Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

Author: Small producer

Introduction:

This book is also known as "How Can I Be Captured by the Class Beauty After Rebirth as a School Beauty" and "I Can't Be Raised After My Transformation"

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"Is there any way to make the person I like like me?" Tang Xin lay on the school railing.

"If you ask me, you should be more direct. If a girl takes the initiative, there's usually no problem. How about a forceful kiss?" I suggested.

"Woo~"

It has a soft, moist and sweet taste.

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Volume One

Chapter 1 Back to the Past

"What is this?" I rubbed my eyes. This didn't seem to be the room where I slept.

There was something itchy in front of my face. Was it my hair? I used my hands to push the messy hair away from my face. A familiar and distant smell came into my nose.

My half-open eyes suddenly opened. This is... my home!

No, this house was rented out ten years ago, how could I sleep here? My mind went blank and I sat up from the bed, followed by my long black hair falling down like a waterfall.

"Long hair?" I didn't even finish my sentence when I was so scared that I quickly covered my mouth with my hands.

What's wrong with the voice! How could it be a little girl's voice? I have never practiced falsetto! As my eyes moved down and the touch from my lower body came, my face quickly became hot, and my entire back began to heat up.

I stumbled off the bed and ran to the dressing table. I almost fell because I ran a little too fast, and kicked over the stool. Fortunately, I held on to the dressing table with one hand, otherwise I would have hit my face.

The person reflected in the mirror was completely unfamiliar to her, with fear, panic, and disbelief written all over her face. The pink little mouth was slightly opened and exhaled slightly quickly, looking a little bit erotic. A pair of big black eyes stared at her chest in the mirror, where her clothes were half hanging down. It seemed that she had just fallen and her chest was exposed. Hmm, should it be B? It felt unexpectedly soft! Feeling the strangeness coming from her body, her pale little face suddenly turned red again! She didn't even care about the pain in her leg from the kick just now.

Is this me? Ah ha ha ha, I must be dreaming, right? I was already a man in his 30s before I fell asleep! Maybe I've watched too many Disney movies. I quickly shook my head, maybe everything will be over after a good night's sleep. I rubbed my legs and slowly climbed onto the bed.

emmmmmm I can't sleep, this is not a dream! Oh my God, what on earth happened, I swear if I know who did it, I will kick his ass with my leather shoes, I promise grandma that I will do it.

After tossing and turning trying to fall asleep, I realized something - what day and time is it now? I slowly took out my phone from under my pillow. I usually put my phone under my pillow. As expected, a small but heavy Nokia 5300 appeared in my hand. I slowly opened the slider, and the poor 240P screen showed August 2009, 8, 20:8am. I have become a girl now, and this little time travel feeling doesn't seem to be a big deal. I want to cry but I can't.

It was time to get up. I spent a long time getting dressed. Of course, the underwear took the most time. The rest was no different from boys. There was nothing on my lower body. It was empty, but wearing jeans still made me feel safe. Especially when I walked, I felt I could walk in a straight line! The clothes were very ordinary light-colored T-shirts. Overall, with a height of less than 1.5 meters and a perfect face, I looked very natural in the mirror. I felt like a little loli who could be kidnapped at will, but unfortunately I was a pervert. While I was looking at my appearance, I accidentally glanced at the girl's shoulder bag on the table next to me. Is this my bag? This is a pink leather shoulder bag with some cute patterns such as hearts and bears printed on it. It seems that because it has been used for a long time, the leather has been worn out and does not look so new, but it is still very clean. I remembered that I didn't even have a bag before. Now it appears in my room, so it must be my own bag, right? Thinking of this, I gently opened the clasp and searched for the things inside.

What? It looks so big outside, but there is nothing inside? I sighed softly. I think this is normal, because my parents died in an accident after I was born, and I was raised by my aunt. My aunt is a college student who just graduated and started working, so my family has always been poor. Now I think it is really hard for my aunt to work alone. Not only does she have to work to earn money to support the family, but she also has to deal with relatives and other troubles. Soon my thoughts were pulled back by the ID card in front of me. Tsk, thirteen years old, I will soon become a legal loli! Except for the second to last and the last digit, the other numbers are indeed the same. But the name changed from Li Xiao to Li Xiaomeng.

