"Tell me, why are you fighting again this time?"

When Jing Ci returned to consciousness, he heard a strange male voice.

He opened his eyes and faced a pair of glaring big copper bell eyes.

The vicious-looking middle-aged man banged his desk on the floor and yelled angrily: "I promised you just the day before yesterday that you would not skip classes, fight, and study hard. But what happened? In the blink of an eye, you are back to your old ways! Do you think the teacher

Can’t cure you? Huh?”

"What are you looking at me for? I'm telling you Jing Ci, you can't get away with me this time!"

Jing Ci looked at him blankly, his mind going blank.

How is this going?

He only remembered that after the college entrance examination results came out, he missed out on being the provincial science champion by one point. Depressed and unwilling, he stayed at home and drank a few sips of wine, and when he woke up, it was now.

"I..." He subconsciously followed the man and said, "I didn't fight..."

"No fight?!" The other party became even more angry when he heard what he said, and his voice was so loud that it almost broke Jing Ji's eardrums: "You still dare to say that you didn't fight?! People have fainted. What did you do if you didn't hit him?

?Is it touching? Come on, come here, I will touch you to death today!"

As he spoke, he stroked Jing Ci's back.

Jing Ci took a breath of pain and saw that he was raising his hand and was about to hit him down, so he quickly raised his hand to block it: "Uncle, wait a minute——"

As soon as he reached out, he felt something was wrong.

Jing Ci's writing posture has not been standard since he was a child. The teacher who taught him corrected him countless times, but he couldn't change it. As a result, he had a slightly bulging callus on the middle finger of his right hand.

But the fingers of the hands in front of me were white and flawless, with no trace of excessive writing on them.

These are not his hands.

Jing Ci's brain buzzed, and his heart beat like a drum.

He took a deep breath, calmed down for a few seconds, lowered his head and looked up slowly.

What he was wearing was not the familiar white T-shirt, but a blue and white school uniform. There was a strange pattern printed on the lower left side of his chest, with a few small words underneath: Donghai Provincial Experimental Senior High School.

Jing Ci stumbled, and his lower back hit the edge of the desk hard.

This is not his body and this is not his school.

He... traveled through time.

"What did you call me? Uncle?" The man pointed at Jing Ci in disbelief, breathing heavily with anger: "I just said a few words to you, and now you don't even want to call me teacher?!"

"Calm down, Teacher Liu, calm down." A short, fat teacher wearing glasses came over and held on to the furious Teacher Liu: "Jing Ci was stunned by you, there is no other meaning."

He turned around and winked at Jing Ci: "Hurry up and apologize to your class teacher."

At this moment, Jing Ci's heart was already filled with huge waves. His face turned pale and he tried hard to calm down.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong."

Teacher Liu snorted, waved away the pudgy teacher's hand, walked up to Jing Ci, and said in an iron-clad manner: "Your parents don't know how much effort it took to send you to our provincial experiment, just to be able to do it."

You have a good learning environment. You're good! You learn to fight and skip classes, but you just don't study! Are you worthy of them?"

"I don't understand. You and Qiao Anyan are in Class 7 and Class 11, and the classrooms are not on the same floor. How can he provoke you?"

"Qiao Anyan?"

Qiao Anyan, Donghai Experimental High School, Jing Ci...

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly. Isn't this the content of a rebirth campus novel he had read before?

The protagonist, Qiao Anyan, died of poverty in his previous life. By chance, he returned to his sophomore year in high school and started his journey from being a scumbag to a top student.

This book is advertised as sweet and refreshing, but the author only wrote that the protagonist was attacked and became the first in the grade, and the relationship between the attacker and the enemy was not even allowed to develop.

The readers were kept in awe, and Jing Ci was still cursing a few words in his mind.

Unexpectedly, there is a weakling in the dark, and he actually walked into this book.

In the novel, he was just a low-level cannon fodder with few roles. Because he was crazy about the protagonist Gong Yingjiao, he did many mindless things, and even claimed to be Yingjiao's ex-boyfriend. In the end, he was slapped in the face by the protagonist and dropped out of school and died.

In the midst of a gang fight.

This fight happened because the original person heard that Qiao Anyan liked Yingjiao, so he went over angrily to make trouble for him, and the two started fighting after they started arguing.

Jing Ci carefully recalled the plot in the novel, and sadly discovered that it was this incident that led to Qiao Anyan's rebirth.

This time is right at the beginning of the novel.

"Qiao Anyan? What's your tone?" Teacher Liu was furious: "We've already fought, but don't tell me you don't know their names! Are you a bomb? You still engage in indiscriminate attacks!"

