In mid-November, the school organizes midterm exams. Somehow, the news was known by the master, and An Xiaoqi, who was on vacation, was ordered by the master to take the exam. Although he was reluctant, his little arms couldn't twist his thick legs, and An Xiaoqi had to give the work in his hands to the long-tongued boss, and went down the mountain with the schoolbag prepared by the god of food on his back.

The heavy schoolbag was on An Xiaoqi's back, light and weightless. HelloKitty with a pink bow on her bag is grinning. An Xiaoqi's face was blue, and 10,000 alpacas roared past in his heart, his footsteps did not stop, and he went all the way away.

After walking more than ten miles down the mountain, I took a motorcycle for a long distance and finally got on a bus with people and goods. When he paid the money, the driver couldn't help but laugh: Although he is white and delicate, and a little handsome, this kid is a boy after all, right? Carrying a cute schoolbag is still too thunderous! There is a kind of contrast and cuteness.

Damn, I'm so angry! An Xiaoqi gritted his teeth and found a place to sit down, looking left and right. I saw a peasant uncle in the opposite row, with two rough bags at his feet, which are the kind of large plastic bags common in the countryside, thick and rough, characterized by sturdy, especially able to hold. From the open opening of the bag, it can be seen that one contains sweet potatoes and the other contains potatoes, but there are not many, half a bag each.

Under the master's laissez-faire situation, An Xiaoqi pretended to be a public and private person and went on the road with 2,000 yuan, which is already a huge amount of money in the local area, not to mention the round-trip expenses, food and lodging, even if he lives in the school for half a semester. He is a cultivator, and the use of money in the world must become smaller and smaller, so he has no intention of saving it. So An Xiaoqi took out twenty from his pocket, pointed to the bag on the ground, and said to the farmer uncle, "Excuse me, do you sell this bag?"

Buying a bag instead of buying potatoes and red potatoes? This is not a thing! The weather-faced old man reflexively doubled the price, asking for forty, and after getting An Xiaoqi's approval, he simply poured the sweet potatoes into the potato bag, and took the sweet potato bag out of the car window and shook it, and a burst of dust flew up. In the enthusiastic scolding of the backseat passengers, the old man handed the bag to An Xiaoqi without changing his face.

Thumbs up to the old man convincingly, An Xiaoqi bowed his head, took out the textbooks and exercise books in the schoolbag, and then stuffed the pink schoolbag into the deepest part of the pocket without hesitation, and swept the book into it - after all, even if the schoolbag is made a cameo in a plastic pocket, it is stronger than the pink one!

I haven't touched a junior high school textbook for more than ten years, and to be honest, I can't remember too much. Common subjects like math and English are fine, and he is more confident. Chemistry and physics must be reviewed in order to get through the danger, and the rest of the situation is more complicated: the liberal arts are often classed, and there is not much of a problem, while the history of the liberal arts, which is also a tragic death.

In his previous life, because of his work, he had specially trained shorthand, and the accuracy of his memory was already quite basic. In this life, even more of the factor of cultivating immortals, An Xiaoqi learned things very quickly. After a few stops, he read about one history book, and he threw it into his pocket, took out another and read it.

Unlike when he was flipping through the deduction exercises in his mind, his head felt like it was going to explode, and An Xiaoqi seemed quite easy to read these books. After swaying and undulating all the way, for more than an hour, the bus stopped in a town, An Xiaoqi got off the bus with a big bag on his back, and finished reading another book.

The bus kicked up a puff of dust and drove away, and there was a sign on the iron gate across the road: Shanhui Town No. 1 Middle School.

On the left side of the iron gate is a stationery shop, on the right is a copy shop, and next to it, there is a fast food restaurant. Across the road, the kebab chef who occupies the road is steaming hot. The stall owner who sold small spicy noodles looked at him with an unkind face.

The surrounding bustling environment seems to be far away, and the bustle has quieted down, An Xiaoqi seems to be on an isolated island, which is a different feeling from the master's magnification of stagnant time and space, it is a reappearance of yesterday, an unreal trance.

Standing in place, standing for five minutes, An Xiaoqi suddenly smiled and stepped forward.

I rushed to the town before dawn, and I arrived at school in the middle of the day, and it was quite fast! At this time, I was just in time for the school to end, and a swarm of students rushed out giggling. In this case, An Xiaoqi, who was moving against the tide of history, squeezed the crowd and rushed into the school in the opposite direction....Who could have squeezed him? He was almost not squeezed back to the school! In the chaos of the soldiers, and the people turned on their backs, he successfully bypassed the sight of the security guards and entered the campus with a big bag on his back -- or he had to be stopped and interrogated.

When you enter the school, there is a big football field, no one is playing on the court, and there are people sweating on the basketball on the other side. An Xiaoqi didn't stay, went up the stairs and went straight to the teacher's office, and the surrounding students looked at An Xiaoqi who was like a blind stream and was stunned.

Entering the office of the second grade of junior high school, just in time for the teachers to get off work, the teachers walked out in twos and threes with their rice bowls, and as soon as An Xiaoqi came in, he took a photo with a teacher.

