Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

I wanted to let my daughter rest for another day, but Ji Shumiao got up early and stood in front of the couple: "I'm fine, I'm going to school!"

The natural voice is so sweet even without any makeup, it sounds so nice.

Ji Shumiao was born with a good voice. Unlike most girls who have a soft and cute voice, her voice is sweet, crisp and clear, and she is particularly outstanding when singing. Unfortunately, her voice was damaged in her previous life when Qin Rong died. Although her voice is not as good as before, it is still beautiful when she sings.

Ji Zhenhua refused: "Take another day off."

Ji Shumiao shook his head and said firmly: "I want to go to school! I want to skip a grade to save tuition for my parents."

If you don't skip a grade in elementary school, you won't be able to skip a grade in middle school.

Qin Rong's heart melted, and she couldn't stop feeling distressed. She slapped Ji Zhenhua on the arm and said, "It's all your fault. If you could earn 100 million, would your daughter have to work so hard?"

These words were spoken rudely and overbearingly, but she always spoke with a hint of coquettishness and anger, with a smile between her eyebrows, making Ji Zhenhua willing to be beaten and feel as sweet as honey.

"It's my dad's fault." Ji Zhenhua felt guilty.

Qin Rong made breakfast and Ji Zhenhua combed her hair.

It’s embarrassing to say that Ji Shumiao still doesn’t know how to tie her hair even though she’s almost ten years old, but it’s not entirely her fault.

She now had waist-length hair that was so thick and dense that she couldn't comb it herself. She couldn't hold all her hair in one hand, let alone tie it up.

"Dad, why don't you sell my hair so I can comb my own hair."

"No! Short hair looks so ugly! The girl has long flowing hair, so pretty! Just like your mother when she was young."

“It can be sold.”

"My family isn't rich, but we don't need your money."

Ji Shumiao's nose felt sore and he almost cried again.

In her previous life, when she was in the second grade of junior high school, she sold her hair to buy medicine for her mother. The collector shaved her hair from the roots, and it turned out to be very ugly. She had to live with that ugly head for a whole year, and Qin Rong cried secretly many times because of this.

"Okay, beautiful!" Ji Zhenhua tied the little flower at the end of her hair and clapped his hands with satisfaction, "My daughter is the most beautiful girl."

Qin Rong: "Wash your hands and eat."

Ji Zhenhua: "My wife is the most beautiful old lady!"

Then Mr. Ji received a pair of rolled eyes from Ms. Qin: "Who is old? I am old because I have suffered with you! Do you think a woman wearing gold and silver looks old?"

"When I make a lot of money, I'll buy my mom a big gold bracelet, a string of them!" Ji Shumiao answered crisply, "I'll buy her a big necklace, a gold necklace as big as Monk Sha's!"

Qin Rong couldn't help laughing: "You are so sweet!"

Before leaving the house, Ji Shumiao avoided his parents' sight and emptied his piggy bank.

"It's not raining, it's not windy, the sun is shining—"

Sitting on the back seat of Ji Zhenhua's bicycle, listening to Ji Zhenhua singing the out-of-tune folk old song, Ji Shumiao's full of emotion finally turned into a sigh.

Ji Zhenhua: "You are just a kid, why are you sighing? You have sighed away all your good luck."

Even if she had extremely good luck, it would have been used up after she traveled back in time.

"Got it, Dad!"

When they got to school, Ji Zhenhua stuffed five yuan into her pocket and said, "Use this to buy rubber bands and beautiful notebooks, but you can't buy food or drinks. You can't eat outside. Tell dad what you want to eat and he'll make it for you."

Ji Shumiao nodded obediently: "I understand, Dad."

Ji Zhenhua sent her to class, and gave the medicine she was going to take at noon to the class teacher, asking the class teacher to take good care of his patient.

Ji Shumiao is now in the fourth grade. She still remembers her current head teacher, Ms. Wang, who is a very gentle and beautiful Chinese teacher.

Because she was younger, I was treated with extra leniency since the first grade.

