Super Boy Reborn

Xia Ruxuan felt as if he had had a dream.

He dreamed that he was sitting in a bright classroom, with the fan above his head spinning slowly.

Outside the window was bright and dazzling sunlight, which was an atmosphere that Xia Ruxuan had not experienced for a long time. It was peaceful and peaceful.

It's as if you can smell the aroma of green grass breaking out of the ground, just like thousands of seeds sown, they all began to take root and sprout at that moment, burying all the decay under the ground, with a kind of vigor and vitality.

He remembered that those were the brightest days of his life many years ago.

He suddenly saw Xia Yunbai's face full of majesty and coldness.

For the first time, his expression was full of gentleness, with a smile that had never appeared in Xia Ruxuan's memory. Then he came over and touched the back of Xia Ruxuan's head with his gentle palm.

The emotions welling up in Xia Ruxuan's heart made him feel a little depressed.

He suddenly felt a little sorry for that man, the man who crushed Xia Ruxuan and couldn't breathe.

He painted a magnificent life story for Xia Ruxuan, paving the way for every step of his life, and in exchange for Xia Ruxuan's youthful rebellion and escape.

But how many people can understand that what Xia Ruxuan wants in his heart is just to use rebellion in exchange for some of his father's care?

He got nothing. Over the years, his father's eyes gradually became cold, not even disappointed. He just looked at himself coldly year after year, watching himself squander the best ten years.

Eight years old.

And when those rebellions and escapes gradually turned into dandyism and decadence, he and his beloved father finally used indifference to create a steel wall that could never be overcome, and he began to escape from the entire family.

After those years of being a dandy, he gave up everything about himself and returned to a confused life. He remembered that at that moment, he felt like the fighter in the novel who did not surrender to the powerful, stumbling along the way.

He did start to achieve some success through his own efforts.

And just when everything seemed to be gradually relaxing and resolving towards a softer future, the news that came from my mother's phone was like a bolt from the blue.

He could no longer resolve those conflicts, and until the last moment of his life, his stubborn father still did not choose to forgive him.

At this moment when all the beautiful things in the dream gradually faded away, he suddenly realized that nothing in this world was important compared to the family love that was thicker than water.

At this moment, it was difficult to express the heavy feeling in his heart for his father.

A strong sadness burst out from his heart, breaking through the ground like a cry.

The beautiful scene in front of me disappeared. Everything was over, the Xia family was finished.

What if this was all just a dream?

A buzzing sound suddenly appeared next to his ears, as if coming from the sky, and Xia Ruxuan could not hear it clearly.

However, what he knew now was that his head hurt. He had a splitting headache.

"Xia Ruxuan, wake up." After finally hearing what the buzzing voice was saying, he suddenly felt a little shaken, and Xia Ruxuan raised his head in confusion.

At that moment, the bright sunlight shone on his face, causing his eyes to hurt. For a moment, all he saw was white light and chaotic blur.

He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes with one hand, then blinked desperately a few times. After a few seconds, the focus of his pupils gradually returned to normal, and everything around him gradually became real.

The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes and a straight face standing in front of the blackboard made Xia Ruxuan feel like there was a short circuit in his head.

Every detail of his serious face was clearly printed in Xia Ruxuan's mind.

"Xia Ruxuan, stand up." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and pushed his glasses gently with his hand. As if it was a conditioned reflex, Xia Ruxuan stood up while holding on to the table.

My head still hurts and I feel dizzy.

"Tell me, what did you do last night?" The middle-aged man's tone gradually became serious, "What happened to you today, ah? You fell asleep in the first class, and you have the college entrance examination in less than a month.

Yeah, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Ruxuan looked around blankly - everyone's eyes were focused on him, almost all looking at him with an expression of gloating, except for the girl in front who turned around and had an anxious look on her face.

When these strange yet familiar faces flashed through his mind one by one, a few clear clues seemed to suddenly appear in his chaotic mind.

If I remember correctly, the serious middle-aged man on the podium was Zhou Xiangdong, his class teacher for three years in high school.

And his high school was from September 2000 to July 2003. In Xia Ruxuan's confused mind, he seemed to hear him mention that there was still one month left for the college entrance examination, so this time should be in 2000.

It's been three years.

After drawing these inferences, Xia Ruxuan's head began to short-circuit again. This was too disconnected from his own memory.

"Why don't you speak?" Zhou Xiangdong's tone raised two points, and the whole class fell silent. Everyone could see that Zhou Xiangdong was beginning to be a little offended by Xia Ruxuan. "Are you mute?"

"Sleep." Xia Ruxuan opened his mouth, hesitated, and said.

It immediately caused laughter from the surrounding students.

"What?" Zhou Xiangdong was a little angry after hearing his words, "You haven't had enough sleep?"

"I mean last night." Xia Ruxuan paused and added.

He wanted to quickly resolve the inexplicable situation he was currently experiencing, but this feeling made him feel something was wrong.

Although he knew that sometimes he would have some short-term memory loss when he woke up, he vaguely remembered that he drank a lot of wine the night before, and it was the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter.

More importantly, he also clearly remembered that he was at the end of 2011, and... the phone call he received, and the news he got about his father.

When all these things were put together, Xia Ruxuan's mood was covered with a layer of gloom. But he was still a little confused about what the situation was now.

"I think you are confident. Please tell me the answer to this question." Although Zhou Xiangdong no longer cared about what he did last night, he still had no intention of letting Xia Ruxuan go easily.

Now that the college entrance examination is approaching, he doesn't want this lazy atmosphere to spread in the class, so he wants to give Xia Ruxuan a serious warning. It doesn't matter if his grades are bad, the important thing is not to give up hope.

"Uh..." The numbers on the blackboard were in chaos. Xia Ruxuan had no memory of all this in his mind. How could he possibly come up with an answer at this time?

Xia Ruxuan was hesitating blankly. The girl in the front row who had just glanced at him took a piece of scratch paper from under the table and used her body as a cover to avoid Zhou Xiangdong's sight.

Xia Ruxuan pretended to look down at the book, holding the draft paper between his fingertips and picking it up. There was a mathematical answer written in beautiful fonts on the paper.

"The value of x is all positive integers."

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