Jing Ci took a deep breath, held on to his trembling hands, and looked at Teacher Liu: "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I promise that I will study hard in the future and never fight again."

He has no interest in winning, nor does he intend to continue to be cannon fodder and kill the protagonist.

Is it because math is not fun or the exercise books are difficult to do? Why should I fall in love?

He just wants to avoid the plot, live his own life, and maybe one day he will wear it again.

When Teacher Liu heard that he had surrendered, his tone softened a lot, but he still had a sullen face: "What you say is better than what you sing, but you do what you say!"

He took a step forward, raised his hand to grab a handful of Jing Ci's ears, and pushed a strand of yellow hair in front of his eyes: "Let's not talk about anything else. Just your hair, how many times have I told you to let you cut it? You

Did you hear that? Huh?"

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and was immediately shocked by the shitty yellow color. He immediately said sincerely: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm going to dye my hair back right now."

His attitude towards admitting his mistake was so good that it gave Teacher Liu a very unreal feeling.

He looked Jing Ji up and down suspiciously and squinted: "Did you say that on purpose because you wanted to escape this punishment?"

Jing Ci hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, it's my fault this time. Teacher, you can punish me however you want. I just want to change my ways and show my attitude in front of you."

"Oh," Teacher Liu was happy, and he also liked Jing Ci's yellow hair: "I have been teaching you for more than a year, and this is the first time I have seen you admit your mistakes so sincerely."

He started teaching Jing Ci since the first year of high school. In the first semester of high school, arts and science were divided into subjects. Jing Ci chose science and was in his class again.

I don’t know what’s going on with this kid. He’s extremely rebellious and has a paranoid streak in him. The more he’s not allowed to do something, the more he does it.

For more than a year, Teacher Liu tried hard for Jing Ci and scolded him countless times, but he just couldn't get him to the right path.

Unexpectedly, just when he was about to give up, Jing Ci suddenly had an idea.

"Are you serious about what you just said to the teacher?"

Jing Ci nodded and whispered: "Yes, you have caused trouble to the teacher. I promise not to do anything stupid again."

Teacher Liu is very talkative, and since he was the one who taught Jing Ci when he entered high school, his heart instantly softened: "Since you said so, the teacher will believe you for once. I won't ask you the reason for the fight, as long as you don't

If you do it again, the whole thing will be over."

"But," Teacher Liu said solemnly, "This is the last time. If there is another time, the teacher will not help you."

As he said that, he glanced at Jing Ci's yellow hair and said tentatively: "In this way, you don't have to attend the afternoon class. The teacher will give you a holiday to straighten your hair. What do you think?

?”

Jing Ci immediately agreed.

Teacher Liu sighed happily: "Go ahead and remember to come back for evening self-study."

Jing Ci said hello, walked out of the office, and closed the door thoughtfully.

It was class time at this time, and the teacher's voice could be heard from time to time in the corridor. Jing Ci stood quietly and listened for a while, then turned and walked downstairs.

He had no memory of the original person, so he took a detour and found the toilet by fumbling his way.

Provincial Experimental School is the best high school in the province. It has a long history and the toilets are very contemporary.

The dark squatting pits were separated by low cement layers, with a row of simple faucets installed outside.

Jing Ci washed his face and held the sink with both hands, letting the water droplets drip down his cheeks.

The wind blew by, bringing with it a chill, which sobered up his groggy head.

He doesn't know why he traveled through time, and he doesn't know where the original soul in this body has gone, but since he's here, he just lets nature take its course.

Don’t seek death, don’t get close to the characters in the plot, and live your life in your own way.

After thinking about it, Jing Ci slowly let out a breath and felt much more relaxed.

It was only this relaxation that made him feel a little sore.

I touched down through the clothes, and felt another pain wherever my palm passed.

There are injuries on this body.

Jing Ci unzipped his school uniform and lifted up the white short t-shirt underneath.

There were several blue and red bruises of different sizes on the young boy's thin body, which looked very frightening because his skin was so white.

It seems that in this fight with the protagonist, the original person did not gain any advantage.

Jing Ci put his palm on it and pressed it. Fortunately, the injury just looked scary and was not too serious. It would just take a while until the bruise dissipated on its own.

He was afraid that other parts of his body might be injured, and there was no one in the bathroom at the moment. Jing Ci found a corner, half-taken off his large school uniform jacket, hung it loosely on his arm, held the hem of his white T-shirt with his mouth, and buckled it with one hand.
To be continued...