Ji Shumiao's birthday was at the end of August. There was no fixed age limit for primary school years. Six or seven years old could go to school, so he was packed up and sent to primary school when he turned six.

Qin Rong and her husband had a simple idea. If they could learn, they would continue their studies. If they couldn't, they would repeat the year. After all, they were young and it wouldn't hurt to spend more time studying. Unexpectedly, Ji Shumiao's grades were always among the best after he started school.

Ji Shumiao couldn't remember any of his classmates, so he tried not to say anything in accordance with the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes.

The girl sitting next to her was a round-faced girl with pigtails. Seeing that she hadn't said anything, she asked, "Miaomiao, why aren't you talking?"

"Silence is golden. I'm saving money." Ji Shumiao took a look at the name on her homework book and knew that her name was Du Zixi.

"Oh oh." Du Zixi nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll save it too."

"Miaomiao, I'm lying to you!" The fat boy at the back laughed exaggeratedly, "You believe this, are you stupid if you have a loose stomach?"

Ji Shumiao rolled his eyes, picked up a Doraemon rubber and stuffed it into the fat boy's mouth: "Shut up!"

The little fat boy took out the eraser from his mouth, looking a little aggrieved, and wiped his saliva and gave it back to Ji Shumiao: "Why are you so fierce?"

"No, I'll give it to you." Ji Shumiao leaned back to avoid the eraser.

The little fat boy accepted it happily.

Ji Shumiao remembered that the chubby boy in the back seat, who was white with rosy complexion, unique, looked like Strawberry Snow Mei Niang but had a bad mouth, was called Han Qi, and he was secretly in love with her.

The development of fourth grade students is uneven - in all aspects.

Some girls have already had their first period, while some are still destroying you on behalf of the moon; some boys are reading adult novels, while some are still peeing in ant nests...

But no matter whether they mature early or late, in the eyes of Ji Shumiao, an old aunt who is almost 30 years old, they are all a bunch of little kids.

The last class in the afternoon was a computer class. After Ji Shumiao got on the computer, he logged into his QQ account immediately and sure enough, he received the message sent by "Yayao Ahead" last night.

When the computer class was over, Ji Shumiao stood at the stairs and was completely dumbfounded - why were the stairs in the elementary school so high?

Her home was on the first floor, her classroom was on the third floor, and her computer room was on the fifth floor. Teacher Wang did not allow her to go to the morning exercises, and lunch was delivered to each classroom from the cafeteria. Ji Shumiao had not gone downstairs the entire day, and only now did she realize that something was wrong with her.

Ji Shumiao grabbed her hair and held on to the stair railing tightly.

The excruciating pain of a broken cervical vertebra now clearly appeared in my mind, and phantom pain began to appear in the back of my neck.

Ji Shumiao wanted to cry but had no tears. He died by falling down the stairs in his previous life. It should be normal that he was afraid to go downstairs in this life.

"Mom..."

"Miao Miao, what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?" Du Zixi asked with concern.

The other students have already run away. After all, they are not active after school and have problems with their thinking.

Only the fat boy Han Qi kept looking back at the two of them.

If she doesn't leave, the teacher will be alerted and she won't know how to explain it then.

"You, come up." Ji Shumiao pointed at Han Qi and said, "Help me, I just sprained my ankle."

The little fat boy has a large tonnage and a stable center of gravity.

The little fat boy was surprised and happy. He tucked the book under his arm and freed his hands to help her.

Du Zixi: "Ah? Is it serious? I'll go get the teacher!"

"It's nothing serious, little angel."

Ji Shumiao's call of "little angel" made Du Zixi blush and feel shy. She took both her and Han Qi's books in her hands.

Ji Shumiao held the stair railing with one hand and held Xiaopang with the other, and finally reached the classroom safely and went down the teaching building safely.

"I'm suddenly better. Goodbye, Xiaopang. Goodbye, Xixi!"

