Rebirth of Inescapable

After finding the Academic Affairs Office, Song Bai went to report first, and then the young female teacher took him to the classroom. On the way, he talked about the discipline of the school class, and in the middle, he tried to test Song Bai's family background without any trace. Song Bai kept quiet. Silent, just said a little: "I am alone."

"Ah? I mean your guardian..."

"I'm full."

"It's...really?" The female teacher glanced at him again. The child looked clean and distant. He was probably recruited as a top student. He wanted to increase the enrollment rate next year, she thought.

For the arrival of a transfer student, like an airborne soldier, the entire second and seventh class of senior high school were full of curiosity, staring at this beautiful little boy, who was as young as a green onion, and looked comfortable when he looked fresh. On the podium, without any restraint, with a dignified appearance, standing straight, with a slightly pale lip color, and looking not very good, he introduced himself softly and without any emotion: "My name is Song White, Tang Poetry, Song Ci and Song Dynasty, the whiteness of the empty room."

He was seated at the second-to-last position by the window, and at the same table was a boy with two dimples when he laughed, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Yang Yi."

For Song Bai, almost everyone has the meaning of exploration. In the school, there are probably four groups of people.

Most of them are powerful and influential in their families, and they are also the ones who can control the wind and rain in school. Relatively, there are those who have excellent grades and belong to the category of angry youth. Most of these people are special recruits from the school. Those who came to fill the scene, plunged in to study, and felt disgusted with those so-called second-generation officials.

Of course, there are two types of people who are relatively neutral. One type is rich but also has good grades and treats people well. This type of person is a good helper in the eyes of teachers and a good classmate in the eyes of students. Naturally, Some people think this kind of person is disgusting, hypocritical to the extreme; the other type is the clinging faction, because they can't offend those people, they choose to obey, and at the same time help with homework and errands in exchange for their protection. Humanoids are the most despised, but at the same time they are the ones that eat the most.

Yang Yi looked relaxed when he said these things, Song Bai asked back: "Then what kind are you?"

"Me? Probably, it's the last category." At that moment, he laughed exaggeratedly.

Song Bai didn't say anything, and he couldn't see his attitude, as if it had nothing to do with him. Yang Yi said that in this school, no one is independent, and they have to choose a camp in the end, and people like them who have no money It's not a right, it's an inevitable choice.

Sure enough, after class, someone came to say hello to Song Bai. By the way, he tested Song Bai's meaning. When he knew that Song Bai was not the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich people, another group of people came to "recruit".

It’s just that no matter what they say, Song Bai always has a lack of interest. His good upbringing makes him have to look at people when he talks to them, but he is really tired of these meaningless conversations. I couldn't stop interrupting: "I'm sorry, if there is nothing else, can you let me read a book for a while?"

The face of the study committee member who was talking froze, probably because of the aloofness and arrogance unique to sour scholars, he immediately left with a shake of his face.

Song Bai was happy to be alone.

Yang Yi went shopping for someone who was said to be the second-generation official, and Song Bai looked through the textbooks by himself. They were all common high school knowledge, so it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with them.

But I don't know that Song Bai's indifferent and indifferent appearance falls in the eyes of caring people, it has another meaning, a commoner who has no background and is arrogant, he doesn't even think about where this is!

As a result, the sham power that almost became the characteristic of the [-]th Middle School campus happened to Song Bai.

It was a big break, and the whole school was gathered in the playground to prepare for break exercises, and this didn't include the group of second-world masters who were afraid of chaos. A boy with dyed brown hair stopped Song Song who was about to go out. Bai, then curled his lips to signal Song Bai to go with him, Song Bai frowned, looking at the people around him with weird expressions, some were gloating and some were full of disdain and dissatisfaction.

Following them to the back of the teaching building, the director of the Political and Education Department on the playground continued to speak in a vigorous voice, and then the whole team was ready to do exercises...

"Boy, I'm very proud of my first day here." The brown-haired boy smoked a cigarette, but did not light it. He leaned against the wall with a high-spirited look on his face. He was seen by Song Bai at school. The only one with dyed hair.

Song Bai lowered his head and did not speak.

"Arrogant enough, Brother Chen is talking!" A boy next to him who wore this school uniform in a ruffian style scolded him. He didn't button any of the buttons on his chest, revealing his strong chest, and grabbed Song Bai's clothes. The collar was grabbed.

"Let go."

"What?!" The boy's voice suddenly rose.

Song Bai glanced at him, and said unhurriedly: "I said, let go."

"Fuck! This kid is so fucking tired of work! Do you know who you're talking to!" He spat, then bent his knees and kicked Song Bai in the stomach.

Probably due to being beaten too much by Qiao Yi, Song Bai's reaction was quite quick. He blocked it with his hand, took advantage of the situation to sideways, and narrowly dodged, but because of lack of strength, he took two steps back and bumped into the up the tree.

The young man immediately became angry, and stepped forward in three steps. He raised his arms and was about to start a fight, but the brown hair shouted: "Wait a minute."

"Brother Chen, don't tell me that you have to protect this brat!" Probably, he has never been so disobedient before, the boy stared at Song Bai wishing he could tear him up on the spot.

The brown-haired man sneered, "He's the only one?" He stepped forward and poked Song Bai's head twice, "I'm quite attractive to girls for his looks, but he has a bad temper, classmate, do you know that you will suffer a lot if you do this?"

Song Bai frowned like he was about to become a little old man. He didn't expect that on the first day he came here, he was subjected to campus violence as Qiao Yi said. Maybe Qiao Yi didn't do that less when he was in school. Anyway, it is a virtue, which is disgusting.

