September 5, 2017, Class 8, Grade 3, Nancheng Lewen Middle School, Xiao Ran, who is 1.83 meters tall, is wearing expensive sportswear, with long legs and feet, sitting on the seat. Although he is still handsome, everyone
I always feel that he has been silent a lot.
Xiao Ran has been feeling depressed and erratic in recent times. Sometimes he sighs and even weeps secretly. This makes Xiao's mother, Teacher Chen Yang, Li Haoran and others find it strange.
After all, the former Xiao Ran was a prodigal who shook his legs all day long. Sometimes he had nothing to do, and sometimes he made trouble everywhere. His spirit was as wild and strong as his body. He had bickered and quarreled with every teacher who taught him. From the first to the third year of junior high school.
, relying on their own efforts, all the teachers in the class collectively changed their minds for three rounds.
Xiao Ran hates studying and is uninhibited. He knows the names of the class girls in every class in the school, as well as their preferences and whether they have boyfriends. It is rare for him to go on the subway, but even in one stop, he will fall in love with seven or eight girls at the same time.
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According to incomplete statistics, Xiao Ran has violated two-thirds of school disciplines and rules. If it weren't for the nine-year compulsory education and the relationship between Xiao's father and the superior leadership department, he would have been kicked out of the school.
Ten times.
Now Xiao Ran was so quiet and melancholy all of a sudden, people around him were wondering if he had broken his brain on the track that day.
No wonder Li Haoran looked at him thoughtfully that day:
"Brother Xiao, you have been so normal lately, why do you make me feel so weird?"
No wonder Mother Xiao watched him tidying up the bookshelf that day and opening the English book to circle and outline. She couldn't help but look fearful, took a few steps back, and then shed tears:
"Ranran, how can you get pregnant? Don't scare mom. How can you not be comfortable?"
Xiao Ran was a little confused. What was wrong with his role-playing? Didn't he pretend to be different? He knew that the real Xiao Ran must be a bastard, but with his consciousness as a top student in a rural middle school from a poor family, he couldn't imagine what Xiao Ran was like.
What a bastard.
After all, this Xiao Ran is not that Xiao Ran.
Now Xiao Ran looked at the test papers in front of him speechlessly. There were several answer papers, including Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, and chemistry. None of them passed. The average score was about forty points.
These are the beginning test papers, taken on the first day of school. They are written by former Xiao Ran. If they are fake, you are a scumbag!
Li Haoran came over and turned over the answer sheets with red crosses, and smiled knowingly: "Brother Xiao, seeing your results, I feel relieved."
Xiao Ran flipped it over, then threw it aside and sighed. He was indeed the stupid son of the landlord's family! In the past few days of rebirth, he has really known the situation of Xiao Ran's family.
Xiao Ran's family may not be rich, but they are definitely the urban middle class. Nancheng is originally one of the top ten prefecture-level cities in the country, and Xiao Ran's family is located in the wealthy area of Nanhu - on the bank of Chenghu Lake. There is a long johns style here.
The building is famous throughout the country. Many urban TV series have been filmed here.
The house price of Xiao Ran's house is currently 80,000 plus one square meter. This house alone is over 10 million.
Don't such superior conditions and such terrible scores complement each other? It is said that all roads lead to Rome, and he was born in Rome. The social class is already so superior, is it necessary for him to squeeze through the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination to change his destiny?
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Wouldn't it be nice to just be an idler among riches and riches, with fine clothes and fine food?
Li Haoran shook his ten-point answer sheet and asked melancholy and seriously:
"Brother Xiao, I'm so anxious. Do you think that if I score more than ten points in each subject, will it affect my ability to study at Tsinghua University and Peking University?"
"Go, go, let me be quiet for a while!" Xiao Ran yawned. In the eyes of Zhao Yinxi, who was in his early thirties, this fat Li Haoran was just a little kid.
Xiao Ran's rolls are already jaw-dropping, but Li Haoran's is even better.
All Li Haoran's words were written in the dark after a power outage, scrawled and overlapping. Anyway, Li Haoran was half asleep when he answered the questions, barely keeping his eyes open. In fact, it doesn't mean much whether his eyes are open or not, anyway, as soon as the test paper is opened.
, his eyes darkened, he knew nothing, he didn’t understand anything.
Every time he takes an exam, Li Haoran answers the test paper at the speed of light, and then falls on the table and sleeps until the end of the exam bell rings. Anyone who sees Li Haoran's test paper will fall into deep thought. After all, if he has not been mentally disabled for ten years, he will never be able to write those words.
, you can’t get those few points in the exam.
In class, Xiao Ran yawned again and again. In the past, Zhao Yunxi had longed for becoming a rich man countless times, even if he could live with a rich woman, and save twenty years of hard work. But now, there is no need to work hard, everything is available. Now he is lying down
On Xiao Ran's two-meter wide bed, he couldn't sleep all night long.
He finally understood why there are idioms in the world called "a mixture of sorrow and joy" and "a mixture of laughter and laughter".
What kind of complicated mood is that? There is a hint of hypocrisy in the sadness, a hint of joy in the confusion, uneasiness and fresh curiosity, I want to get away but I feel that this place is very good...
Although he remembered the name of his previous life, the appearance of his family, and the house that looked particularly dilapidated and cramped in the countryside, he could not remember the name of his parents, the name of the village, the name of his university, or the name of the company where he worked.
...Although I toss and turn every night and think hard, everything is in a trance, sometimes near and sometimes far away.
What's even more frightening is that as the sun rises every morning, the appearance of his parents becomes more and more blurred. Every piece of food and drink he eats at Xiao Ran's house becomes Wang Po's soul-forgetting soup, a magical...
The irresistible magic power is pulling Zhao Yinxi away from his previous life.
Thinking of this, he carefully wrote the three words "Zhao Yinxi" on his answer sheet. He was afraid that one day he would forget this name.
Li Haoran tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then asked strangely: "What's this name, Zhao Kuangyin?"