After a simple rebirth

This matter can only be put on hold temporarily until Yu Xiang finds someone and see what the result is.

Dad Fu took his two nephews to the market. The industrial area was crowded at night and quite lively. Fu Yu couldn't take the three children to the market by herself during the day, so usually Dad Fu or Wang Changjie would take them out for a walk at night.

Fu Ying returned home. She had to prepare her school bag and uniform for school tomorrow. She didn't know what classes she had tomorrow, so she had to see if there was a handwritten schedule. She also didn't know whether she had to bring all her textbooks to school or just attend the classes.

The purple schoolbag was on the second floor. It was a bit heavy to pick up and a bit messy when opened. Books, test papers, and notebooks were placed in a disorderly manner. The owner did not take good care of them, and they were basically curled. I took them all out. There were a few pens scattered under the schoolbag. Didn’t I have a pencil case or pencil case at that time? I didn’t see a water cup either. It seemed that there was really no water cup in junior high school, and there was no water dispenser in the school.

I roughly flipped through the book and didn't take many notes. I didn't finish most of the after-class exercises. I just corrected the answers for a few test papers, but didn't summarize the knowledge points.

Fu Ying thought about it and realized that her grades in junior high school were around the top ten in the class. When she was doing better, she could rank 6th or 7th, but she never made it into the top five. She had no study habits, never reviewed or prepared, and never worked hard. She only had good grades because of her age and good memory. When she listened carefully in class, she could remember 80% of what the teacher said. Fu Ying was very biased in her subjects, especially in the arts, or more precisely, in Chinese. She was usually in the top three in Chinese, and not very good at other subjects. She was very bad at science, and only scored around 80 points in junior high school math, and she had never studied physics or chemistry.

Now that I'm back, I definitely can't do this anymore.

I found the notebook with the handwritten timetable. The first page is the timetable. Tomorrow is Thursday. We will have morning English reading. In the morning, there will be two English classes, one Chinese class, and one math class. In the afternoon, there will be one physics class, one history class, and one physical education class.

I looked at the back few pages of the notebook again, which were for homework registration. The latest one was 5.30: copy the English words from Lesson 5, times for each, and do the dictation tomorrow morning; copy "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" for Chinese, and recite it tomorrow.

Oh my god, have you finished your homework? If not, you still have to finish it late at night? Also, do you have to recite "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital"? After so many years, I even forgot what the first sentence was. I only remember one sentence: "The former emperor tried to start a business three times but failed?"

I looked for another notebook. Fortunately, I finished the copying homework. As for dictation and recitation, it was a headache. I had no confidence in my memory. Could I recite "The Memorial to the Emperor on Departure" in one night? ? ?

I quickly packed up everything else and started to cram for the exam. I found "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" and read it. After all, I had memorized it, so I read it more fluently.

That's right, reading ancient Chinese literature at night is too confusing. I felt sleepy while reading, and forced myself to stay awake and continue reading. My eyes became more and more dry, and I woke up a few times, and fell asleep the next second...

"Fu Ying, Fu Ying, get up. We won't care about you anymore after the school bus leaves!"

Why is someone calling me again in the morning? Fu Ying fumbled for her phone, but instead of finding it, she touched the wall. This scene seemed familiar, as if it had happened recently.

"Fu Zhe, Fu Zhe, come down and brush your teeth!"

It was still the same shouting voice, now it was shouting for Fu Zhe. Fu Ying thought, she had heard someone shouting for her in her dreams, but rarely for Fu Zhe, and she rarely dreamed about him.

I continued to touch my phone to check the time, worried that I would oversleep. I also had to confirm whether I had an early shift today, otherwise I would be late.

I moved, but couldn't find the phone and my hand dropped.

Fu Ying suddenly opened her eyes. It was not yet bright in the sky and the roof was slanted. She sat up and looked at the 1.2-meter bed.

Now I am completely awake. Yes, I was reborn.

Fu's mother downstairs called out again, "Fu Ying, are you up yet? Don't sleep any more!"

Fu Ying finally responded, “Coming!”