Restart life

Chapter 1 0001 [This question is so difficult, I can’t do it! ]

Have you ever had a nightmare like this?
I dreamed that I was in an examination room and I couldn’t answer any of the questions.

Chen Guiliang encountered the real version——

After being awakened by the shock, he actually found himself in the examination room!

Am I getting too excited?
Chen Guiliang looked down at the test paper, carefully examining the information within the seal, and saw a line of small words written at the beginning of the paper:

"Longdu City General High School 2003-2004 Academic Year (First Half) Senior Year Midterm Exam Mathematics (Literature and History)."

Midterm exam for the first semester of senior year?

call!
Fortunately, fortunately, it’s not the college entrance examination.

Chen Guiliang felt a lot more relaxed instantly.

There is a difference between being taken directly to the execution ground and being shot, and being given a suspended sentence.

The answer sheet and pencil case are placed in the upper left and right corners of the desk respectively.

Next to the pencil case, there are sharpened 2B pencils, and a plastic ruler to prevent the pencils from rolling around on the table.

Chen Guiliang was holding a water-based pen in his hand.

The scene was too real to be a dream.

Chen Guiliang glanced at the test paper. He had finished the multiple-choice questions, but had not started the fill-in-the-blank questions.

Turning his eyes to the first fill-in-the-blank question, Chen Guiliang's forehead began to sweat - I don't know the answer to this question!
“设P为圆x+y=1上的动点，则点P到直线3x-4y-10=0的距离的最小值为____”

He would definitely have done it back then, after all, he was admitted to a top university.

But 22 years have passed, and the math knowledge has long been returned to the physical education teacher.

Chen Guiliang picked up a plastic ruler and drew lines, drawing a rectangular coordinate system on the draft paper.

Then I racked my brains for a long time, but had no idea what to do next.

He had no knowledge of the Cartesian coordinate system. He only remembered two sentences: odd numbers change, even numbers remain the same, and the sign depends on the quadrant.

What the hell is this?

He continued to review the questions and read several questions in a row.

As expected, I couldn't understand any of them.

The late autumn breeze blew in through the doors and windows with a hint of chill, but Chen Guiliang felt hot all over.

urgent.

He hadn't been this anxious in years.

Ugh.

Give up, love whoever you want.

This rebirth scene is so fucking awkward.

Chen Guiliang looked at the invigilator at the podium. He was a short, fat, middle-aged man. He recognized him immediately as his high school politics teacher, but... what was his name?

It seems his last name is Gao.

Teacher Gao was sitting with his legs crossed, leisurely smoking a cigarette and looking at his phone. Several students near the podium covered their noses with their left hands to block out the secondhand smoke, while their right hands held pens and worked diligently on their homework.

I remember, this guy's name is Gaozhan.

His wife is Liu Shuying, who is Chen Guiliang's English teacher and class teacher.

Gao Zhan put down his Nokia and quickly noticed Chen Guiliang looking around. He threw away his cigarette, stomped it out, and tapped the desk to remind him, "Do the exercises carefully and don't look at other people's papers!"

Chen Guiliang lowered his head, put down his pen, and rubbed his face with his hands.

How to do?
Do you want to hand in a blank paper?
It seems that it is not impossible.

It’s just a midterm exam, not the college entrance examination.

With a mentality of "broken jar, broken jar", Chen Guiliang suddenly felt relaxed and the anxiety about not being able to do the questions was swept away.

He even had the leisure to study the examination table.

On the table next to the pencil case, someone had drawn a heart pierced by an arrow, with the message "love Weiwei" written underneath. Someone else had written the word "idiot" and pointed an arrow at the previous message.

Directly above the desk, a four-character doggerel was inscribed: My body is in the exam room, but my mind is in the internet cafe. If I don't know the answer to a question, I'll screw it.

The more Chen Guiliang read, the more interesting he found it, as if he had really returned to his student days.

He looked up and observed other classmates unscrupulously, trying to recover more memories of his youth through those familiar yet unfamiliar faces.

He didn't know the classmate on the left at all.

The classmate on the right is surnamed Gong, and he seems to be the monitor of the class next door.

The female classmate in front of me is called Wu Meng. She performed brilliantly in the college entrance examination and was the top scorer in the liberal arts in the city. Later, she seemed to have immigrated to Lijiaopo.

"Chen Guiliang!"

Gao Zhan suddenly shouted angrily, "If you don't want to take the exam, just hand in your paper. What are you looking around for?"

"Oh."

Chen Guiliang quickly filled in the answers to the multiple-choice questions on the answer sheet, put his pen and ruler into his pencil case, and stood up.

This action instantly attracted the attention of all students.

The exam had only started for over twenty minutes, it was impossible to finish all the questions. Chen Guiliang must have been messing around.

"Bring the test paper here." Gao Zhan shouted.

Chen Guiliang picked up the test paper and answer sheet, walked over and placed them neatly on the desk.

Gao Zhan glanced at the paper and asked, "Why don't you do the questions at the end?"

"I have a headache and I'm sick." Chen Guiliang made up a lie.

Gao Zhan didn't believe such nonsense and frowned, "Take it back and finish the paper."

In this situation, normal communication is impossible.

No matter how well-mannered a person is, he or she cannot explain rebirth, let alone do well on the test.

Mathematics, if you don’t know, you don’t know.

Chen Guiliang suddenly bent over and covered his stomach, his expression painful as he said, "Ouch, my stomach hurts! I need to go to the hospital!"

As he spoke, he ran out.