This name seemed a bit ordinary. Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

Who? Aunt? It couldn't be her, she couldn't get up so early. Just as I was hesitating whether to open the door, a childish female voice rang out from outside: "Sister! What are you doing? You're so loud so early in the morning. Can't you let me sleep?"

The fall I almost made just now was quite loud... I opened the door and saw a little girl with a puffy face holding a bunny doll that was the same height as her. She seemed a little angry? She was like a smaller version of me. But, in my impression, I am an only child? I have a sister? Judging from her appearance, it seems to be her biological sister!

Seeing that I didn't reply, she looked into the room, saw the chair lying on the floor, and asked, "You got up so early? The sun is rising from the west today."

"Ah, yes." I touched my cheek with my hand, avoiding my sister's gaze, and said something insincerely. I thought of an excuse to get out of it, "Early... Get up early to eat and do homework."

"Oh? Is that so?" My sister's eyes were very sharp. "But when summer vacation just started, you told me that you didn't bring your homework books with you."

Ah! This. It turns out that even though I am a girl, I still don’t like doing homework.

"Go to sleep for a while, I'll make you breakfast." I couldn't stand my sister's eyes, so I decided to avoid her. After saying that, I walked past her and went to the bathroom to wash and brush my teeth. But in my peripheral vision, I still saw the surprise in my sister's eyes.

After more than a decade, I have been used to living alone outside, so breakfast is naturally a piece of cake. I opened the refrigerator and examined the ingredients, and found that there were only a few eggs and a bowl of cold rice that looked like last night's.

Let's make three fried eggs! Because there is no non-stick pan at home, only an iron pan, it is not a particularly easy thing to make good-looking fried eggs, but it is obviously not difficult for me. I turned on the gas stove, heated the iron pan with medium heat, and added a little cooking oil. The key to a perfect fried egg is to control the heat and not let the pan get too hot. The oil temperature should be controlled in a more appropriate range. At this right time, break the eggs and let the egg white and egg yolk spread quickly on the bottom of the pan. At this time, quickly turn the iron pan over so that the eggs and the iron pan slide without direct contact, so that the fried eggs can be cooked without burning, and the color is white and transparent. After a while, three fried eggs with complete shapes and bright colors are out of the oven. All that's left is to pour the rice into the pot, add water and boil it together.

While I was busy serving the cooked rice, my sister came down from upstairs with my aunt. I turned around and looked at my aunt now. Compared with the aunt who was overwhelmed by life in my impression, she looked very young now. After all, although she was my father's biological sister in terms of seniority, she was actually just a girl in her twenties who had just graduated from college. Because she had just woken up, her hair was a little messy, and her eye bags were a little deep, which seemed to be due to lack of sleep recently, but these small shortcomings still could not hide the fact that she was a beauty.

"Xiao Meng is cooking? Did you cook these three fried eggs?" My aunt's voice was not hoarse at all, but clear and transparent. She will become addicted to smoking in the future, and she will never have such a bright and beautiful voice again. Although it is also very charming, I think I like my current voice more.

"Yeah." I responded and turned my head away. Because I always felt that I owed her a lot, I didn't dare to look her in the eye. Maybe in her eyes, I seemed to be shy.

Three people sat at the dining table, staring at each other, and no one picked up their chopsticks first.

"Why don't you guys eat? It's getting cold." I couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere anymore, so I took the initiative to speak.

"Oh... okay." My aunt looked at me and saw what I was thinking about. After she realized what I was thinking about, she asked my sister to eat with us.

Before I could even take a bite, my aunt started talking again, "Xiao Ling, do you think your sister is acting weird today?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Rummaging through the house early in the morning! I don't know what he's doing." The younger sister chimed in. So the younger sister's name is Xiaoling, so her full name is Li Xiaoling?

"Hey! That's enough, you two. Why are you so talkative even when I'm cooking for you?" I really couldn't stand the way they looked at me, so I sighed.