In my memory, the image of Si Swenwen, a female teacher wearing glasses, jumped out of the memory at once and merged with the person in front of him. The female teacher is not very old, combed with two braids, not very beautiful, but has a simple touch. Seeing An Xiaoqi come in, her first reaction was to ignore him, obviously she didn't recognize him at all, and was about to go around him with a rice bowl, but was stopped by An Xiaoqi.

"Teacher Zuo, I'm here for the exam. ”

Teacher Zuo stood still, and the sweat from the tip of his nose fell to the ground. She looked at the child in front of her and was sure it was a student, not a fertilizer seller—even though he looked like one with a pocket like that.

She raised her glasses, squinted her eyes, and looked hard, as carefully as if she were studying the cultural relics unearthed from Mawangdui, and then finally saw some familiar traces on An Xiaoqi's face. She took a long breath, her eyes widened, and her voice was almost out of shape: "You are really An Xiaoqi!"

The young man in front of him had red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were confident and composed. In addition, he has a delicate appearance, a well-proportioned and strong physique, and neat clothes, which is completely different from the dark-faced, skinny and chicken-like student in Mr. Zuo's memory.

An Xiaoqi didn't know what to say, so he simply took out his student ID card from his pocket and showed it to the teacher to prove that 'I am me'. At this time, several teachers who were going to eat came over and looked at An Xiaoqi in amazement. An Xiaoqi was a topic of conversation at school, and he became a role model for a scholar with his poverty, and there were many teachers who knew him, so it was lively when he came around.

"Why have you changed so much, the eighteenth male college has changed?"

"Didn't you say that you had cholera and were taking leave to recuperate, and you came here specifically for the exam?"

"How do you carry this bag? It's so ugly to walk around at school!"

There are many questions and criticisms, An Xiaoqi dealt with them casually, and it didn't take much effort, so he finally coped with it. The large plastic bag used as a schoolbag was thrown in the office, and the head teacher, Mr. Zuo, called An Xiaoqi to go to the cafeteria to eat together.

During the meal, Mr. Zuo still had many questions, but An Xiaoqi effortlessly made up stories to make do with the past. And this meal also made him a little uncomfortable: there were meat and vegetarian meals, which seemed to him to be rare and delicious a few months ago, but now that he is used to eating the treasures made by Uncle Food, it really tastes like chewing wax. What's even worse is that the food contains very little energy, and it can't meet his needs at all.

According to the nameless exercises, there is too little energy and too much residue in ordinary food. If you want to rely on these foods to refine qi, you have to spend a lot of time on the toilet, and the gains outweigh the losses.

In the township middle school, the top-notch students are still very favored by the teacher, so although he has not come to school for a long time, the teacher is not too difficult for him, and he smoothly enters the classroom in the afternoon, which naturally causes a sensation.

The skinny little black duckling turned around gorgeously and turned into a good-looking half-sized guy, which was unbelievable. When the teacher introduced, the classroom was in an uproar, and the students were all attracted by his image and couldn't take their eyes off it. Under the watchful eye, An Xiaoqi walked by with a bag on her back, so eye-catching, a female classmate couldn't control her emotions and read it word by word.

"Chang super big brand fertilizer - Daoxian No. 2 Nitrogen Fertilizer Plant. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and the teacher wanted to soothe him, but he couldn't hold back his laughter, and the classroom was filled with happy air.

The midterm exam will start tomorrow, and An Xiaoqi will start to review, no matter what, there is only one day, so he has to race against time.

The midterm exam lasted for two days, and from this exam, he completely walked towards the dividing line of his previous life: his previous life in this school was basically a few months ago, so this exam was a new beginning for him.

After the two-day exam, curious students gathered around and asked questions. It's a pity that I haven't seen him for more than ten years, An Xiaoqi can't even tell who these classmates are, and they are all vague and confused, and people don't come to harass him much when they see him like this. Then he ran to the head teacher and said that he was going to ask for leave again and leave the school.

Originally, when Mr. Zuo was invigilating the exam, he was relieved to see that he answered well, and his academic bully was undiminished. As a result, the results haven't come out yet, this guy is going to run again, and he almost died of anger, so he naturally slapped the table and didn't agree. An Xiaoqi was not in a hurry, and told him the answer that had been prepared for a long time, only saying that now that he has changed his guardian, it is a blessing not to lose school, and he can only choose to go back to help, and he will work hard to learn by himself. Teacher Zuo repeatedly threatened to visit his home, but he still couldn't stop him, and the kid still fled.

A few days later, before he had time to visit his home, Mr. Zuo received a call from a middle-aged man (played by Uncle Food), who claimed to be An Xiaoqi's new guardian, saying that An Xiaoqi's foot was broken and he had to recuperate at home, and this time it might be longer, hoping to be accommodating;

But he said that An Xiaoqi got the exam and returned to the mountain to be his small farmhouse boss, all kinds of happiness, and his strength has steadily improved; since he got the exercises, he feels as if he has some more skills, but the feeling is hazy and he can't see clearly. Fortunately, the strength brought by the treasure material was still there, and soon he regained the strength of his heyday.

The power of his heyday still couldn't make him refine his sense of qi, but An Xiaoqi, who was used to being abused, could also deal with it indifferently. The immense power of the fantasy also gave him a kind of dominance like moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, making him feel omnipotent, and also diluting the frustration of being abused.