Lanling County, Xueming Community, at night, the clouds and rain gradually receive.

Yang Xiaoxue and Yang Xiaoming came to the gate of the community.

The old man of security guard Zhou opened his worried eyes and saw the brothers and sisters surnamed Yang, and he always felt that there was something different from usual.

Immediately, Old Man Zhou's eyes widened, and he said dumbfounded: "Xiaoxue, are you doing with your feet?" ”

Yang Xiaoxue nodded happily.

Old man Zhou asked suspiciously, "When is it good?" ”

When I said this, I felt that I didn't want Yang Xiaoxue to recover.

Yang Xiaoxue pouted, glanced back at Yang Xiaoming, and then said, "Grandpa Zhou, I don't know what's going on, anyway, it's naturally fine,"

Old man Zhou felt that his brain cells were not enough, "motor neuronescence", it would be fine so soon, it would be fine, you are teasing my old man.

Although the old man has no education, he has also received Dahua's "nine-year compulsory education" and has an officially certified junior high school graduation certificate.

If "motor neuropremature aging" can be natural, then what is it called "incurable disease".

Old man Zhou shook his head, strange things happen every year, and there are especially many this year.

"Then congratulations on your recovery."

"Your grandma went out to pick you up, didn't you meet you?"

Yang Xiaoxue shook her head, it seemed that something had gone wrong.

Immediately, Yang Xiaoxue took out her mobile phone and dialed her grandmother's number.

"Hey"

"Grandma, I'm home, and so is my brother."

“……”

"I'll be right back."

The other party hung up the phone with obvious excitement, presumably in a hurry to go home to visit her missing grandson.

Old man Zhou, only then did he see Yang Xiaoming behind Yang Xiaoxue.

"Xiaoming is also back, so hurry up and close the case, the police have come several times."

"Xiaoming, where have you been lately? Why don't you say a word to your family? ”

Yang Xiaoming smiled awkwardly, and said with an excuse that had already been made up: "I went out for a walk, but I didn't expect to lose my phone and wallet, so I lost contact, and I trouble you to be old." ”

Old man Zhou nodded.

Yang Xiaoming continued: "Grandpa Zhou, let's go back first." ”

"Hmm."

Yang Xiaoming's house.

Yang Xiaoming, who returned home, looked at familiar things, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

Maybe I don't know when I'm going to bury my bones, well, it's a bone heterogene.

Recalling the main god stream, the protagonist in the infinite stream novel, killing zombies, cultivating internal strength, flying eaves and walking walls, shattering the void, immortality, and eternal immortality.

Looking back, a small anime world almost returned to Loulan, it turned out that the time travel was not fun, and the life of the reincarnator was not easy.

At that time, I chose "Yes".

However, looking at the bouncing sister at this time, there were a little ripples in my heart.

That's not a bad thing at all.

Time passes.

The news of Yang Xiaoming's safe return was gradually accepted by his family.

Of course, there is no shortage of blame.

But the joy of double happiness makes people forget the unpleasantness.

……

Yang Xiaoming's bedroom.

Yang Xiaoming sat silently in front of the computer, looking at the mountains of exam materials and sighing.

Ming: "Xiaoming, you disturbed my rest." ”

"Uh, don't you just need to sleep four hours a day?"

"Human beings, isn't there an idiom of 'recuperating', a good rest helps to maintain high-intensity combat effectiveness."

"Xiaoming, what's bothering?"

"The college entrance examination is approaching, and my grades have always been bad."

Minghua has two little feet and walks around the computer desk very cutely.

"Seven days, excluding the necessary four hours of rest, for a total of 140 hours, with an average of 23.33 hours of study per subject."

"It's not clear how easy it will be yet, but it should be enough for me to learn a foreign language overnight."

Yang Xiaoming was dumbfounded: "What do you mean?" ”

Ming said coldly: "Xiaoming, I am in a state of symbiosis with you, and mutual benefit is one of the basic principles of our relationship. ”

After Ming said this, he began to look through various materials.

