Chapter 1: Return to high school

The wind in the morning is a bit cool, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of osmanthus.
Ning Zhen tightened the strap of his schoolbag and stared at the gate of City A No. 3 Middle School in a daze. The red electronic subtitles on the right side of the door slid flashingly-on June 23, 201x, Wednesday, 07:21, good morning, students.
The situation is exactly the same, really... the third middle school three years ago. Even though it has been a week since rebirth, Ning Zhen still feels that everything around him is absurd.
She stayed on the left side of the gate, and the school gate gradually became lively, and students walked into the campus in groups talking and laughing. At this point in time, all day students should come to school.
Ning Zhen stood concealed, but the sharp-eyed students couldn't help but glance at her several times.
The students are all wearing summer uniforms, the same styles for men and women, with a v-neck blue shirt and black pants, which are wide and large. Ning Zhen looked out of place. She was carrying a schoolbag and tied a ponytail. She was wearing a white cotton and linen skirt and a pair of white sneakers on her feet, showing her slender and white calves.
Ning Zhen also wore a light blue mask on his face, covering most of his face, with bangs hanging down on his forehead, only a pair of eyes were exposed.
Many people looked at her, Ning Zhen felt uncomfortable and looked down at her white sneakers.
His eyes were suddenly covered by someone, and the person behind him deliberately murmured: "Guess who I am?"
Ning Zhen held her wrist, and said softly and softly: "Tong Jia, stop making trouble, you're going to be late." Tong Jia let go of her hand with a smile, and walked around Ning Zhen, seeing the mask on her face. He took a breath: "Zhen Zhen, what's wrong with you? Have you caught a cold?"
Ning Zhen said, "Let's go in." She went to school the first day, and it was not good to be late.
Tong Jia was a little worried about her: "Is the cold very serious? Your voice is also a little dumb. How could Uncle Ning agree to come to school? Hey, since you are so powerful, it doesn't matter if you come a few days later."
Ning Zhen is not good at lying, she has vaguely covered this topic. On the way to the teaching building, Tong Jia couldn’t help being excited and talking all the way:
It’s great that you can come to the third middle school. Your previous school was too strict. The evening self-study has to go to 10:40. Not for people!"
"Although the grades of the third middle school are not better than the first middle school, but you are free! Zhen Zhen, you are in the seventh class, I will tell you, how many men in your class grow up to be super handsome, hahaha is the face value responsible for our grade. I heard that several people are very mixed, smoking and fighting puppies, doing everything, and the dean is so angry that they don't care about them."
"Hey, Zhen Zhen." Tong Jia suddenly leaned to her ear, "You quietly take a few pictures of those boys and pass them to me, OK? If you can't take everyone, you can take Lu Zhi That’s fine. Last time I saw a profile photo of Lu Zhi on Dong Xue’s micro-phone. My sky is so handsome!"
Ning Zhen's knuckles were pale, and when he heard the name "Lu Zhi", his breathing stopped. She shook her head: "I don't bring a mobile phone to school." So there is no way to take pictures.
Tong Jia sighed regretfully: "Oh, I forgot, you are all strictly controlled and you are not allowed to bring mobile phones."
As the two little girls were talking, the teaching building was here, Ning Zhen's classroom was on the second floor, and Tong Jia was on the far right of the third floor. She waved at Ning Zhen: "I'm coming to you after class."
Like a little rabbit, Tong Jia jumped upstairs, and soon disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
Ning Zhen went to the teacher's office first. There were only two teachers in the office, one was preparing lessons and the other got up to collect water. Ning Zhen shouted a report, and the female teacher preparing for the lesson raised her eyes and looked at her: "Ning Zhen?"
"It's me, good teacher Song." She was a little cautious. After all, she hadn't seen this teacher in three years. Song Baoyun treated her very well back then, but unfortunately she disappointed Teacher Song later and never contacted her again.
Song Baoyun smiled gently and glanced at the mask on her face: "Xu Qian told me that you came today, how are you doing?"
Xu Qian is the grade director of the third high school and Ning Zhen's stepmother. Song Baoyun knew that this relationship was embarrassing, so she only mentioned it lightly.
"Thank you, Teacher Song, for your concern, it's all right. It's just a bit...a cold." Under the mask, her face was red because of lying.
Ning Zhen looked at the delicate and weak voice, and Song Baoyun had no doubt that the child had been in a car accident before, and it was said that it was quite serious. It would be nice to be able to go to school so soon. She explained to Ning Zhen: "After class you go to the logistics department to get a school uniform. The size may be a bit big. If it doesn't fit, take it back and change it."
Song Baoyun was busy preparing for the lesson and asked Ning Zhen to sit on the chair next to her for a while.
The class bell rang at eight o'clock, and Ning Zhen followed Song Baoyun to the classroom. Song Baoyun stood on the podium and cleared her throat: "Be quiet, classmates. Today, a new classmate has arrived in class. First, ask her to introduce herself. Everyone is welcome."
