Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Junior high school students have one more class in the afternoon and finish school an hour later.

Ji Shumiao looked at the sun outside, politely declined Han Qi and Du Zixi's suggestion to go home together, and strolled to the next door high school to find Brother Lang.

After her coquettishness and constant persuasion, the gatekeeper let her in.

Ji Shumiao chuckled: "Thank you, uncle, you are so kind!"

The old man waved his hand with a smile: "Go find your brother."

"Class 7, Grade 9..." Ji Shumiao muttered as he searched for the classroom. At the end of the corridor, he bumped into a boy who was hurrying up the stairs.

The chewy little rice cake hit the iron wall and was bounced out, and Ji Shumiao landed on his butt.

My butt hurts, my nose bridge hurts, but what hurts the most is the future pair of 36C breasts.

Ji Shumiao shed natural tears of pain and couldn't help crying out loud.

"Are you okay?" The instigator squatted down and asked.

Seeing that face, Ji Shumiao wanted to cry even more and immediately burst into tears.

She and Zhou Paopi were absolutely incompatible. In her previous life, he exploited and oppressed her, causing her to fall to death on the stairs. In this life, he flattened her breasts as soon as they met.

Can't grow up!!!

The more Ji Shumiao cried, the sadder she became. The sadder she became, the harder she cried. She covered her chest with her hands and cried endlessly.

This attracted a lot of onlookers, who accused Zhou Hui of making the girl cry.

Zhou Hui's scalp was numbed by her crying. He reached out to help her, but Ji Shumiao waved his hand away. He had to ask for help from the female classmate next to him.

Ji Shulang, who was doing homework in the classroom next door, felt his ears move and his scalp tingled as well - why did this crying sound like that of the little ancestor at home?

Ji Shumiao stood up with the help of the two young ladies, still crying with his neck tilted back.

"Little sister, where does it hurt? Tell your sister."

"Ancestor!" Ji Shulang exclaimed, pushing through the crowd and running over, "What's going on?"

Ji Shumiao cried out loudly, grabbed Ji Shulang's school uniform, and pointed at Zhou Hui while crying, saying, "He bullied me! Brother! Help me beat him up!"

Zhou Hui looked at Ji Shulang at a loss, "I bumped into her when I turned the corner while going upstairs."

"He did it on purpose!" Ji Shumiao cried loudly and threw herself into Lang Ge's arms, crying so hard that her heart was broken and she was heartbroken.

Ji Shulang coughed lightly: "Don't cry, I'll help you beat him up."

Ji Shumiao's expression changed in an instant: "Okay."

Zhou Hui: “…”

People who eat melon: "..."

Ji Shulang grabbed Zhou Hui by the collar and punched him twice. He turned his back to Ji Shumiao and winked at him while grabbing his collar and leading him to the men's bathroom: "I'll beat you to death for bullying my sister!"

The acting is terrible.

Ji Shumiao rolled her eyes. She knew Ji Shulang was just trying to fool her, so she didn't follow him. She just wanted to annoy Zhou Baopi.

Moreover, Ji Shumiao took a breath and touched his chest and nose bridge - it really hurts!

Why does it feel more and more painful? Is her nose broken? She is still very satisfied with her nose!

"Brother, I'm sorry." Seeing that the little ancestor didn't catch up, Ji Shulang straightened Zhou Hui's collar with an apologetic look on his face, "I really can't afford to offend the little ancestor of my family."

"It's okay, it was my fault in the first place." Zhou Hui said nonchalantly, "She must have been hurt from the fall, but she was just too embarrassed to say it."

Ji Shulang scratched his head: "Then I can't ask."

When Ji Shulang returned, he saw Ji Shumiao still standing there crying, her eyes full of tears and her lips trembling uncontrollably. She looked so pitiful.

"I hurt..."

Ji Shulang was sure that she was not crying fake tears, so he immediately asked for leave from the teacher and took her to the hospital for examination.

The problem is not that big. There is no problem with the buttocks and breasts, but the X-ray revealed that the bridge of the nose is fractured.

"No need to treat it." The doctor handed the X-ray to Ji Shulang, "It's just a bone fracture. It will heal on its own. Just pay attention to a light diet recently and don't get injured again."

Ji Shumiao's pain had already passed its worst by now, and he sat on the examination stool sobbing in silence.

