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“Let’s talk about it, why are you fighting again this time?”

When Jing Ci’s consciousness returned, he heard an unfamiliar male voice.

He opened his eyes and faced a pair of glaring eyes.


The ferocious-looking middle-aged man slammed his desk and screamed angrily: “The day before yesterday, you promised me that you would not skip class or fight, and study hard. The result? In a blink of an eye, you’re back to your old ways! Do you think the teacher can’t cure you? Huh?”

“Look at what I’m doing? I’ll tell you Jing Ci, this time don’t you dare try to fool me!”

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

What is going on?

He only remembered that after the college entrance examination results came out, he missed the provincial science champion by one point. Depressed and unwilling, he stayed at home and drank a few sips of alcohol before waking up here.

“I…” He subconsciously said to the man and said, “I didn’t fight…”

“Didn’t fight?!” The other party became even more angry when he heard his words, and the loud voice almost broke Jing Ci’s eardrums: “You dare to say that you didn’t fight?! The other person is unconscious, so you didn’t fight? Only touched? Come on, come on, come on, I will touch you to death today!”

As he said this, he looked at Jing Ci’s back.

Jing Ci took a painful breath, seeing that he raised his hand and wanted to hit him, he quickly raised his hand to block him: “Uncle, you wait–“

He stretched out his hand and he felt something was wrong.


Jing Ci’s writing posture was not standard since he was younger. The teacher who taught him corrected him countless times, but he just couldn’t change it. So much so that on his right middle finger, there was a small cocoon that bulged up slightly.

But the fingers of the hands in front of him were white and flawless, and there was no trace of overwriting on them.

This is not his hand.

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

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

What he is wearing is not the white t-shirt he is familiar with, but a blue and white school uniform, with a strange pattern printed on the lower left of his chest, and a few small characters around it: Donghai Provincial Experimental Senior High School.

Jing Ci staggered and slammed his back against the edge of the desk.

This is not his body, nor his school.

He… crossed.

“What did you call me? Uncle?” The man pointed at Jing Ci in disbelief, his breath became heavy with anger: “I just said a few words to you, but you are not even willing to call me teacher now?!”

“Calm down, Teacher Liu, calm down.” A pudgy teacher with glasses came over, and desperately pulled the furious teacher Liu: “Jing Ci was stunned by you, there is no other meaning.”

He turned his head and winked at Jing Ci: “Hurry up, apologize to your head teacher.”

At this moment, Jing Ci already set off a huge wave in his heart, his face turned pale, and tried to calm himself down.

“Sorry, teacher, I was wrong.”

Teacher Liu snorted, waved away the hand of the pudgy teacher, and walked to Jing Ci, hating iron for not being steel, and said, “Your parents don’t know how hard it took to send you to our province. You have a good learning environment. You are so good! You learned to fight and skip class, but not study! Are you worthy of them?”


“I don’t understand. You and Qiao Anyan are in class seven and class eleven. The classrooms are not on the same floor. How can he provoke you?”

“Qiao Anyan?”

Qiao Anyan, Donghai Provincial Experimental High School, Jing Ci…

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

The protagonist Qiao Anyan died of poverty in his last life. By coincidence, he returned to the second year of high school, and since then started the road to face smashing from a scumbag to a learning tyrant.

This book advertises as a sweet and refreshing text, but the author only wrote that the protagonist counter-attacking to get first place, and even the relationship between offense and acceptor has not had time to develop.

At that time, Jing Ci still cursed a few words in his heart when the reader was hanging up.

He didn’t expect that there was a deflated spot in the dark, and he actually went into this book.

In the novel, the original body is just a low-level cannon fodder with little drama. Because of his crazy obsession with the attacking protagonist, he has done a lot of brainless things, and even boasted that he is Ying Jiao’s ex-boyfriend. Finally, he was beaten in the face by the protagonist, dropped out of school and died in the gang fight.

This time the fight was because the original body heard that Qiao Anyan likes Ying Jiao, so he angrily went over to find trouble with others, and the two started fighting after arguing.

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

At this point in time, it happens to be the beginning of the novel.

“Qiao Anyan? What’s your tone of voice?” Teacher Liu was furious: “You’ve gotten into a fight, don’t tell me yet you don’t know what the person’s name is! And still engage in indiscriminate attacks!”


Jing Ci took a deep breath, firmly grasped his still trembling hand, and looked at Teacher Liu: “Teacher, I know I was wrong. I promise I will study hard in the future and never fight again.”

He is not interested in Yingjiao, and does not intend to continue to be cannon fodder for the protagonist.

Is math not fun, or is it the workbook that is not easy to do, why do you want to fall in love?

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

Teacher Liu heard his tone soften, and his tone eased a lot, but still kept his face sullen: “It’s better to hear you say this, but you must do what you just said!”

He took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed a piece of Jing Ci’s hair near his ear, and brought the strand of yellow hair in front of his eyes: “Let’s not pull anything else, just your hair. How many times have I told you to have you cut it? Did you even listen? Huh?”

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and was immediately taken aback by the yellow hair. He immediately said sincerely: “Teacher, I’m sorry, I will dye my hair back now.”

His attitude of admitting mistakes was so good that it made Teacher Liu feel very unreal.

He looked up and down Jing Ci suspiciously, squinting his eyes: “Did you want to escape this punishment, that’s why you said that deliberately?”