"Oh, I'm back again, just like usual." My sister nodded.

"Yes, I was wondering how a little girl could become so virtuous." Aunt nodded in agreement.

"That's enough!" I couldn't stand it anymore. What do you mean by a little gangster?

After finishing my meal angrily, I ran into my room and lay on the bed. How strange! I had just woken up and had no strange thoughts in my mind. Is this a girl's body? It's much smaller than before. Looking at my hands, I always feel unreal. Everything has become smaller. If an arm like this is bent, it will break. I will cry in pain.

I shook my head and thought, never mind, I'd better have some sleep first. Maybe I'll be back to normal when I wake up tomorrow. Maybe all this is just a dream.

"Ah, it hurts! My hair is pressed down..."

Chapter 2 School in Memory

When I woke up, it was almost noon. I felt a little dizzy, so I rubbed my eyes and checked the time on my phone. It was already 11:30. What time did I go to bed last night? Why am I still feeling sleepy at this time?

The second time I got up and washed, it was almost twelve when I went downstairs. I spent most of my time on dressing and hair. Firstly, I didn't have much experience, and secondly, dressing up was just like putting on makeup in the game. Although there were not so many options, it was very pleasing to the eye, so I spent more time unconsciously. I was a little sad. My heart had not yet accepted the fact that I was a soft girl, but my subconscious had changed? Forget it, just go with the flow. I am very good at getting by.

My aunt is not at home. It seems that she has gone to work. Sister, why are you not at home? Fortunately, my aunt cooked the meal before she left, but the side dishes were only two bowls of pickles and pickled mustard greens. I returned to this difficult day again, and I felt a little sad in my heart. Is this my exclusive bowl and chopsticks? On the bowl rack, there is still a pair of porcelain bowls with peony flowers printed on them, and the memories in my heart keep coming back. This bowl seems to have been broken by me in a quarrel a few years later. So I will be nice to you this time and not break it. I picked it up gently, shook the water in the sink, and turned on the old rice cooker. There was not much rice left, just enough to hold a bowl. The rest was the rice at the bottom, so the part that was attached to the rice cooker was a little yellow and burnt, giving off a special aroma of burnt rice. But I don’t like it very much, but now it seems that I don’t have the right to be picky. After serving the remaining rice, I quickly came down to eat the rice. Because I had breakfast in the morning, and the interval was not very long, I felt a little full. However, the pickled mustard greens made by my aunt still have the lingering taste in my memory, and lunch is not so difficult to swallow anymore.

It took me a lot of time and energy to tidy up the kitchen. I wanted to go back and take a nap, but I finally walked out of the house and wanted to go around. After all, not everyone can experience going back to the past. It was already past noon when I walked out of the house. The weather was good today. It was midsummer but not hot. It seemed that it rained yesterday. The weather was cool and there was no strong sun. Thinking of seeing the old county town as it used to be, those dusty memories accompanied the scenery in front of me, like turning pages of old books, familiar and exuding the smell of history.

I was walking when I suddenly stopped. Ah! This store! Have we already stopped near the school? Baicheng Stationery is more like a department store for children than a stationery store. In addition to stationery, it also sells some toys and food. Most of these foods are produced by three-no manufacturers. At that time, I was young and didn’t know whether they were good or bad. It was good to eat them, so I didn’t care too much. If I were asked to buy them now, I probably wouldn’t buy them.

Because it was summer vacation, there wasn't much business in the store. Seeing me standing in front of the store for a long time without moving, the boss came over and asked me, "Do you want to buy anything?"

"Oh, no, I'll just take a look."

I was so absorbed in looking at the merchandise that I didn't notice the boss standing next to me. My voice was too soft! Even I couldn't stand the sweet and sticky voice. My face started to burn. In the boss's eyes, I must have been shy. Seeing that I had no intention of buying anything, the boss walked back and lay down on the bamboo lounge chair. I didn't plan to continue looking and planned to enter the school through the back door.