Zhou Hui, who followed her, stood behind her at a loss, frowning and saying nothing.

Ji Shumiao looked back at him and snorted angrily.

Ji Shulang thanked the doctor, carried Ji Shumiao out of the clinic, and shook the bag of X-rays in his hand: "Thank you, Ji Miaomiao, for your indelible contribution to the development of our country's medical industry."

It's really bad luck. In the past few months, Ji Shumiao has been to the hospital at least once a month.

Zhou Hui: "How much did you spend? Tell me the figure and I'll give it to you."

"Do you have money?" Ji Shumiao asked unhappily.

At this time, Zhou Hui was fourteen years old. He was not yet the Zhou Paopi who later became, but a little bitter melon living under someone else's roof.

After Zhou Hui became successful in his career, his growth experience was thoroughly exposed by all major media outlets. Ji Shumiao also read a lot of it. To put it simply, his biological mother died, his stepmother abused him, and his biological father didn't love him, so he was taken home by his uncle to be raised. His uncle's family had no extra food and they lived a hard life. His aunt was also a powerful figure, so Zhou Hui's teenage years were as miserable as Coptis chinensis.

Zhou Hui bent down and looked her in the eyes, his expression sincere and serious: "I will work part-time to make money and pay you back."

"No, my family has plenty of money." Ji Shumiao raised his chin, held Ji Shulang's hand and shook it, "Brother, I want to go home."

"Let's go." Ji Shulang turned to Zhou Hui and said, "You really don't have to take it to heart."

Ji Shumiao's butt was still hurting and she didn't want to ride the bike, so Ji Shulang pushed the bike and walked with her. After leaving the hospital, he bought a bottle of ice cola from a roadside shop to coax her.

Ji Shumiao was not allowed to drink carbonated drinks at home, and it was rare for him to drink them.

The weather is hot and I've been crying for so long, I really need a bottle of ice-cold Bingkuoluo.

Ji Shumiao's eyes were eager, but Ji Shulang searched his pockets and found that he had no cash, so he asked, "Can I pay by card?"

"Little brother, do you think this place is a place where you can pay with a credit card?"

Ji Shumiao spent all the cash he had on him by noon.

I really miss the era of mobile payment.

Ji Shumiao sighed inwardly and rolled his eyes at Ji Shulang: "Waste!"

"Tsk, I just used it up in the hospital!"

A hand holding ten yuan passed over Ji Shumiao's head: "Two bottles of iced Coke."

Ji Shumiao: "..."

Ji Shumiao walked out of the store with iced cola in both hands, still with a bad face: "I won't thank you!"

"She is usually... quite reasonable." Ji Shulang couldn't help but explain, "Brother, why don't you have a bottle yourself?"

Zhou Hui took the change from the boss and shook his head.

The two walked out of the shop side by side, Ji Shumiao gritted his teeth and struggled with the bottle cap.

Ji Shulang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He loosened the cap of the bottle in his hand and replaced the bottle in her hand: "You have little strength, but a big temper."

Ji Shumiao glanced at Zhou Hui and said, "He's big, but he's small-minded."

"How is he narrow-minded?" Ji Shulang smiled and rubbed her head. "Since he is my classmate, how about you forgive him this time, Brother Miao? Let him be your little brother to atone for his sins?"

Ji Shumiao's eyes lit up and a mysterious smile came from his throat.

Zhou Hui is her younger brother? !

What do you call this? This is called the emancipated serfs singing!

Considering Zhou Hui's future wealth, it would not be a loss for her to be her younger brother!

When Zhou Hui starts his own business, I will invest some money in him. Then, in this life, isn't he just working for me to make money?

In the face of Ji Shumiao's villainous smile, Zhou Hui looked at Ji Shulang with a confused expression.

Ji Shulang reminded quietly: "Call me boss, Boss Miao will help you to rise to great heights."

"Boss." Zhou Hui struggled to dig out these two words from his throat.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!" Ji Shumiao put his hands on his hips and raised his head, laughing like the Black Magic Fairy.

Zhou Hui and Ji Shulang were both confused.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Hui, right?" Ji Shumiao nodded with satisfaction, "You understand the rules, right?"

Zhou Hui asked: "What are the rules?"

"My rules are rules!"

Kneel down! - This is what Ji Shumiao said in his heart.