Chapter 1: Returning to the Second Year of High School
Lu Zhi raised an eyebrow, and before he could make a move, his deskmate, a girl with curly hair, changed her expression.
Alright, now we will begin the lesson. Please turn to page 98 of the textbook, and we will continue with example 2 of this exercise
Ning Zhen is not good at lying; she vaguely brushed over this topic. On the way to the teaching building, Tong Jia couldn't contain her excitement and kept talking: "It's great that you can come to the Third Middle School. Your previous school was too strict; evening study sessions lasted until 10:40 PM, it was simply unbearable!"
The podium was struck with a loud bang, and the person leaning on the table stirred slightly, finally showing some reaction, opening their eyes and sitting up straight
The morning breeze carries a slight chill, and a faint fragrance of osmanthus permeates the air
Lu Zhi lowered his brows and uttered a single word: "Get lost"
Lu Zhi played games all night, his head throbbing, burying his head in the crook of his arm: "I won't go."
There is only one vacant seat in the classroom, located against the wall in the second-to-last row, the very spot where Ning Zhen sat upon her arrival in her previous life. Surrounded by a group of underachievers, it was often "shrouded in smoke," littered with cigarette butts. Fortunately, she changed her seat within a week.
There are whispers below: "She is wearing a mask, so I don't know if she is good-looking."
Scattered applause erupted, and countless curious gazes fell upon Ning Zhen
Lu Zhi raised his head, his pure black eyes, deep and bright, fell upon the slender figure of the girl in the front row.
Suddenly, someone covered my eyes, and the person behind me deliberately spoke in a muffled voice: "Guess who I am?"
Lin Zichuan laughed with glee: "Aha."
Ning Zhen first went to the teacher's office, where there were only two teachers. One was preparing lessons, while the other got up to fetch water. Ning Zhen called out, "Report," and the female teacher who was preparing lessons looked up at her and said, "Ning Zhen?"
Song Baoyun was busy preparing her lessons, asking Ning Zhen to sit for a while on the chair beside her
Lu Zhi took out the PSP game console from the desk, stood up, and leisurely walked to the back without looking at the new classmate who had "snatched" his seat.
Tong Jia resembled a little rabbit, hopping and skipping up the stairs, and soon disappeared around the corner of the staircase
Song Baoyun's words took a turn as she glanced at the drowsy Lu Zhi
Ning Zhen responded with a sound, "Let's go in." It was her first day of school, and being late would not be good.
Although Class 3 does not perform as well academically as Class 1, it is free! Zhenzhen, you are in Class 7, and I must tell you that there are several boys in your class who are incredibly handsome, haha, they are the representatives of good looks in our grade. However, I have heard that quite a few of them are quite unruly, smoking, fighting, and engaging in early romantic relationships, they do it all, to the point that the head of the teaching department is so exasperated that he no longer manages them.
Tong Jia was somewhat worried about her: "Is your cold very serious? Your voice sounds a bit hoarse too. How could Uncle Ning agree to let you come to school? Hehe, anyway, you are so capable, it doesn't matter if you come a few days later."
Xu Qian is the head of the senior year at San Zhong, and she is also Ning Zhen's stepmother. Song Baoyun is aware of this awkward relationship and only mentioned it briefly.
The class bell rang, and the classroom suddenly became lively; Lu Zhi was in a light sleep, having not truly fallen asleep at all
As I walked to the last row of the classroom, a group of friends began to make a commotion
Ning Zhen tightened the straps of her backpack, staring blankly at the gate of A City No. 3 Middle School. The red electronic display on the right side of the gate flickered and slid by—June 23, 201x, Wednesday, 07:21, Good morning, students
Ning Zhen let out a sigh of relief, finally feeling a bit different. In her previous life, after she finished her self-introduction, the boy raised his head from the crook of his arm and looked her up and down with his long, clear eyes, lazily applauding her.
Many people were looking at her, and Ning Zhen felt uncomfortable, lowering her head to gaze at her white sneakers
Ning Zhen looked at Jiao Jiao, who appeared delicate and weak, her voice hoarse. Song Baoyun did not have any doubts; after all, this child had been in a car accident, which was said to be quite serious. It was already commendable that she could return to school so soon. She instructed Ning Zhen: "After class, go to the logistics office to collect a set of school uniform. The size might be a bit large; if it really doesn't fit, just take it back to have it altered."
With just a glance, she turned her eyes away in disappointment. Ning Zhen's eyes brightened for a moment; in this lifetime, does it not prove that he has no interest in her
Fortunately, Lu Zhi did not like the 'special throne' in the front row, where the teacher incessantly lectured in his ear, causing him to sleep uneasily. Saliva occasionally splattered onto his arm, and several times he was so disgusted that he stormed out.
Lin Zichuan felt somewhat troubled; he had promised Ji Fei to invite Lu Zhi over on Friday night. Lu Zhi's indifferent demeanor clearly showed that he had no interest at all
"It is I, hello Teacher Song." She felt somewhat reserved; it had been three years since she last saw this teacher. Back then, Song Baoyun treated her very well, but unfortunately, she later disappointed Teacher Song and had not been in contact since.
Tong Jia sighed regretfully: "Alas, I forgot, your school has strict rules and does not allow mobile phones."