As expected, the back door of the school is still the iron door I remembered. You just need to put your hand into the gap of the iron door and open the sliding lock with your backhand to open the door. Through the back door is the school playground. Because it rained last night, there is still some water on the basketball court, some of which has evaporated, so no students are playing basketball on the basketball court. The entire basketball court is empty. The circular track in the middle is still a mixed track of coal slag and coal soil. A kick can raise one or two meters of black dust. If you fall on this black track, it will really hurt your skin and flesh. I was lucky enough to fall once, thank you for the invitation. The stands are also old cement concrete buildings. Just like what I remember, part of the cement on it has cracked and peeled off. If you want to watch a sports meeting on it, you may need to use some newspapers to pad your butt.

The teaching building was even more dilapidated. I remember that it was demolished as a dangerous building a few years after graduation, so I never entered my own classroom again. I didn't expect to return in this way. It was really unpredictable. As soon as I entered the teaching building, I found a very serious problem. Which class was I in? I remember that I seemed to be in Class 10 in junior high school, but I am not sure whether it is still Class 10 now. Sure enough, I didn't find my name on the seat list card on the podium of Class 10. So I had to look for my name in each classroom.

Fortunately, when I found the third classroom on the second floor, I saw my name - Li Xiaomeng, sitting in the middle of the fourth table by the window on the right side of Class 3. I felt a little guilty after entering the classroom, but I finally mustered up the courage to open the desk. This old-fashioned flip-top wooden desk would have been eliminated by now. After looking at a few textbooks, I was roughly sure that this was my seat. The font was almost exactly the same as mine, except that it was slightly cleaner and more delicate. What made me more sure that this was my seat was that all the homework on the desk was there, just as my sister described, and she didn't take any homework home. There was a small note on the top of the homework book, which wrote a list of homework for subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, and science. The desk was cleaner than I had tidied it before, but I didn't do homework, so why did I remember this thing?

Seeing the clean test paper, I felt a little itchy. It was like the feeling of an older brother who couldn't help but want to do a few questions when seeing his younger siblings' homework. So I sat down, took out the pen from the desk and started to answer the questions seriously.

The homework in junior high school was really very simple. For me, who was admitted to a provincial key high school, it was like playing Iron Ranking. 1v9 was not an exaggeration. Except for some of the recitation content in Chinese, which was a little rusty, I solved most of the other homework at once. I looked up at the time and it was already four o'clock in the evening. I actually wrote homework for several hours without realizing it. I admire myself so much. I remember that I didn't even have the patience to play stand-alone games before, but now I can really compete with basic homework.

Just as I had tidied my desk and was about to leave for home, I saw a figure appear at the door of the classroom. It was a tall and thin boy. He seemed to want to go back to the classroom, but he seemed to notice that I was still in the classroom, so he glanced at me in the classroom, snorted coldly, and left. This behavior made me a little confused. What's wrong? Am I ugly or something? I ran to the small mirror in front of the podium to check my appearance. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with my appearance. Could he be a gay? However, I didn't think much about it and left the classroom.

I had just walked out of the teaching building and heard the shouts from the basketball court and the unique buzzing sound of the basketball bouncing on the ground. It was still early, so I decided to go and watch other people play basketball. Now that I have short arms and legs, it seems that I can't play in the game, but it's okay to enjoy the sight and reminisce about my youth, right?

Chapter 3 Troubles

The school has a total of eight complete basketball courts, arranged in two rows in a square, with four courts in each row. There are not many people playing basketball on the courts, and only two courts have a few pairs of people playing games. The junior high school children play against each other, and the rules are actually very simple. Play half a game, win 10 points or 20 points, and the losing team will be replaced by a new team. However, junior high school students are still junior high school students. Most of them have just started to develop, and their physical fitness is not very good. It’s good enough to touch the basket when they jump up. Occasionally, a few children who develop faster can often gain a very big advantage in the game. Watching the children running happily on the court, shooting, and grabbing rebounds, I can’t help but feel itchy, but I don’t know anyone here. Even if I go up to play two balls, I guess the ball will be taken away before I run. With my current physical fitness, I’d better just watch honestly.