Sparse applause rang out, and countless curious eyes fell on Ning Zhen.
"My name is Ning Zhen, I would rather that "Ning", whose Ye Zhenzhen's "Zhen"", I am very happy to study with everyone. "Ning Zhen said with a hoarse voice, and made a standard short introduction, restraining his gaze from looking at the first row.
There was another round of applause.
The old fan in the classroom creaked, and the girl in a white dress stood on the podium, her eyelashes trembling uneasy.
In the middle of the first row, a boy is sleeping on the table. Neither applause made him look up.
Ning Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, finally a little different. After she introduced herself in the previous life, the boy raised his head from his arms, and his narrow and clear eyes looked at her up and down and clapped lazily.
Someone underneath whispered: "She is wearing a mask, not sure if she looks good or not."
"What kind of mask do you wear when you look good? You've shown your face early, are you stupid?"
"But her legs are so thin and white, they should look good."
Song Baoyun kept everyone quiet, glanced around the classroom, and finally fell on the sleeping boy. He patted the desk vigorously: "Lu Zhi, how long have you been in class, haven't you heard?"
In the last row of the classroom, Chen Dongshu poked Lin Zichuan: "Brother Zhi has played all night again?"
Lin Zichuan smiled gleefully: "Ang."
"Brother 666."
The lecture table was shot rumblingly, and the person lying on the table moved, and finally had a reaction, opened his eyes and straightened up.
All eyes fell on him.
Lu Zhi frowned and glanced at the head teacher, his eyes falling on the new classmate.
With just a glance, he moved his eyes away with a sense of excitement. Ning Zhen's eyes brightened. Does this life prove that he is not interested in her?
There was only one vacant seat in the classroom. The place where Ning Zhen had been sitting in the previous life was in the second-to-last row next to the wall, surrounded by piles of scum, often "smoky", and cigarette butts. Fortunately, I changed positions within a week.
She quietly waited for Song Baoyun to speak for her to sit over.
Song Baoyun turned a corner when she spoke, and glanced at Lu Zhi with sleepy eyes.
"Lu Zhi, you sit back and don't sleep anymore. Ning Zhen, you sit in his seat."
Sometimes the butterfly effect is so wonderful, if a little detail changes, the future will not follow the established trajectory.
Lu Zhi raised his eyebrows, and before he moved, the curly-haired girl at the same table changed his face.
Ning Zhen was also a little dazed, and looked over blankly. She never thought of robbing him, she wished not to contaminate him at all.
Fortunately, Lu Zhi didn't like the "special throne" in the first row. The teacher forced him in his ears, and he couldn't sleep peacefully. Spit Xingzi splashed on his arm from time to time, and he was slammed out of the door several times.
Lu Zhi took out the PSP game console inside the table, got up, and walked slowly back without seeing the new classmate who had robbed him of his position.
He was wearing a white shirt with three buttons unbuttoned from his collar, revealing his collarbone. The handsome young man, with his lazy and stubborn temperament, attracted a lot of bright and secret eyes without knowing it.
Walking to the last row of the classroom, a group of friends started to booze.
"Welcome executive brother back to the organization."
"It's not easy to hold on to brother, and finally get out of the sea of ​​suffering, come to the embrace of brothers, and take you to fly together.
Accompanied by several whistles.
Lu Zhi bowed his eyebrows and uttered a word: "Get out."
To Lin Zichuan again: "Sit in."
Lin Zichuan got up and moved away and let him sit outside. Seven classes and two fighters joined together smoothly.
Ning Zhen had already sat down in Lu Zhi's original seat, his body temperature still remaining on the stool, coming up from her hips, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, let's start the lecture now. Turn to page 98 of the textbook, and proceed to the exercise of Example 2..."
Song Baoyun started to lecture, and Ning Zhen quickly took out the math textbook and water-based pen from her schoolbag.
When the schoolbag was stuffed into the desk, she encountered obstacles. She looked down and found that Lu Zhi's book was still inside. It seemed that there were a dozen brand-new books in it.
There is also a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A few pink envelopes were scattered around, it should be a love letter that Lu Zhi hadn't had time to throw away.
Ning Zhen paused, put his schoolbag on his lap, and began to listen to the class seriously.
Lin Zichuan pushed the shoulders of the people around him: "Ji Fei's birthday on Friday, are you going?"
Lu Zhi played games all night, his head was sore, his head was buried in his arms: "Don't go."
Lin Zichuan was a little embarrassed. He agreed to Ji Fei and called Lu Zhi over on Friday night. Lu Zhi's indifferent appearance was obviously not at all interested.
Alas, irritability.
The bell rang after class, and the classroom became lively. Lu Zhi was asleep, but he did not fall asleep at all.
He bent his index finger and rubbed his temples with his knuckles. Subconsciously touched the desk without touching the smoke.
Only then did he remember that he changed positions with a girl, and he took nothing except the phone in his pocket and the PSP on the table.
Lu Zhi raised his head, his pure black eyes, deep and brilliant, fell on the thin girl in the first row.