Huaxia, Yunkou City.

The fourth senior high school, three classes in three years.

Zheng Gen stared at the little old man on the podium who was spitting frantically with a look of disbelief.

Wait, isn't this my high school homeroom teacher?

Suddenly, his eyes were glazed, and his jaw almost fell on the desk.

The blackboard was filled with a lot of sentences that I only knew the words but didn't understand what they meant.

"The broad-leaved gene of Xuanbing grass is the dominant gene relative to its narrow-leaf gene."

"The bitter vine contained in bitter vine can regulate the symptoms of vertigo caused by wormwood."

"Penglai Spirit Frog's Inner Dan shows fire attribute below five hundred degrees, and above five hundred degrees, it will become a thunder attribute."

......

What's this mess about?

Don't say that you claim to be half a scholar, even if you are a scholar, you can't understand it, right?

One second, I was still in the dormitory all night, anxious about the defense of the thesis, why did I appear here in the next second?

Looking at everything familiar around me, it was obvious that I was back in the classroom of my third year of high school.

The people around him have not changed, and the salivary glands of the head teacher are still so developed.

Zheng Gen stretched out his hand and pinched Wang Yan, the fat man at the same table, who was sleeping on the desk.

"Whew!"

Wang Yan's face was full of red marks from his arms, and his mouth was full of saliva. Because of the pain, I woke up suddenly.

I felt a pen on the table in a daze, and I didn't care about the pen in my hand and scribbled straight to the textbook.

It seems that there is no dreaming......

But......

Before Zheng Gen was finished, a snow-white object flew over with a "whoosh".

Precisely landed on Zheng Gen's shoulder.

"Zheng Gen, Wang Yan! What are the two of you doing in class? ”

"If you don't listen to lectures in class, what will you do to cope with the college entrance examination? Students..."

Yes, this head teacher Lao Yan is about to start a long lecture again.

"If you don't do well in the college entrance examination, you won't be able to get into a good university, and if you can't get into a good university, you won't be able to find a good job. If you can't find a good job, what are you going to compete with those rich second generations and immortal second generations? Take my alchemy course as an example, if you learn it well, you will at least be able to find a serious job in an alchemy company when you get to society. ”

"I know what you're thinking, tomorrow it's time to test the spiritual root uniformly. I was hoping that I could awaken a top-level spiritual root to be favored by those big sects and big companies, and sign a sky-high contract, classmates..."

"How can there be so many geniuses in this world? Isn't it more like your parents and your teachers and me to find an ordinary job and live a peaceful life. ”

.....

Right! Right! Right! That's the smell! That's right!

Zheng Gen sighed in his heart full of nostalgia.

Wait a minute!

Alchemy? Cultivating immortals? Sect?

Hiss?

Jung Geun seems to have spotted a blind spot.

Then look at the stack of books on my desk: "Elementary Alchemy", "Elementary Beast Technique", "Cultivation and Picking of Ordinary Spirit Plants", "Supplementary Exercises (Demon Beast Language) First Semester of Senior High School", "Accompany You to Learn (Fu Gong) Advanced Edition"...

......

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Zheng Gen's mind buzzed, and it went blank.

"Zheng Gen, Wang Yan. Especially the two of you..."

It wasn't until the head teacher called his name that he reacted.

"You two will come to my office after class, and now continue with class. We've just talked about the effects of witherin on..."

"Damn! I told you to call me, who told you to pinch me? I'll sleep a little longer..."

Wang Yan wiped his saliva on his sleeve indiscriminately and continued to fall asleep.

Zheng Gen ignored him, and looked down at the table in a daze, digesting the sudden change.

He is also an old networm who has been immersed in the Internet for many years, and it is naturally not strange to travel to another world to kill enemies and fight monsters, and to be reborn to realize his dreams when he was a child.

But when this kind of thing really happened to me, it was still unbelievable.

I'm really back in my third year of high school...

But how can this senior year of high school still change the magic change?

What the hell is cultivating immortals?

And he hasn't inherited any memory of this world!

Although there are still so many people around me, all the subjects that can be studied have changed!

How can you use the four years of college time you have more than other classmates to pretend to be forced?

But then again, with my college knowledge, it's not necessarily more than when I was in my third year of high school...

Ding Ling Ling Ling...

The familiar bell rang on time.

The head teacher beckoned to Zheng Gen, and then left without looking back.

Putting away his thoughts, Zheng Gen rubbed his temples and pulled up Wang Yan, the tablemate and friend of Zhou Gong next to him.

"Huh?" Wang Yan looked at Zheng Gen with sleepy eyes and asked a pig-like question. "What?"

"Go to Lao Yan's office."

"Oh."

Walking out of the classroom, Zheng Gen carefully looked at the scenery outside.

The structure of the school as a whole is not much different from what I remember.

It's just that the terrazzo floor on the ground has become gray bricks with cloud-like patterns. The Einstein and Edison hanging on the wall were replaced by immortals with crane hair and childish faces that I didn't know? At that time, the students in the corridor liked to discuss the masturbation and love blessing as soon as they arrived at the recess, and they all changed what immortal method, what beast pet, and more of the awakening ceremony that will be held tomorrow?

With their memories, Zheng Gen and the others soon came to the door of the office.

The saliva marks on Wang Yan's face were also quickly washed away when he passed by the bathroom.

Bang bang, Zheng Geun knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in." A voice as gentle and crisp as a lark sounded inside.

Pushing open the door, I found that the old class had just sat down, drinking tea with a utensil that looked like a thermos cup.

However, Zheng Gen's attention was almost instantly attracted by the voice that had just said to invite in.

At a table near the door, sat a female teacher with a graceful and beautiful figure.

Zheng Gen had a deep impression of her, and her name was Mao Yufei. Because this teacher was parachuted into their school when he was a sophomore in high school, he served as the homeroom teacher for the second class next door, and also served as the English teacher of their class.

The arrival of this female teacher can be said to have brought a sensation to the whole school, not because of anything else, but because of one word: beauty!

Thinking that this Teacher Mao was the dream lover of many teenagers in this school, even Zheng Gen, who was extremely sullen in high school, once bluntly said that he liked the type of Teacher Mao Yufei.

However, at that time, there were rumors that this teacher Mao had already been engaged to a son-in-law above, and teaching at the school was just a matter of brushing up on qualifications.

When Zheng Gen was admitted to the university, there was naturally no news, and I don't know what happened to this teacher Mao in the end.

I saw that her long black and beautiful hair was noblely coiled, dignified and elegant, and her jade-like cheeks were inlaid with two sparkling eyes like stars, which were as beautiful as hibiscus out of water.

And maybe it's the reason why this world can cultivate immortals, and her body exudes an inexplicable immortal aura.

Zheng Gen and Wang Yan are both crazy to watch.

"Ahem." Lao Ban looked at the demented expressions of these two boys, and interrupted angrily: "You two are here?" ”

Zheng Gen scratched his head embarrassedly, and his elbow hit Wang Yan, who was still a nymphomaniac.

The two hurriedly walked to their homeroom teacher.