Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Yang Lina got angry and asked all the students who copied homework to stand outside. Especially Ji Shumiao's English homework was written in several different handwritings, so he naturally became the center of the storm.

Since he was going to be punished by standing anyway, Ji Shumiao stretched his shoulders and pressed against the wall to practice his body shape. Li Xiang saw this and followed suit. The two of them became competitive and tried to see who could last longer.

The two stubborn donkeys who had always been strong stood against the wall for the entire class. When the bell rang, all four legs were shaking.

Yang Lina came out of the classroom and glared at the two of them, especially at Ji Shumiao, rolling her eyes until only the whites were left.

Ji Shumiao: "She's still breaking through defense."

Ever since the question "Why can't you do it if you do it", Yang Lina completely hated her. She thought that the National Day holiday would be better, but it wasn't.

Ji Shumiao stretched out her index finger to scratch the bridge of her nose. If it were an ordinary student, being disliked by the teacher like this would probably cause psychological trauma, but ordinary students would not speak like her.

Ordinary students should... seek help from their parents when they are in doubt.

Ji Shumiao and Li Xiang walked into the classroom holding on to the wall and heard their classmates talking in low voices.

"Xiong Qi didn't even write it, why aren't you punishing him?"

"Have you noticed that when Xiong Qi slept in class, Yang Lina never cared and never called him out during roll call."

……

Du Zixi and several teachers and classmates have choreographed the program for the Arts and Sports Festival and are making the final adjustments and revisions. They want to perform a fairy tale musical entirely in English.

During the afternoon physical education class, the students who were selected to perform went to the office and chattered with teacher Wang Hong and the music teacher about the final details.

Ji Shumiao and Li Xiang sat back to back on the empty chairs of other teachers, staring blankly. Neither of them cared. If Du Zixi hadn't asked them to, neither of them would have wanted to participate in such an activity.

Yang Lina came back halfway, took something from the drawer and left again.

Du Zixi clapped her hands: "Then it's decided, Miaomiao will play the princess!"

"Princess?" Ji Shumiao curled her lips. "With my temperament, I should be a queen, right?"

Li Xiang finished off the opponent quietly: "You only took up the last two words, King."

Ji Shumiao curled his lips: "..."

Why, why are all her close friends trying to tear her down?

The music teacher clapped his hands and said, "Okay, kids, let's go to the third music room and start rehearsing."

"Okay~~"

Ji Shumiao and Li Xiang were walking at the end. Before Ji Shumiao even walked out the door, his shoe laces came undone again, and Li Xiang complained about him, saying "a lazy donkey going to the millstone".

There were some problems during the first rehearsal. Han Qi, who played the prince, blushed and stammered in front of Ji Shumiao, and as soon as he opened his mouth he sang out of tune and sang Mariana.

During the break, Li Xiang played with Ji Shumiao and sang the lyrics of Prince to tease her. The music teacher who was giving Han Qi a private lesson looked at Li Xiang, then looked back at Han Qi...

When they started again, Ji Shumiao twisted his waist towards Li Xiang and smiled naively: "Prince Xiang, don't fall in love with me~"

Li Xiang scratched his head and was also very happy: "I don't need to wear a skirt to play a prince~"

The rehearsal time passed quickly, and Ji Shumiao returned to the classroom and opened a bottle of mineral water to drink.

Ever since the Xiong Qi incident, she would not drink water that was out of her sight at school.

Tsk, how did she end up being attacked from all sides at school?

The next class was supposed to be a moral education class, but the person who entered the classroom was Yang Lina. She rushed to Ji Shumiao's desk and asked, "Is it you? Did you take it?"

"What?" Ji Shumiao held the bottle of mineral water in his hand, wanting to splash it on her face. "Don't be crazy, what did I take?"

Yang Lina grabbed her schoolbag and dumped everything out, with books and stationery scattered all over the floor...