After going downstairs, Ji Shumiao blew a kiss to the two of them goodbye, then quickly left the fat boy and the little angel behind, rushed out of the school at the fastest speed, and rushed to the lottery shop three hundred meters away.

Was she going to the lottery shop? No! She was going to the wonderful life in this life!

Ji Shumiao handed over a piece of draft paper and twenty yuan: "Boss, buy a lottery ticket."

"Little girls can't buy lottery tickets."

Ji Shumiao pointed at the man who was on the phone not far away and said, "My father asked me to buy it."

"Okay, how much does it cost?"

"I want eight bets. My dad said eight-eight means lucky!"

Ji Shumiao pretended to be a loli so well that she couldn't help but get goosebumps.

店老板被她逗得直笑，拿起草稿纸开始打印彩票：“05 11 16 24 32 33 08 09。”

"Eight bets for sixteen dollars."

"It's twenty yuan!" Ji Shumiao changed his words temporarily, "Twenty yuan."

If you win the lottery too many times, it will definitely attract attention, so you might as well buy enough at once.

"Row!"

Fortunately, this time the store owner didn't ask any more questions and issued the ticket promptly.

Ji Shumiao put the lottery ticket into the inner pocket of her schoolbag and quickly ran to the school gate. Her father, who always picked her up and dropped her off at school rain or shine, had indeed arrived, holding his bicycle and looking around.

Ji Shumiao rushed forward: "Dad, I'm here."

"Why didn't I see you come out?" Ji Zhenhua said as he carried her to the back seat of the car, "Are we going home or looking for mom?"

"Looking for mom!"

Ji Shumiao must meet his enemy.

Ji Zhenhua and his wife came to Beijing to work in the year 2000. At first, Qin Rong worked in a laundry shop and Ji Zhenhua worked as a handyman on a construction site. Later, Ji Zhenhua was injured on the construction site and almost lost two fingers. Qin Rong said she would not let him go to work on the construction site again. The two used their meager savings to set up a snack stand. Although the revenue was unstable, they made more money than before and had more free time, which allowed them to take care of Ji Shumiao.

Their snack stand is often set up at the entrance of a technical school. There is not much business at the moment. Qin Rong is fanning herself and chatting with the woman who is selling roasted chicken legs next to her.

"Hey, whose little princess is here!" Zhao Mei stood up to greet her with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and let auntie hug you."

Ji Shumiao dodged her hand, stared at the bruises on her eyes and mouth, wishing he could chew her alive.

It was this woman who destroyed her family.

"Oh, it's been such a short time since we last met, and you don't recognize Aunt Meimei anymore?" Zhao Mei pretended to be disappointed and withdrew her hand.

"Auntie is so greasy, Miaomiao wants to vomit."

Ji Shumiao pretended to vomit, which scared Ji Zhenhua so much that he quickly carried her out of the back seat of the car and took her to a flower bed in the distance to pat her on the back.

"Miaomiao has been sick these past two days, please don't mind it." Qin Rong explained apologetically.

"Tsk, I'm not saying you guys are too meticulous in raising a daughter. We poor girls can't be raised so preciously." Zhao Mei preached, "When she grows up, no one in her husband's family will want her."

Ji Shumiao on the side rolled his eyes, thinking that he definitely couldn't spit it out, so he took Ji Zhenhua's hand away and said, "I can't spit it out."

"If you can't vomit it out, forget it." Ji Zhenhua took the kettle and gave her some water to drink.

Ji Shumiao held his own children's water bottle and drank two gulps: "I can't spit out ivory."

Qin Rong just thought she was just a childish thing and smiled as she pulled her into her arms: "You can still spit out ivory? Then your mouth is really precious."

Ji Shumiao buried himself in his mother's arms: "Mom, I don't want to be wanted by my in-laws."

Zhao Mei interrupted, "If I don't have a husband who wants me, I'll become an old maid. It's so embarrassing!"

The suffering some people endure is worthy of her recognition.

Ji Shumiao said seriously: "But Miaomiao is not as tough as Auntie."