Psychic Reborn

The classrooms of the first and third classes of senior high school are on the first floor, and they are there after a few steps and a turn.

Sunlight shone into the classroom through the glass windows that had been wiped spotless. After checking, Qu Yiran, who was put in, found his seat according to the test number—it was by the window as expected.

It seemed that somehow, he was destined to sit here today and take the first language test.

There is no sense of surprise at all.

According to his simple observation before, most of the classrooms on the first floor are facing the sun, and the indoor light is good. Even in the corridor, you can feel the warmth of the sun shining on your body, but the second floor is quite different.

Even though it was also the morning sun, he felt a coolness that came without warning the moment he stepped on the stairs.

Even though the sun was scorching outside, most of the candidates on the second floor rubbed their hands vigorously, trying to make their cold fingers hold the pen holder more firmly.

I thought, why didn't I bring a coat to the exam?Even though the temperature has been fluctuating these days, is this temperature too exaggerated?

Someone actually got goosebumps from the cold.

The coldness, ordinary people are completely unaware of the abnormality.

Yes, that spirit is on the second floor.

There is sadness, unwillingness, and the sadness in my heart erratically exudes, but I am not bound within a fixed range, and I have no intention of leaving.

Strange, it seems that this spirit is not an earth-bound spirit.

Moreover, there seems to be no malicious intentions.

Looking at the prototype wall clock on the wall, Qu Yiran was startled. There are still more than 40 minutes left, and he is still short of writing a big composition.

The great hermit hides in "music".

Oh, it is a good composition topic.

The small one is hidden in the mountains, and the big one is hidden in the city.

Not all worldly experts can calm down and retreat to the mountains and forests, away from the world.

How to stay away?Everyone needs to eat and drink.

Diesel, rice, oil and salt are inseparable from everything.

Since childhood, his physique is different from that of ordinary people. He can see what others see, and he can also see what others can't see. It's not that he didn't think about diving into the mountains and ignoring the ghosts of the world. It's just that , such an escape, how long can you escape?

His bond with this noisy city has not been broken. He can hide for a while, but he can't hide for a lifetime.

This composition, Qu Yiran, feels very subtle when I write it, maybe because my mood has changed after being reborn as another person, maybe because I have experienced so many strange things in these years.

Obviously, it has been several years since I have written a serious article, but it is unexpectedly smooth and free, as if I was still in the classroom yesterday and took notes tirelessly...

one article

The text was completed within half an hour, and the neat words were written with vigorous strokes that could not be erased.

I didn't grind my gun before the battle, but I hugged my feet before the battle, but I hugged the high school Chinese textbook for two days.

After a rough review of the textbooks, although he found that many of the contents have been deleted beyond recognition after years of curriculum reform, Chinese is still the subject he feels most and loves the most.

It was easier than those messy numbers and geometry, and he was happy to spend all his time reading Chinese documents.

"It's finally over, let's eat and eat!" It was the boy who found out that he had forgotten his admission ticket before the exam. The exam room was next to Qu Yiran. , grabbed Qu Yi who had just walked out and didn't let go of his arms.

Clamping tightly, he murmured as he pulled and walked, "You don't even know how bad I am today, I fell asleep halfway through the composition, and almost finished the answer! Shit, if I don't pass the exam, my mother can get it." cut me off."

Qu Yiran, "..."

Who is this classmate?

"His" former cronies?

Ah, sorry, it's a friend.

It was a person who did not appear in the memory fragment, Qu Yiran let him drag him all the way to the school gate, there were already two people waiting beside the mail room.

One is tall and strong, and the extremely normal black hair is much more pleasing to the eye than the yellow hair next to him and the colorful feather duster pulling his arm.

Qu Yiran suddenly felt good.

"Yiran, let's have barbecue at noon." The person who spoke was a boy who was about the same height as him, and even the color of his hair was very similar.

"Okay." Qu Yiran nodded in agreement.

Anyway, he didn't know the surroundings well, let alone... there was indeed a meal at noon, and there was still a fierce battle to be fought in the afternoon.

math test!

"Can you let go first?" Qu Yiran turned his head and asked the feather duster boy.

You can't walk all the way with your arms in your arms like this, the other party is still taller than you, even though it's called Brother Qu.

Brother Qu...

I still remember that the young man who took me to the alley also called me Brother Qu.

After the feather duster boy hurriedly let go, he scratched his head embarrassingly, "Why do you feel weird today, Brother Qu, have you changed to a literary and artistic route? It's really interesting, what does Brother Qu look like."

