Double Life: My whole world is you

Hearing his words, everyone put away their books and prepared to sleep, including Cheng Qiao. During the nap, everyone lay on the table with their heads on their hands. Cheng Qiao was looking to the right. The person on the right hadn't come. She knew that person took a nap in his uncle's office. She half-closed her eyes and thought about what had happened in the past half day. It felt like it was real and fake. She didn't know why she came back to this time. Maybe it was because her former friends were here, but more importantly, it was because this was where they met. Was it their purest and truest memories? If they did it again, could their ending be rewritten? Would that person change? If they did it again, would I live my life step by step, or would I live a different life in this life? Thinking about these things in my mind, I also recalled some things from my previous life, and fell asleep unknowingly.

In her sleep, she heard someone calling her, "Qiao, Qiao, get up, or you'll be late for work."

Go to work? She opened her eyes dazedly and saw her mother. She muttered, "Mom, why did you come into my dream?"

"What are you talking about? Get up." Her mother pulled up her quilt. "Look at you. You don't sleep at midnight every day and don't get up in the morning. Others go to work at 8 o'clock, but you go to work at 9 o'clock. Now it's almost 9 o'clock, and you still want to get up to do this and that. You can't even go to work at 10 o'clock."

Cheng Qiao rubbed her eyes and habitually went to the bed to pick up her phone. It was indeed 8:50. She quickly got up and put on her clothes. Cheng's mother went out and said, "Come over and eat after you finish brushing your teeth. I have already cooked the dumplings."

Cheng Qiao brushed her teeth in a hurry and came out. At this time, Cheng's mother had already brought out the dumplings and made her a cup of milk. "Look at you, you can work at home, but you insist on setting up a studio and spending thousands of dollars more every year."

"I just don't want to work when I'm at home!" Cheng Qiao muttered while eating dumplings, "I don't know what my relatives will say if I work from home."

"You! You just complain about the money. Thousands of dollars a year, how can you not use it for other purposes?!"

"Okay, okay, Mom, you should go to work quickly. You'll be late if you don't leave now." Cheng Qiao urged.

"When you're done eating, just leave the bowl on the table. I've packed your lunch, so you can just put it in the microwave." Cheng's mother instructed as they walked.

"I know." Cheng Qiao answered while opening her phone. She saw a message from a long-term client saying that the manuscript had to be submitted tomorrow morning and she had to work overtime again today. She was about to reply to the client when she felt someone pushing her. She felt her head was heavy and she opened her eyes dazedly. Seeing Liqin's appearance, she said, "Am I dreaming again?"

"Oh, hurry up and get up, the teacher is here." Liqin said anxiously.

Cheng Qiao rubbed her eyes and looked up, only to see a female teacher with shoulder-length hair looking at her. She smiled at the teacher shyly, "Be careful next time."

The teacher nodded and continued her lesson. Cheng Qiao quickly picked up the English textbook and lowered her head. She didn't have a deep impression of this teacher. She only remembered that this female teacher only taught them English for one year in the second grade of junior high school. The English teacher in the third grade seemed to be a male teacher with glasses. Cheng Qiao lowered her head and thought about nothing. She didn't hear a word of what the teacher said. She had never been good at English, and she had hardly used English after graduation. Her current level was about that of kindergarten. She could probably only remember the 26 English letters.

She didn't know how long she had been like this, but she was still drowsy. She looked up and saw Teacher Yang still reading the textbook seriously. She pinched herself hard and instantly became a little more awake. Then she heard her stomach growling. She touched her stomach and regretted not having a good meal at noon. She thought about going to the canteen to buy something to eat after class.

After finally getting through the get out of class, Teacher Yang walked out of the classroom. She felt her pockets and searched her schoolbag, and suddenly realized that she didn't have a penny. She thought that she had come in a hurry that morning, and her grandmother didn't give her any money. The money on her meal card was probably left over from last semester, which was very embarrassing. Asking someone to borrow money to buy food? It's not a good idea to ask someone to borrow money on the first day of school, right? She rubbed her stomach and told herself to hold on.

In this way, the second class in the afternoon began. It was still an English class. Teacher Yang continued her lesson. Cheng Qiao still listened absentmindedly, occasionally rubbing her stomach, and finally finished the class. She lay on the table. It was so uncomfortable to be hungry. After all, she was only fourteen years old at this time. She was still growing up, and she also had stomach problems. When she was hungry, her stomach hurt a lot. She frowned uncomfortably. Wang Liting next to her hesitated for a while, took out a pack of breakfast biscuits from her schoolbag, opened it, counted out six pieces, and handed them to her, "Here, I'll give you some to fill your stomach."

Looking at the breakfast pancake, Cheng Qiao swallowed her saliva, took it, and said embarrassedly, "Thank you."

She knew that Wang Liqin's family was also a very ordinary family. They usually only had 100 yuan a month for lunch meals. This pack of breakfast was almost a week's snack. Because she had done this before, a pack of breakfast biscuits was about 20 yuan, and two yuan was quite cost-effective. She could eat two pieces to replenish energy when she was hungry.

Cheng Qiao finished the six breakfast pancakes in less than two minutes. She was really hungry and her stomach felt better instantly. She glanced at Li Qin, who took a breakfast pancake and ate it slowly. She saw Cheng Qiao looking at her and pursed her lips, "I'll keep four and give you the rest."

"No, that's not necessary." Cheng Qiao quickly refused, "I'm not hungry anymore."

"I know you didn't eat much at noon, so go ahead and eat." She said, "I'll buy another bag tomorrow."

"Thank you." Cheng Qiao said sincerely. She ate four more cookies and instantly felt strong. At this time, the class bell rang, and Teacher Wu walked into the classroom, and everyone quickly sat down.

Teacher Wu stood on the podium, put his lesson plan aside, and said in a relaxed manner, "The main task of our class is to select class leaders. First, we will select the class monitor. Is there anyone who would like to nominate himself?"

After he asked, everyone looked at each other, and no one said anything. Then Teacher Wu cleared his throat and continued to ask, "Does anyone have any recommendations?"

After he asked, several male voices shouted from behind, "Wu Langlang."

Hearing the shouting from behind, Cheng Qiao looked back. Wu Langlang was from the same bay as Teacher Wu. He was a very thoughtful person. At this moment, he was tall and sitting in the last row with big, bright eyes. He was the oldest in the class, five or six years older than the average age. He was the eldest in the family and had a younger brother and sister. He had worked outside for a few years. His clear goal was to learn repairmanship after finishing the second year of junior high school, because there was physics in the second year of junior high school and he wanted to learn electricity well. Indeed, he had some small achievements later on and opened more than ten hardware equipment repair shops in the city.

Cheng Qiao was thinking about Wu Langlang when Teacher Wu's voice rang out, "Okay, since everyone agrees that Wu Langlang should be the monitor, then everyone can recommend another deputy monitor."