I lay outside the wire fence of the basketball court and watched for a long time. It seemed that someone on the court saw me. Many students pointed at me and started whispering to each other. They seemed to be talking about something. After they finished talking, they smiled at me with ill intentions. I could roughly guess what they were talking about. It became boring all of a sudden. I sighed, shook my head and prepared to go home.

"Hey, beauty." "Hey, beauty is calling you!"

When he called me the second time, I finally realized that he was calling me and there were no other girls here.

"Call me?" I turned around, a little confused.

The boy who called me was a relatively strong guy among the junior high school students. He was 1.7 meters tall, and his childish face had begun to mature. His skin had become slightly brown, and his arm muscles were also showing. Because of the height difference, he had to lower his head slightly to see me, but when he saw my expression, he was also slightly stunned. Was he touched by my cuteness? Why did I suddenly feel a little disgusted?

"Yeah." But his expression changed very quickly, and he recovered in an instant, even with a bit of a wicked smile. No matter how I looked at it, I felt a little uncomfortable. You won't be able to pick up girls with this look.

"What's the matter?" I took a step back to express my refusal.

"Ha, it's nothing. I just want to ask if you are Li Xiaomeng from Class 3, Grade 2?"

I tilted my head. What's going on? How did he know my name? "I'll be in the third grade after the summer vacation. It's me." I took another half step back.

Seeing that I answered in the affirmative, he turned around and gave his friend an affirmative gesture, then said to me: "Want to be friends? I'm Wang Zhiyu from Class 10 downstairs from you."

"No, I don't know you." He extended his hand to shake my hand, but I quickly refused and turned around to leave. This was the first time in my life that I was approached by a boy, without any psychological defense. It was terrible.

"Wait a minute!" My arm was suddenly grabbed by him. His strength was too great for me at my current state. Due to inertia, I was held back and my arm felt a burning pain.

"What?! Let go!" I was confused and my arm hurt, so I got angry. Brother, I'm not the cute girl you think, ok? Believe it or not, I can take out a bigger one than yours? But after I said it in an angry voice, I felt that it had no deterrent effect, just like I was acting like a spoiled child.

"Don't, Xiaomeng. I'm definitely better than Chen Haokai. I will definitely make sure you can't get out of bed."

???

Wow, that opening lightning strike.

Who is Chen Haokai? WTF, were the students in my time so open-minded? You are a junior high school student. Do you know what you are talking about?

My face darkened. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll be in trouble in the future. Believe me, I'm doing you a good thing. If you talk to every girl you meet like this in the future, I guarantee you'll be single for the rest of your life.

"let go!"

He was unmoved, so I raised my foot and kicked him in the abdomen. As for why I didn't kick his balls, I thought I should hold back a little. He obviously didn't expect me to kick him, so he didn't dodge and staggered after I kicked him. He let go of my hand.

"Isn't it just that she looks a little better? I don't know how sexy she is."

Not long after I walked away, I could still hear him talking to me, and I knew he was talking to me.

Angry, really angry! I have lived for decades, and this is the first time I am so angry. If it were the old me, I would beat this guy so badly that his father wouldn't even recognize him. Unfortunately, I can't beat him now. After I calmed down from my anger, I slowly began to think about the character Chen Haokai he mentioned just now. Who is this person? From his tone, I knew that I had already given away my virginity? Ugh, I suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit when I thought about this. No way, no way, I'm not that precocious, am I? No, no! I have to go home quickly. I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

Bang! I opened the door of my house. My sister was sitting in the living room watching Pleasant Goat. I rushed into the bathroom in two steps, sat on the toilet and took off my pants, wanting to do a check-up. Although I thought I had seen countless movies and would not blush when looking at my own, I still overestimated myself. When I thought about what I was doing, my face started to burn again.

"Sister, what are you doing?" The younger sister's voice suddenly appeared outside the door.

"etc……"

Before I could finish my words, my sister opened the bathroom door. At that moment, I was spreading my thighs, looking very indecent.

My sister's expression was like that of a Disney princess. Her already big eyes became even bigger, and her mouth was so big that it could swallow an egg. She covered her eyes, closed the door, and ran out.