The students are all wearing summer uniforms, which are the same for both boys and girls, featuring a V-neck blue top and loose black pants. Ning Zhen appears out of place; she carries a backpack, has her hair tied in a ponytail, and is dressed in a white cotton-linen dress, with a pair of white sneakers on her feet, revealing her slender and fair calves
Lin Zichuan nudged the shoulder of the person next to him and said, "It's Zhou Fei's birthday on Friday, are you going?"
Accompanied by a few whistles
Ning Zhen was also a bit dazed, staring blankly in that direction. She had never thought of taking his position; in fact, she wished to have nothing to do with him at all
It is not easy for Brother Zhi, finally escaping from the sea of suffering, come quickly into the embrace of brothers, let us fly together
All eyes were on him
Why wear a mask when you look good? You've already shown your face, are you silly
He wore a white shirt with three buttons undone at the collar, revealing his alluring collarbone. The handsome youth, with his charming features and a laid-back, rebellious demeanor, attracted numerous gazes both overt and covert, yet remained oblivious to it all
Song Baoyun urged everyone to be quiet, her gaze sweeping across the classroom before finally landing on the boy who was sleeping. She slammed her hand on the lectern and said, "Lu Zhi, how long has the class been going on that you haven't heard?"
The exact same situation, it truly is... three years ago at the Third Middle School. Although it has been a week since her rebirth, Ning Zhen still finds everything around her to be quite absurd
She hid on the left side of the main gate, as the entrance to the school gradually became lively, with groups of two or three students chatting and walking into the campus. At this time, the day students should be arriving for school.
As the two little girls chatted, they arrived at the teaching building. Ning Zhen's classroom was on the second floor, while Tong Jia's was on the far right of the third floor. She waved to Ning Zhen, saying, "I will come to find you after class."
"Hey, Zhenzhen," Tong Jia suddenly leaned close to her ear, "Could you quietly take a few pictures of those boys and send them to me? If you can't get everyone, just getting one of Lu Zhi would be fine. Last time I saw a side profile of Lu Zhi on Dong Xuewei's phone, I was blown away by how handsome he is!"
Song Baoyun began the lecture, and Ning Zhen hurriedly took out her mathematics textbook and water-based pen from her backpack
She quietly waited for Song Baoyun to invite her to sit down.
Brother Zhi 666
The old fan in the classroom creaked, and a girl in a white dress stood on the podium, her eyelashes trembling uneasily
In the last row of the classroom, Chen Dongshu poked Lin Zichuan and asked, "Did Brother Zhi play all night again?"
He curled his index finger and rubbed his temple with his knuckle. Instinctively, he reached into his desk but found no cigarettes.
Sometimes the butterfly effect is so marvelous; a slight change in detail can lead the future to deviate from its predetermined course
Ning Zhen's fingers turned pale, and upon hearing the name "Lu Zhi," her breath caught. She shook her head: "I don't bring my phone to school." Therefore, I couldn't take a photo
Ning Zhen paused for a moment, placed her backpack on her lap, and began to listen to the class attentively
Ning Zhen held her wrist, her tone gentle: "Tong Jia, stop messing around, we are going to be late." Tong Jia laughed and let go of her hand, moving to stand in front of Ning Zhen. Upon seeing the mask on her face, she gasped: "Zhen Zhen, what happened to you? Are you coming down with a cold?"
Once again, there was a scattered round of applause
Lu Zhi, you go to the back and are not allowed to sleep anymore. Ning Zhen, you take his seat.
Lu Zhi frowned as he glanced at the homeroom teacher, his gaze settling on the new student
My name is Ning Zhen, with the "Ning" that means to prefer, and the "Zhen" that signifies lush leaves. I am very pleased to learn together with everyone. Ning Zhen spoke in a hushed voice, giving a standard and brief self-introduction, while restraining her gaze from looking at the front row.
Inside, there is still a box of cigarettes, a lighter, and several pink envelopes scattered about, which should be love letters that Lu Zhi has not yet had the chance to throw away
Ning Zhen had already taken a seat in Lu Zhi's original place, and the stool still retained his body heat, rising from her hips and making her feel uncomfortable all over
Lin Zichuan got up and moved to make room for him to sit outside. The two bullies from Class Seven successfully joined forces.
Ning Zhen was also wearing a light blue mask on her face, covering most of her face, with straight bangs falling down on her forehead, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
Thank you, Teacher Song, for your concern; I am already better. It's just that I have a bit of a cold. Under the mask, her face was flushed, because she was lying
Then to Lin Zichuan: "Sit down."
In the center of the first row, a boy is lying on the desk asleep. Neither of the two rounds of applause managed to make him lift his head
When she tried to stuff her backpack into the desk, she encountered an obstacle. Looking down, she saw that Lu Zhi's books were still inside, a dozen or so brand new books that appeared to have never been touched.
At exactly 8 o'clock, the class bell rang, and Ning Zhen followed Song Baoyun to the classroom. Song Baoyun stood on the podium and cleared her throat: "Students, please be quiet. Today, we have a new classmate joining us. Let's invite her to introduce herself. Please welcome her."
Ning Zhen stood in a concealed position, yet the sharp-eyed students could not help but glance at her several times
It was only then that he remembered he had switched places with a girl; apart from the mobile phone in his pocket and the PSP on the table, he had taken nothing else.
Song Baoyun smiled gently and glanced at the mask on her face: "Xu Qian told me you would come today, are you feeling better?"
However, her legs are very slender and fair, so she must be quite attractive
Welcome back to the organization, Brother Zhi
Sigh, feeling irritable