Jing Ci shook his head hurriedly: “No, it’s my fault this time. Teacher, you can punish me whatever you want. I just want to reform and express my sincerity in front of you.”

“Oh,” Teacher Liu was delighted, and even Jing Ci’s yellow hair looked much more pleasing to the eye: “After teaching you for more than a year, this is the first time I have seen you admit your mistakes so sincerely.”


He has been teaching Jing Ci since the first year of high school, and in the second semester of high school, he chose science and was in his class.

He didn’t know what was going with this child, he was rebellious and he was paranoid. The more he is not allowed to do anything, the more he will do it.

Over the past year or so, Teacher Liu has struggled with Jing Ci, and he didn’t know how many times he scolded him, but he just couldn’t pull him to the right path.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to give up, Jing Ci suddenly opened up his mind.

“What you just said to the teacher, are you serious?”

Jing Ci nodded and whispered: “Yes, I’m causing trouble to the teacher. I promise I won’t do bad things again.”

With Teacher Liu’s sharp tongue, and coupled with the fact that Jing Ci was brought by him when he was in high school, his heart instantly softened: “Since you have said so, teacher will believe you this once, and I will not ask the reason for the fight, as long as you don’t do this again, this matter will be over.”

“But,” Teacher Liu solemnly said: “This is the last time, and the next time, the teacher will not help you carry it.”

As he said, he glanced at Jing Ci’s yellow hair, and tentatively said, “So, you don’t have to go to afternoon class. Teacher will give you a leave to trim your hair. What do you think?”

Jing Ci immediately agreed.

Teacher Liu sighed with relief: “Go, remember to come back for evening study.”

Jing Ci answered with a good tone, walked out of the office, and closed the door intimately.


At this time, it was time for class. From time to time, the teacher’s voice came from the corridor. Jing Ci stood and listened quietly for a while, then turned and walked downstairs.

He didn’t have the memory of the original body, and after a little detour, he fumbled towards the bathroom.

The Donghai provincial experimental is the best high school in the province, with a long history, and the toilets are also within current times.

Dark squat pits are separated by a short layer of cement, and there are rows of simple water taps outside.

Jing Ci washed his face, holding the sink with both hands, letting the drops of water drip down his cheeks.

The wind blew through, bringing up bursts of coolness, making his hazy mind awake a lot.

He didn’t know why he crossed, and he didn’t know where the original soul in this body had gone, but since he came, just go with the flow.

Don’t die, don’t get close to the characters in the plot, and live on your own way in a down-to-earth manner.

After thinking about it, Jing Ci let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

It was only this relaxation that he felt a little pain in his body.

He felt around through his clothes, and he felt another pain in the palm of my hand.

The original owner has injuries on his body.

Jing Ci opened the zipper of the school uniform and lifted the white t-shirt inside.


On the thin body of the teenager, there were several blue-red bruises of various sizes, which looked very shocking because of his white skin.

It seems that the original body did not have the advantage when he fought with the protagonist this time.

Jing Ci put his palm on it and pressed it. Fortunately, the injury just looked scary and not too serious. It was enough to just wait until the bruise dissipated on its own.

He was afraid that there were injuries elsewhere on my body, but since there is no one in the bathroom right now. Jing Ci found a corner, half-zipped his generous school uniform jacket, and hung it loosely on his arm. He held the hem of the white t-shirt with his mouth, clasped his waist with one hand, and looked back hard with his head down.

Just when his neck was about to be twisted, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

Jing Ci looked over subconsciously.

The boy wearing the same school uniform as him is handsome, and intimidating is walking lazily towards this way.

His black hair was messy, his forehead and sideburns were slightly wet. As he walked, beads of sweat rolled along the contour to his neatly-lined jaw line, and finally slid down to his raised adam apple, and sank into the collar.

An unlit cigarette was dangling from his thin, pale lips. His narrow eyes were hanging slightly, his gaze focused on the cigarette, his right hand turned on the lighter, and was about to ignite, suddenly as if he felt something, he swiftly looked in Jing Ci direction.


The bathroom was damp and dark, and the light was poor. The boy squinted his eyes before seeing Jing Ci clearly.

“Jing Ci?”

Jing Ci was stunned. Did this person know the original owner?

He nodded calmly.

When the boy saw this, he sneered and laughed. He stretched out his hand to take down the cigarette and walked towards Jing Ci step by step.

He was half a head taller than Jing Ci, and he almost held Jing Ci under his shadow. When those narrow black eyes stared at people, they gave people a sense of oppression for no reason, and Jing Ci took a half step back unconsciously.

“Block me again?” The boy asked with a casual smile on his face, raising his eyebrows.

He looked at Jing Ci up and down, his eyes fell on the clothes he lifted up and the hands on his waist, and he blew a rogue whistle frivolously: “Wow, bad, are you…touching yourself?”

“Awesome, little classmate.” The boy lazily applauded, “Developed a new use for the men’s bathroom.”

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The author has something to say: quietly digging a pit, not too long, a little sweet text from spring.

WCBL: A new novel! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do~ But unlike the last two novels, I sadly won’t be able to update this novel everyday because I am currently busy with life at the moment~ But I will update every Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and maybe on Saturdays as well. And don’t forget to support the original author!

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