Seeing Song Bai's expression, he wasn't afraid, but contemptuous, his brown hair was not very happy, "Are you really not afraid of anything?"

"Afraid of what?" Song Bai asked back.

"I'm not afraid to go to the hospital on the first day."

He blinked, "You're going to do that?"

"Yes." The brown hair nodded affirmatively, "And I can guarantee that no one will dare to say that we did something wrong, and will put all the blame on you, believe it or not."

Song Bai suddenly stood on tiptoe, and stretched out his hand to smoke out the cigarette with brown hair hanging from his mouth, "Borrow me a light." He took the lighter from his hand as he spoke, and the light of the flame reflected his face with a snap , was terribly pale.

His fingers are slender and slender, and the movement of holding a cigarette looks extraordinarily charming. Curly white smoke floats up. He leans against the tree, takes a deep breath, and then exhales, his eyes are out of focus. Watching the smoke rise, "Come on then."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Song Bai stupidly. At that moment, the fine sunlight fell on his body through the leaves, his mottled appearance was swaying, and the faint smoke filled the air. Song Bai was like The illusion of falling into the human world from a distant time and space, ethereal and unreal.

The sound of unknown insects echoed, and the radio gymnastics not far away was coming to an end. Song Bai squinted his eyes to look at the sky, and then he heard the sound of disbanding. The loud screams of the students were far away.

"Whether you still fight or not, you will go to class if you don't." Song Bai laughed.

Being provoked by Song Bai, Chen Guangshu's face turned pale, and he stretched out his foot and kicked the young man who had been screaming and killing: "You don't want to do it! Hurry up."

The boy froze for a moment, and stepped forward uncertainly, but he didn't know how long he stood there until the bell rang.

"It's time for class." Song Bai extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, "We should go back to the classroom."

What he said was so reasonable that none of them reacted. They just watched him strolling in the sun, as if he had an afternoon tea appointment with someone.

"Damn! What the hell are you all doing to eat! What are you doing in a daze after everyone has left?!" Chen Guangshu immediately reacted, thinking viciously as he walked, I remember you!

When going back to class, Yang Yi cautiously asked Song Bai: "Are you okay..."

"What do you think?" Song Bai looked at the English text intently, and the English teacher above was talking endlessly: the past in the past is the past perfect tense, and the past perfect tense usually has...

And most of the students were clearly drowsy.

"You shouldn't have provoked them. If you provoked these people, even the teacher wouldn't dare to protect you. Do you know Chen Guangshu? It's the guy who dyed his hair who stopped you today. You see, there are so many students in the school, how many great families, but No one dared to dye their hair, because the school is strictly controlled, but he dared, you don't know, his uncle is the school director of No. [-] Middle School."

"is it?"

"Hey! You should be a little nervous, okay?"

"If he wants to trouble me, I can't help it. What's the use of being nervous now." Song Bai raised his head and saw Chen Guangshu, who had a hostile face, and a group of people coming in from the back door, with several pairs of eyes shooting at him. , the whole class followed their gazes and looked at Song Bai, but the person concerned looked ignorant.

Teachers have a characteristic, they don't like to be ignored, especially in class, seeing that the whole class is not focused on study, she couldn't help coughing to remind, but seeing that everyone's eyes were still on Song Bai, She put down the book in displeasure, and her attitude was very obvious. She couldn't find trouble with Chen Guangshu, so she could only use Song Bai who was "helpless" to make an example to others.

"Song Bai, get up and translate this text."

Song Bai stood up, and everyone's eyes followed him and raised their heads, but they didn't know that although Song Bai was expressionless, it was not because he ignored their gazes, but because he was thinking about other things. He looked at the people in front of him with some doubts, saw that the notes in his textbook had reached the third paragraph, and began to translate the next paragraph: Quellebelle chos qu'une forêtà l'heuredusoiroùles ole il glisse commedel'ordansl'épaisseur des branches! Delajoie,calmeetsereine,rayonneautourdesshêtre; veltesetnus. Lesol, débarrassé des broussailles, laissele regard plonger dans les profondeurs de la forêt;

The voice in the class was terribly quiet, and when Song Bai came to his senses, the teacher's whiteboard markers fell to the ground.

Song Bai hasn't gone to school for a long time, and the last time he went to school was at the Sorbonne University in Paris. At that time, the content of the English translation class was translated into French, which caused Song Bai to slur the moment he heard the translation But when she came out, she forgot that he was no longer Qi Yun, and besides, he was not in Paris...

Song Bai blinked, and then translated without looking away: "The forest at dusk is so beautiful! The golden sunset slowly slid into a white mist. There is a kind of quiet and serene happiness in the beech forest, tall and naked The trunk of the tree is straight upward. On the ground, through the thorn bushes, people can see the depths of the forest, the light and shadow in the arbor forest flicker, and occasionally there are some sounds, especially when there is fog, the sound is very special..."

He acted like it should be, as if what everyone heard before was an illusion, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Teacher, I have finished translating." After a while, Song Bai said.

"Ah? Oh! Okay, you...please sit down." The English teacher came back to his senses, and looked at Song Bai like a monster.

This text is an appreciation article, and the grammar in it is complicated and tricky. I asked Song Baiqi to translate it just to trouble him, but I didn't expect that he opened his mouth to speak another language. Even the English teacher couldn't help the cold sweat.

"Damn! You you you you you..." Yang Yi talked for a long time but didn't say anything substantive.

Song Bai put down the book and looked out the window with his chin poised, thinking to himself, I hope this little mistake won't cause any trouble, but he didn't expect him to be such a showman, it really caused trouble, as for what it is, that's for another story up.