Yang Xiaoming couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he saw the hard work, so he had to silently flip through a math book and start reviewing.

Seven days later, No. 1 Middle School.

Yang Xiaoming prepared the examination equipment, brought the admission ticket, and walked silently towards the examination room.

At this moment, a disgusting voice came from behind.

"Isn't this Yang Xiaoming, who ran away from home, why did he come to take the college entrance examination?"

Yang Xiaoming looked back and saw that it was his classmate Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Isn't this 'Xiaoqiang', still alive."

Wang Xiaoqiang pointed at Yang Xiaoming angrily and laughed: "Just the tail of a crane and you are still here to take the college entrance examination, are you here to lower the class score line, or to lower the age score line, or to lower the county score line." ”

Yang Xiaoming stroked his hand, "It's really a 'Xiaoqiang' who can't be killed." ”

"You are a scumbag, what are you proud of, you will sweep the streets in the future."

"Huh."

Yang Xiaoming ignored Wang Xiaoqiang and continued to walk towards the examination room.

In a no-man's land, Yang Xiaoming put his right hand next to his ear and asked Ming, "Ming, how sure are you that you can get a high score." ”

"The host is in a state of anger, which is not conducive to physical and mental health, and the host is advised to adjust his emotions."

"Well, that's not the point."

"In the past seven days, six disciplines, the only thing that puzzled me was 'language', among which the word 'lyrical' made me wonder the most, language is a tool, why should there be such a thing as 'lyricism'."

"Okay, let's go to the exam first."

Room 51, Mathematics.

Yang Xiaoming gently opened the test paper, and made choices, filled in the blanks, calculated questions, dialectical questions, and so on.

With his right palm facing the test paper, Ming immediately memorized all the questions.

After a while, the black pen was automatically picked up in his right hand and began to answer questions quickly.

A、C、D……

Fifteen minutes didn't arrive, and the math paper was full of answers.

Yang Xiaoming was full of shock, that's fine, will it be wrong.

Although Yang Xiaoming doesn't know much about mathematics, he can still check whether it is right or wrong through the answering steps.

……

Five minutes later.

Yang Xiaoming looked at his right hand.

"It's awesome."

"I'm a scholar, no, I'm a scholar."

"I'm kind of open, open, open, well, it's really open."

……

The next few subjects were easily passed.

Finally, it was the turn of the language test on this day.

Please write an essay on the topic of "feelings", and the style is not limited.

Yang Xiaoming's right hand didn't move, and on the scratch paper next to him, four words "don't understand feelings" came out of the "uproar".

"Who the fuck understands feelings." Yang Xiaoming bit the pen, and suddenly felt like he was eating Xiang.

"Plug-ins, there are times when I am confused."

Yang Xiaoming had no choice but to rack his brains, and an article about "feelings" finally came out.

……

A month later.

Yang Xiaoming's homeroom teacher, Shen Hui, received a transcript of college entrance examination scores.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his cheeks.

"712 points"

Shen Hui picked up the phone and dialed the college entrance examination score consultation center.

"Hey, hello, can you help me check Yang Xiaoming's college entrance examination results."

"712 points."

"You're sure."

"Sure."

"Sure."

"Really, really sure."

"Toot toot."

The other party seemed to be unable to tolerate Shen Hui's doubts about his professionalism, and hung up the phone very angrily.

Shen Hui looked at the name Yang Xiaoming and fell into memory.

Yang Xiaoming, a student, has been missing for two months, and he has already given up in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it was a blockbuster, and suddenly it gave people a feeling of amazement.

"Could it be that I am so confused that I can even recognize this peerless demon."

"Do geniuses like to keep a low profile?"

"Do children nowadays like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers?"

……

Yang Xiaoming was also stunned when he saw the college entrance examination transcript in his hand.

"Ming, you're really a demon."

"Well, you are indeed a demon."