The reborn male god will not come down

In the evening, his parents were watching TV in the living room, and Shen Yimo went to the study to surf the Internet. In fact, the configuration of their computer was quite good. This game was installed by him, and my father didn’t say anything. Now he still likes to play Legend of Blood. As for Fantasy Westward Journey and Tianlong Babu, he prefers the current version of the former, and he thinks he doesn’t need to play the latter for the time being. , The operation is too tiring, and I don't even have a mount.

After playing for a while, he lost interest. He thought it would be better to go back to the bedroom and watch "Shan Hai Jing". He remembered that in his previous life, Hanguang always disliked him as a man of science and technology, who was too unromantic. Strive to improve the situation.

Before he left the study and went to the bedroom, he heard his mother calling him in the living room: "Xiaomo, come and watch TV with mom."

Shen Yimo coughed lightly and turned towards her mother, thinking Hanguang, you have to forgive me, it's not that I'm not romantic, it's that my mother never gave me a chance to increase my romantic cells.

The mother moved a little to the side, let him sit down between herself and the father, and started chatting with him.

Of course, this conversation was all homely, and his mother said what he thought of, but in Shen Yimo's view, these words were quite technical, and he had to listen carefully, so as not to make a wrong sentence and cause his mother's dissatisfaction.

For example, my mother said to him: "You are going to start school in a few days. You are required to wear school uniforms in junior high school. Mom will buy you two coats for you to wear when you go out. You should wear more in school uniforms." Buy some, go to the street with mom tomorrow, what do you want to buy?"

Such a simple question is enough for Shen Yimo to think hard. Although my mother is asking for his opinion, she must be very clear about his preferences, so his answer must not be too far off. The problem is that he I am 30 years old, where can I remember what kind of clothes I liked when I was 13 years old...

He is very clear about what clothes he likes now, black shirts with vertical stripes, this is what Hanguang likes him to wear, saying that it makes him look thinner, but will this kind of clothes look too thin on a 13-year-old child? Mature? ?

After thinking about it, he still said, "Just a white shirt, any pattern will do."

White is his favorite color. After hearing this, his mother didn't express much, but said curiously: "Hey, don't you all like pullovers? You think it's troublesome to button up shirts. Why don't you hate them now?"

"..." Shen Yimo explained calmly with a black thread on her head: "Because a shirt looks better than a pullover, especially because my body shape is more suitable for wearing that."

In fact, he has been fond of pullovers for 28 years, and he was forced to change it after being with Hanguang, because Hanguang doesn’t like him wearing pullovers, but likes him wearing shirts, saying that they are more stylish, And Shen Yimo also quickly abandoned the pullover that he had kept for 28 years and quickly put it into the arms of the shirt, because every time he was too lazy to button it, Hanguang would scold him for being lazy and tie it for him by himself.

"Hey," my mother became even more curious because of what she said, and put her hand on his arm, perseveringly, "You have been interested in beauty since you were so young, and you have noticed what kind of clothes suit your body shape ?”

Shen Yimo: "..."

Before he could answer, his father, who had been watching TV, couldn't help but glanced at him, and teased, "Did a girl in your class say you look good in a shirt?"

...Sweating wildly, Shen Yimo said with an embarrassing face, "No, I just want to wear a shirt."

My mother sticks out her tongue, reluctantly accepting this statement: "Okay, but you should be more nervous after taking junior high school courses, shouldn't you buy more books for you? What books do you want to read?"

Shen Yimo said again: "..."

Just wanted to raise his hand to his forehead, where would he know what books a 13-year-old should read? ? ?

After thinking hard for a long time, I finally came up with a name: "A Dream of Red Mansions."

"..." Even my mother was taken aback, "I said son, why are you interested in this book?"

Dad also sneered: "It's still a dream of Red Mansions, can you understand it at such a young age?"

Shen Yimo: "..."

It's not that he's interested in this book, but that it's so famous. He already remembers the four major classics in the key extracurricular reading lists of junior high school and high school. He has the other three in his bedroom, but this one is missing. Dad said, let alone now, when he was 30 years old, he had a whim to go to see Dream of Red Mansions, and he basically didn't understand a few words. He was born not interested in literature.

At ten o'clock, Shen Yimo went to bed. Looking back on the conversation with his parents before, he had to say that it was full of mistakes. Fortunately, his parents didn't get serious with him. In the end, he made them go back. Hanguang knew that he must be called again: stupid, his memory is too bad, so he just reacted a little bit like that.

Alas, Hanguang Hanguang, thinking of this name hurts his heart now, the two of them haven't seen each other for a day, and they don't know how that person is now.

He is more worried about a problem now. He doesn’t know if the trend of this life is the same as the previous one. At least it seems that there is not much difference now. His parents have not changed, Mike is still there, and his primary school graduation photo is still the same group of people. No more and no less.

Even so, he still couldn't rest assured, he was afraid that no one would be the same but Han Guang would be changed, if that person went to another place to go to junior high school after primary school, the two of them would basically have no chance to meet each other.

