Rebirth: Starting from Saving the Desperate Girl

Chapter 110 New people replace old ones

As the wheel of history rolls into March, another spring is fading.

But for Chen An, this may be another ordinary year.

He is even still a freshman.

The only difference is that the young and beautiful head teacher from last semester is gone, replaced by a strong Mediterranean man.

Is there any difference in the coaching level between the two?

Maybe, but Chen An doesn't care.

The courses in junior high school are relatively simple, and he doesn't need to put in much effort to maintain his top spot in the grade.

It's not that he wants to pursue the image of a 'genius boy' or a 'nerd boy', it's just that his grades have been getting better and better, so both teachers and parents will be more tolerant of him.

Such as now.

"Godfather, please, take out that thing, or my teacher will kill me!"

Early in the morning, facing the bullet-headed boy's heartfelt plea, Chen An sighed.

"Don't think about it. I haven't done my homework either."

He really forgot to do it today, he was not lying.

So Pei Yang had to turn and look behind Chen An.

Slide all the way to your knees and put your hands together.

"Class monitor, please!"

Zhou Yutong was obviously stunned by such a sudden gift, and then said a little embarrassedly: "But, I also did it carelessly..."

As we all know, Tongtong's math performance has always been less than ideal.

Pei Yang waved his hands, not caring at all.

"What's the big deal? I'll copy the wrong ones too."

He said it loud and clear.

After all, if Chen An doesn't do it occasionally, the teacher will praise him for being able to relax in moderation and learning in a good way.

If he dared not do it once, the teacher would probably use the rattan he had just picked at the beginning of spring to make fun of him.

"Um...please make way."

At that moment, a female voice suddenly sounded, and Chen An and Pei Yang stood up at the same time to make room.

Pei Yang scratched his head and looked at the calm boy.

He moved his lips but didn't say anything. He just took the homework handed to him by Zhou Yutong and turned away.

After waiting for his new deskmate to come in, Chen An sat down again.

He supported his head with one hand and looked out the window.

In early spring, the blue sky is exceptionally clear.

In the new year, Class 1 not only got a new head teacher, he also got... a new deskmate.

……

……

"All the regrets and misses in movies have an ending or explanation, but not in life."

When I entered the second year of junior high school, a slender hand wrote this last sentence and slowly stopped writing.

This is the first monthly exam in the second year of junior high school.

The test subject is Chinese, and the composition topic is "Farewell". The style of writing is not limited except poetry, and the length is 800 words.

Looking at the paper written on the table, the boy, who had grown another year older, smiled slightly.

His eyebrows and eyes gradually grew wider, and his temperament, which was already calm and very different from that of his peers, became more and more in line with his appearance.

In the remaining light of the afternoon, Chen An admired his own writing.

After two lifetimes of sedimentation, the handwriting has become more restrained, without any eye-catching strokes or tips, but the underlying invisible structure makes people feel more comfortable when reading.

It cannot be said to be a return to simplicity, and there is still some distance between him and the masters of the present world, but Chen An does not want to delve too much into this aspect. It is enough for him to finish writing and be satisfied with it.

Look at the composition again.

Because it was a monthly exam in school, his answers this time were a little capricious.

It doesn't stick to the theme and quote famous sayings like before. But it's okay to be willful once in a while, right?
The young man's mind was wandering in the sky, thinking about nothing.

Who hasn’t, when young and frivolous, used exams as an opportunity to write essays with great passion and passion?
Chen An may not be frivolous anymore, but he is still young.

Soon, as the bell rang, the candidates passed their papers one by one, and then the candidates in the first row sorted them out and finally handed them to the examiner.

The boy followed the crowd of people in twos and threes and walked out of the classroom.

After this exam, the monthly exam is over.

So people began to slowly flow into the cafeteria, and some who did not plan to have dinner went straight back to the dormitory.

Chen An was neither of them, so he turned around and went upstairs.

There was no longer a certain bullet-headed boy by his side... When he entered the second year of junior high school and was divided into classes, Pei Yang failed to maintain his grades and fell out of the top class.

This is normal. Life is so long. You don’t need to care too much about who comes and who leaves.

As long as you expand the time dimension, you will find that there are only a few people who can truly stay with you all the time.

I went up to the second floor and came to the classroom of Class 1, Grade 7.

The young man leaned on the railing, looked into the distance, and waited quietly.

In the middle of summer, he was only wearing a thin short-sleeved school uniform, and his figure was slender but not thin.

A gentle breeze blew on her face, ruffling her black hair.

The Chen family's brother and sister are famous for their good looks in Anxing Construction.

So even though he was just standing there casually, he still attracted the attention of many girls.

The first-year junior high school girls were just beginning to understand and fall in love. There were some bold ones among them. The two sitting in the back row even waved at the teacher secretly when he wasn't paying attention.

Chen An ignored it.

But I felt it was a little funny in my heart. These were just the little girls who had just entered the first grade of junior high school. If it were the older generation, who wouldn't know his nickname of "social man"?

Do you understand the value of being able to attract more than a dozen vans with just a wave of your hand?

It is still a campus legend of No. 1 Middle School, passed on from mouth to mouth, and it has evolved from a dozen people at the beginning to more than a dozen cars now.

It also includes but is not limited to 'receiving 5,000 Penguin Coins from the Trisolarans and then sending the coordinates of Blue Planet using a Penguin mailbox', 'instigating Gatanjea to invade Blue Planet', 'controlling the weather to cause three days of heavy rain in Yizhong' and so on.

Compared with this, the original version of punching the old lady and kicking over the merit box is completely insignificant.

This is probably the primary reason why he has only received one love letter so far.

It’s strange to say, Chen An’s reputation had obviously turned around before, but for some reason it has fallen to this point today.

I always feel like someone is behind this...

But what’s the point?

Just to prevent him from receiving love letters?

Chen An's wandering thoughts were interrupted by a faint fragrance.

"Let's go!"

The crisp and playful voice is as beautiful as ever.

The girl, who was also wearing a blue and white school uniform, grabbed his arm.

He didn't rush to hold her arm because there were too many people here, including the teacher, so Chen Xi still knew his limits.

No matter how close brothers and sisters are, they still need to pay a little attention to their image in front of the secular world.

Standing on tiptoe, she leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered, "Today a boy said he wanted to be friends with me..."

The next moment, as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help blushing and let out a soft cry.

Because someone's hand had already been placed on her shoulder, and then gently embraced her in his arms.

This posture successfully caused an exclamation in the class.

Of course the girl did not resist, but her face turned slightly red, she put two fingers behind her back, intertwined them, and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

She knew that her brother was warning those people with "bad intentions" on her behalf.

"What about making friends... Don't listen to the nonsense these little boys say."

On the other side, the young man was educating his sister earnestly.

(End of this chapter)