Before Gao Zhan could react, Chen Guiliang had disappeared at the door.

After being stunned for a while, Gao Zhan said to himself angrily: "He is getting more and more outrageous!" This student named Chen Guiliang was the biggest headache for him and his wife.

He has received a lot of punishments and is currently even on "probation"!
But even if Chen Guiliang is not very good, his academic performance is still acceptable. It is still easy to get into a second-tier university. With a little effort, he can get into a first-tier university.

……

After leaving the classroom and standing in the aisle, Chen Guiliang felt more and more confused.

If this was a dream, it wouldn't be so real.

He seemed to have... actually returned to 2003.

SARS and the like had little impact on this small city, and only caused the school to cancel military training for freshmen.

Chen Guiliang went downstairs in a daze and arrived at the campus square.

The sculpture in the center of the square and the nearby library were both built last year at a huge cost for the school's centenary celebration.

Chen Guiliang touched his trouser pocket.

There was a key, a student card, a library card, and 13.6 yuan in his pocket.

After walking around the square, Chen Guiliang didn't know where to go.

Bored, he walked towards the library building a few dozen meters away.

As soon as you enter the first floor lobby, you will see a row of glass display cases displaying the works of famous alumni from past generations.

Two of the books were listed separately and exhibited as the school's facade: one was called "The Art of Thick Black" and the other was called "Fantasy City".

The fact that these two authors can come together and keep pace with each other is also a kind of black humor.

He walked around the display cases and went to the library, only to find the door locked.

Chen Guiliang quietly left the library and walked towards the boys' dormitory.

It was an old tube-shaped building, built in the 70s. Fortunately, it was surrounded by camphor trees, which kept it cool in the summer and free from mosquito bites.

Chen Guiliang had forgotten his dormitory number, but his memory was awakened when he walked into the corridor and he went straight to his dormitory 302.

He took out the key, opened the brass lock, and pushed the door open.

A touching smell mixed with foot odor, sweat and mildew hit me in the face.

Four bunk beds.

The bed frame was made entirely of iron, painted green, but the paint had turned dark green and was peeling in places, revealing the rusty iron pipes underneath.

There was an acoustic guitar on the pillow on the lower bunk of the bed near the door.

On the table by the window, there is a copy of "Legend of the Little Soldier".

Next to "Legend of the Little Soldier" is a glass mirror with a plastic frame, and the back of the mirror is backed by "Meteor Garden".

Chen Guiliang picked up the mirror casually.

Looking at myself in the mirror, it’s hard to describe in words.

How should I put it...his appearance in high school was a bit shabby.

Due to long-term malnutrition, he was as thin as a bamboo pole, with sunken cheeks, which was quite unsightly. He was 1.8 meters tall but weighed only 112 kilograms.

Fortunately, he has regular facial features and is a good-looking guy.

You can make up for it by eating more meat, and you will be a handsome guy again in two or three months!
But I don’t have money to eat meat every meal.

His monthly living expenses are 150 yuan.

按照早餐1元、午餐1.5元、晚餐1.5元来算，每天的伙食费就要4元钱。一个月吃饭需120元。

But Chen Guiliang also had to save money to buy books, magazines, toothpaste, soap and other daily necessities, as well as clothes, shoes and other necessities. He went home at least once a month, and the round-trip fare was 8 yuan.

These daily expenses are included in the living expenses, and parents will not send any additional money.

Therefore, Chen Guiliang often skipped breakfast and bought an extra 1 yuan meal (all vegetarian) for lunch and dinner.

When he was short of money, he bought boxes of instant noodles.

Those expired instant noodles, if bought in bulk, cost only 3 yuan per bag. Once, after eating them for a month straight, Chen Guiliang felt like vomiting at the mere smell of instant noodles!

"I should be reborn, right?"

"My first priority after returning to high school is to solve the problem of eating meat."

“But where will the money come from?”

Chen Guiliang turned his gaze towards his bed.

Where the bed was against the wall, piles of books and magazines were neatly stacked.

Chen Guiliang took off his shoes, climbed up, and casually pulled out a magazine.

Yilin.

Pull out another magazine.

"reader".

I put another stack of books down, and from the spines I could see the titles: Big Breasts and Wide Hips, Hometown and Strange Land, Ugly Chinese, Cultural Journey, Chronicle of Wuni Lake...

Ouch, this smell is too strong!
What kind of weird books did I read when I was young?

Just these books actually made me save money for food, tighten my belt and buy them on an empty stomach.

Chen Guiliang found all the magazines and then picked out the works of the above-mentioned scholars.

After thinking about it, it seems that there is no need to keep novels like "To Live" and "White Deer Plain".

Among several piles of books and magazines, Chen Guiliang only kept "Haizi's Poems", "Dictionary of Ancient Chinese", "Selections of Ancient Prose", "General Theory of the Book of Changes", "Jin Ping Mei", "Critique of Pure Reason", "Being and Nothingness", etc.

He plans to sell all the rest!
Sell ​​it for meat.

To replenish my weak and thin body.

Chen Guiliang tore off a few pages of his homework book and wrote with his roommate's calligraphy brush: "Old magazines, 2 cents a copy, 5 cents for three copies, 1 yuan for eight copies."

Then he wrote: "Famous books from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, 3 to 5 yuan a copy."

He blew the writing dry and bent down to look under the bed.

Soon, a worn-out suitcase was found under the bed.

I don't know whose box it was, but it was temporarily requisitioned, filled with books and magazines, and dragged away.

Sell ​​these things and change the way you live your life!
(End of this chapter)