In the next few days, Shen Yimo went to the street with his mother to buy some clothes. The latter really bought several white shirts as he said, and praised him for his good figure. Besides, his mother I also bought him a set of "Dream of the Red Chamber" plus several foreign classics, and some other learning tools by the way.

He also met Mike, that kid was different from him, he was a very handsome mixed-race boy, his facial features were darker than ordinary people, his skin was ridiculously white, and he had been paying attention to his image since the third grade of elementary school. Get a hairstyle with a famous brand, and now you have a famous watch to wear after graduating from elementary school, that is a radiant person.

Shen Yimo still has a good impression of his image at this age, meeting this time feels like an old friend reuniting, not to mention how kind it is.

Mike took him to meet those friends who often played football together, and Shen Yimo was surprised to find that he was familiar with the faces of several people, and there were still a few who still kept in touch with him, but he no longer I really remember how they looked like this when they were kids.

When playing football, Shen Yimo finally showed a little memory ability. Those who don't know each other when they heard someone's name quickly memorized that face, and the rest who hadn't heard the name also quickly memorized the face, leaving a memory behind. Remember the name and greet you when you meet in the future.

As for his own football skills that he has been worried about, after playing for a while, he unexpectedly found that he felt pretty good, maybe because this is his own body, and there is no discomfort in moving around, and although his football skills are because of Years of waste seem rusty, and they can be picked up quickly.

The past few days have been very leisurely. Compared with Shen Yimo's lifestyle of working overtime from [-] to [-] in the past, he felt that it was a waste of time. The only way to make up for it was to study, so he Every day except playing football with Mike, I spent the rest of the time reading in the bedroom, and my mother wondered why the child suddenly changed his sex and started reading instead of playing games.

It is true that his mother never interfered with his playing games, because he studied very well, and he never got out of the top ten in every exam, but he was not particularly top-notch. After graduating from junior high school, it improved in high school.

When returning home in the afternoon before the start of school, Mike said with great emotion: "Tomorrow is going to school, I haven't played enough..."

Shen Yimo couldn't help smiling, he was really looking forward to starting school as soon as possible, so that he would know whether Hanguang was in this school or not.

"I heard that junior high school still needs to be divided into classes, and I don't know if we will be in the same class." Mike said again.

"Let's see if we are related." Shen Yimo teased him, but he said in his heart, don't worry, we must be in the same class if nothing happens.

Shen Yimo's junior high school is No. [-] Middle School in the city, a very famous school in the city. When he and Mike came in the morning, many people had already arrived in the school, and they were all gathered in front of a big bulletin board.

Shen Yimo knew that their class division was written there.

The two also walked over, Mike was very anxious to see which class he was assigned to, and whether he would be assigned with Shen Yimo, but the latter didn't care about himself at all, and only cared about seeing where Hanguang was. name.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar three words under Class Nine, and suddenly thought that Hanguang had told him before, that on the day he saw his junior high school graduation photo, Hanguang said that he was in Class Nine. Ban, it was also written on the photo, but Shen Yimo didn't take it to heart.

Because it was the first day of school, the teacher asked them to clean up and gave them military training uniforms. From tomorrow, they will have a week-long military training. Shen Yimo is quite impressed with this. He has been black for a whole month Only then slowed down.

In fact, from the very beginning when he knew that Hanguang was in this school, he really wanted to go and have a look, but he couldn't find the right time. I didn't know which ones in their class were my classmates in elementary school, and I didn't see each other for a day.

Originally, Class [-]’s classroom was one floor higher than Class [-]’s. Mike would still chat with him when get out of class was over, and sometimes drag him to the bathroom with him. He only wandered around the door of Class [-] upstairs four times a day. No one was seen.

There was nothing to say about the military training on the second day. The sunshine felt as poisonous as last time, and the instructor was still the same. During the break, the instructor would designate them to stay in one place, and they were not allowed to wander around at will.

The entire playground was full of people in a mess, and he had no idea where Class Nine was.

"Hey, let me say," he said to Mike when they were sitting under the wall during the break, just in the shade of the big tree, "Which shift is Ayang?"

Ayang is also their good friend, but they don't live in the same community. He is the person Shen Yimo still has a deep impression on. Mike thought about it: "He seems to be in class ten, I saw his name before, it's class ten."

"Oh, what about Xiao Han?"

He asked six people in a row, all of whom were friends in the same class in elementary school. Mike could remember the classes of four of them, but none of them were in class nine.

"Oh." Shen Yimo nodded, and then pointed to another training class that was very close to them, "Look, what class is that?"

"I don't know about that." Mike looked over there carefully, pointed to a person and said, "Don't you think that's Xiao Wu? Xiao Wu seems to be in Class [-], it should be."

"Ah." Although Shen Yimo felt regretful, he had to end this topic, and it would be annoying for Mike to continue asking even if he didn't doubt it.