Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

It seemed that Leng Yanqiu had cried and made a scene when she heard the good news, insisting that her grandparents also recognize her as a descendant of the Leng family. She felt very aggrieved. In addition to being bullied at school, she had thought about suicide countless times and had thought about several practical ways to commit suicide.

But now, Leng Yanqiu was completely indifferent. After eating and washing the dishes, he went back to his room, closed the door, and sat cross-legged in meditation. Cultivation was still the most important thing, and he needed to summon more spiritual energy.

There was a little more spiritual energy in the village than in the campus. Half an hour later, Leng Yanqiu felt relaxed, and the bruises on his head and body from the beatings had dissipated a lot.

She finished her practice, smelled the sour odor coming from her body, and decided to take a bath first. Once her spiritual power was restored, she could live a life away from worldly matters, and she could also use a dust removal technique to solve the cleaning problem.

Grandpa Leng has returned home. The old couple’s mumbling voices are not very clear, but laughter can be heard from time to time, which shows that they are very happy to have a grandson.

Leng Yanqiu did not go to the main room to join in the fun. The family spent a long time drying water in the yard. The long and large iron bathtub was placed in the place with the most sunlight, covered with a translucent plastic sheet to keep it warm. The water in it was enough for the three people to bathe separately.

The two red plastic basins were for Leng Yanqiu's exclusive use. She carried two half-basins of warm water into the house with ease. The bathing procedure was a bit troublesome, and she needed to change the water specifically for washing her hair. Leng Yanqiu shrugged her shoulders, took a pair of scissors, and "clicked, clicked" to trim the three thousand strands of troublesome hair to the length of the earlobes, and shortened the heavy hair on both sides used to cover her face to the eyebrows.

The look in the small round mirror was a little strange, her bangs were cut too neatly, and the back of her head was messy. Leng Yanqiu was quite satisfied, and she plunged into the water to wash, feeling extremely relaxed.

When it comes to fighting, the most taboo thing is to have long hair. Once your hair is grabbed by your opponent and held in his hand, you will just be beaten up.

Leng Yanqiu, feeling refreshed, sat on the bed again, hooked his fingers around the straps of his schoolbag, and pondered for a minute.

Should an old soul who has lived for five hundred years continue to study?

Does Leng Yanqiu need a diploma? Definitely not.

Do you need to use achievements to gain praise from others? Definitely not.

But due to lack of spiritual energy, she couldn't practice all day like she did in the past three hundred years.

Leng Yanqiu was bored, so he pulled out the textbook from his schoolbag and started flipping through it.

She had no problem with subjects that required memorization; she could easily engrave them in her mind.

Math, physics and chemistry... Leng Yanqiu flicked the stack of bills with his index finger. Five thousand yuan was enough to buy a smart phone.

The three of them, young and old, live together and have no plans to buy computers or other items. Currently, the most advanced communication tool in the home is a mobile phone for the elderly owned by the couple, and its function is limited to making calls.

Therefore, in order to do well in mathematics, physics and chemistry, Leng Yanqiu needs to find a way on his own, and the easiest way is to search for information on a mobile phone.

It seems that learning is also a happy thing. Leng Yanqiu found the feeling of concentrating on practicing, and simply flipped through the pile of textbooks piled on the stove.

She found a new problem: the English textbook she was studying was missing from her schoolbag. She had almost forgotten the existence of this subject, but the textbooks for the first and second grade of junior high school were still there.

She can remember the written arrangement of words and sentences by memory, but how to read them? She must buy a mobile phone.

"Ahem," it was Grandpa Leng coughing outside the door, "Qiu'er, do you have a lot of homework today? It's already eleven o'clock."

"Oh, let's go to bed now." Leng Yanqiu agreed, and the old man's footsteps returned to the main room.

Grandma's voice came again: "Qiu'er, don't be unable to get out of bed tomorrow."

"Oh." Leng Yanqiu turned off the lights and meditated in the dark. She was used to resting like this.

The night in the countryside is quiet, with the occasional sounds of chickens crowing, dogs barking, and cars passing by, as if in another world.

There was a very faint light flickering in the sky above the Leng family courtyard.

The melon vines in the vegetable patch in the yard trembled slightly, and the stems and leaves of several rows of old leeks straightened. Grandpa and grandma Leng, who always complained about their lack of sleep due to their old age, slept especially soundly.

When Leng Yanqiu left home with her schoolbag, the two old people were still asleep. She did not go to the main room to cook as usual. She had money, but practicing Buddhism consumed a lot of physical energy, so she could not afford breakfast.

Located at the fringe of urban and rural areas, it is actually still in a rural setting. The only breakfast shops on both sides of the main street in the middle are steamed buns, fried dough sticks, ramen, and tofu pudding. The taste is very average and the sanitary conditions are very average.

Leng Yanqiu was not in a position to be picky, so she just showed off a basket of mutton and scallion dumplings, a plate of shredded pickled vegetables, and a bowl of tofu pudding.

There are very few little girls like her who come to eat alone, and even fewer who eat so much. There will definitely be surprised looks from people around, but who cares?

A group of male classmates who were eating outside the ramen restaurant were familiar with the place. When they saw Leng Yanqiu passing by with her schoolbag on her back, they started to scream strangely, "Three-inch Ding, eh eh eh..." without changing the words.

However, there was no need for Leng Yanqiu to show his power, as those strange cries stopped suddenly as if their throats were strangled halfway.

"She was the one who broke You Dianshuai's leg!"

"Is it true? I heard that they pretended to kick it and broke it and asked San Cun Ding to pay for it..."

"It should be true. The whole family didn't go home yesterday. They were waiting for the operation."

Leng Yanqiu ignored all the discussions behind her. She was only paying attention to the mobile phone store on the roadside. It was not open for business. It seemed that she had to wait until noon to buy anything.

When walking into the classroom, the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly stagnated, as if the classmates had not expected Leng Yanqiu to come to school.

So, the desk that originally belonged to Leng Yanqiu and had "SB" painted on all four sides got off track and was placed upside down at an angle in the corner of the classroom, serving as a trash can.

The stool was gone too.

Leng Yanqiu was at a loss for a moment. To be honest, she really didn't want to argue with a group of little brats, but they had no vision, were weak, and had a strong addiction to bullying the weak.

I had no choice but to fight.

She went straight to move You Dianshuai's desk and stool and placed them in her own corner near the back door. Then she took out the book and turned the pages, "swish swish", to reinforce her memory.

The classroom gradually became noisy again, but no students tried to show off in front of Leng Yanqiu. Even the English teacher in charge of today's morning reading walked by and did not point out that she was holding a Chinese textbook.

The advantage of being a poor student in a graduating class is that as long as you don’t disrupt the lectures, basically no teacher will pay attention to you.

The morning reading teacher had to manage two classes at once, and as soon as her figure disappeared, the boys who pretended to be hardworking started to commit suicide.

It probably wasn't aimed at Leng Yanqiu. The game of using a rubber band as a slingshot to shoot out paper rolls was an indiscriminate attack. When the wind blew, Leng Yanqiu flicked his index finger without even raising his head, and the folded paper roll flew back and accurately shot into the laughing mouth of the male classmate.

"Well--"

The distance was too close and the force was too great. After a muffled groan, the male student jumped up again, covered his mouth with both hands, then let go of his hands, bent over and sprayed wildly, spraying out a paper roll and a bloody tooth.

This is this...

What's going on with the third grade class? After Dian Shuai injured his leg yesterday, there was another bloody incident today.

"Wuwu┭┮﹏┭┮My tooth fell out! Wuwu Sancun Ding, you knocked my tooth out..."