for the fact that his body couldn't bear it, Chixiao really wished he could run with him on the playground twenty-four hours a day, he really liked the feeling of walking side by side to death, but this body was too waste......

At the end of the three thousand meters, he was lying on the edge of the flower bed and couldn't move.

Si Yan stopped in front of him, his white sportswear fluttering in the wind.

"Come on."

I saw that the man spread out his palm in front of him, and the temperature of his palm was the only bit of sincerity and kindness left to him in this world.