"Are you sick?!" Ji Shumiao cursed, and raised his hand holding the mineral water bottle to splash it on her face.

Amid the pile of books and stationery on the ground, a spot of gold stood out - it was Yang Lina's gold bracelet.

Yang Lina's hair was dripping with water. She screamed angrily and slapped Ji Shumiao. Her sharp nails cut her skin.

Feeling a dull pain on his face, Ji Shumiao frowned and looked straight into Yang Lina's eyes.

Yang Lina panicked for a moment. Normally, shouldn’t a child cry after being slapped?

Ji Shumiao's friends rushed forward, and just as the farce was about to escalate, Teacher Wang Hong appeared at the door of the classroom in time: "Stop!"

Ji Shumiao and Yang Lina followed Teacher Wang Hong to the office. Li Xiang and others helped pack Ji Shumiao's schoolbag, while other students chattered...

Xiong Qi lay on the desk, buried his face in his arms and laughed heartily.

The matter has become so serious that the parents must be called.

My aunt, uncle, grandparents were all in my hometown and had not come back yet. Ji Shumiao was hesitant and didn't want Teacher Wang Hong to disturb his parents, so he held Teacher Wang Hong's hand and stopped her from making a phone call.

Yang Lina sat on a chair nearby, crossed her legs and sneered, "No one backs you up at home, right? If a thief shows up in my house, he'll be beaten to death."

"Don't make up your mind. Which eye of yours saw me stealing?" Ji Shumiao glanced at her.

"Look at her! She doesn't look like a student at all!" Yang Lina pointed at her and said to others.

The head teacher also came. He still remembered Ji Shumiao, the kid who bullied his classmates.

Ji Shumiao spat: "How can you be a role model for a teacher? What kind of teacher's ethics do you have?"

"Say less!" Wang Hong frowned and scolded. She said this to Ji Shumiao, but her words were actually addressed to two people.

Wang Hong exhaled lightly and slowed down her tone: "Your parents must be informed of this matter. Do you want to tell them or should I?"

"Let me do it." Ji Shumiao pouted unhappily.

Wang Hong handed her the phone.

When he received the call, Ji Zhenhua was holding his wife by the window in the sun and whispering sweet nothings to her. In the crib behind them, Tongtong stared at the toy fish hanging above with his eyes wide open, drooling as he wondered whether to eat grilled or fried fish first when he was old enough to eat.

The sudden ringing of a bell broke the tranquility in the room, and Ji Zhenhua freed one hand to answer the phone.

"Dad..." Ji Shumiao was depressed.

"Miaomiao~"

Ji Zhenhua glanced at the caller ID and realized that this was not his precious daughter's phone.

Qin Rong took the phone from his hand and pressed the speakerphone.

Ji Shumiao: "Is mom next to you?"

Qin Rong glanced at her husband, and Ji Zhenhua immediately understood: "No, Mom is doing a rehabilitation program."

Ji Shumiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Ba Ba, I got into a little trouble, can you come to school?"

Ji Zhenhua: "What's the matter? How did you get into trouble? It must be trouble that got you into trouble."

Ji Shumiao nodded, thinking that her father was right.

"My English teacher's gold bracelet disappeared and turned up in my schoolbag, so she thought I stole it..."

"What?" Qin Rong couldn't sit still anymore and grabbed the phone. "Who is she insulting? Why is the bracelet so valuable?"

"..." Ji Shumiao sighed, without asking why Qin Rong was there, "It's made of pure gold, I heard it's worth around 2,000 yuan."

"She cursed so badly." Qin Rong walked around the room angrily, "Don't be afraid, mom will be here soon."

"You haven't finished your confinement yet." Ji Zhenhua advised hurriedly, "I can go over there."

Qin Rong hung up the phone and threw it into his arms: "How can I sit still while I am still in confinement?"

On the other side, Ji Shumiao sighed while holding her phone. She knew it would turn out like this.