"Literary youth?" Qu Yiran was puzzled.

Instead, the blond-haired boy slapped the feather duster hard, and slapped him hard on the back, "Shan Pao, can you stop embarrassing yourself at the school gate, huh?"

The four "people of the hour" of the experimental middle school gathered at the school gate, which made many people from the school stop, and also made many people from other schools who were curious about the wind keep looking around.

However, Qu Da psychic feels that, in fact, it is all because of the color of someone's head.

The color is too flamboyant, more fancy than colorful chicken feathers.

The tall boy hugged Qu Yiran's shoulders tightly, "Let's go, go eat quickly, Gao Jun, don't you know how much you eat? You have to take a math test in the afternoon, so hurry up if you want to eat barbecue."

"Wei Jin! Why am I a fool? Do you understand how to grow up? Eat more and digest more! My appetite is as strong as my sex drive, can't I?" the feather duster boy retorted.

Although the topic was very unnutritive, Qu Yiran learned some important information.

The feather duster is called Gao Jun, and the pleasing black-haired and strong boy is called Wei Jin.

The relationship between the few seemed to be good. The yellow-haired boy whose name he didn't know kept watching them with a smile and didn't say anything.

Qu Yiran didn't say much at all, it felt a bit strange to be walked with someone's shoulders all the way, but it was not unacceptable.

The breath of this young man is very pure, without any evil thoughts.

Not to mention the very comfortable feeling at first glance, this young man named Wei Jin stopped Gao Jun's thoughts of walking side by side on the street in good time.

There is only one trail for pedestrians and bicycles at the gate of the school. Four people walking side by side will undoubtedly cause inconvenience to other passers-by. He is a delicate boy.

Listening to the gossip between Feather Duster and Wei Jin all the way, the four of them came to a self-service barbecue.

During this period of time, the examinees were all eating, and the ordinary barbecue restaurant was already full of boys and girls eating bibimbap and cold noodles to satisfy their hunger. Only the self-service barbecue restaurant still had some vacant seats, and there were basically no students.

But at noon on the first day of the college entrance examination, I came here to eat a self-service barbecue or something.

Cough, Qu Yiran said that he has reservations.

In the past two days, the butler told the kitchen to cook a lot of nutritious and nourishing broth, specially for Qu Yiran to calm down and nourish his brain.

As a result, Qu psychic medium feels a little angry when he sees meat... Fortunately, he can eat some fruit cakes for himself, so he doesn't have to compete with them for meat.

grab meat = mouth =

Qu Yiran has seen how much the feather duster boy eats. Eating is like fighting a war. Even the waiter can't help but feel ashamed of his superhuman eating speed.

Buffet, limited time but unlimited supply...and no one will compete with you...

In the corner by the window on the second floor of the barbecue restaurant, four eye-catching big boys sat.

"I just said it's right to sit in this seat, right?" The yellow-haired boy leaned back on the chair and narrowed his eyes lazily.

A large square table with two hobs.

"Indeed, you still have foresight, dialect." If there were not two stoves, they would have stared at the stove and Gao Jun at noon.

"Haha, you eat slowly, don't blame me at all." Gao Jun, who skillfully flipped through the meat and picked up the meat, pinched his chopsticks and concentrated on fighting the meat, raised his eyes with a smile, but he didn't relax his movements for a moment.

Was it called dialect?

The names of the three people were all recognized, and Qu Yiran secretly wrote it down, so as not to make mistakes and embarrass himself in the future.

"Yiran, why don't you eat meat?" Seeing that the person sitting next to him didn't move his chopsticks, but kept eating dragon fruit, Wei Jin shook his head, and put the freshly roasted beef into Qu Yiran's condiment bowl inside.

Qu Yiran was startled and said, "Thank you."

Wei Jin and Fang Yan smiled at the same time because of his reaction and didn't speak, but Gao Jun bared his teeth in shock, and the two pieces of meat that he hadn't finished chewing almost squirted out.

"Damn it, Brother Qu, you said thank you so politely that you almost blinded me. You are so temperamental, this time Gao Yuanyuan will definitely not be able to escape your palm!"

"Gao Yuanyuan?" Qu Yiran didn't pay attention to the first sentence, but the latter name should have been seen when he was looking for Xiao Baipi.

"Cough... Isn't she the school belle? The only girl in our school who dared to reject you three times. Don't look at her always looking glamorous and noble, but she has already taken a fancy to you in her heart, she is obviously pretending to be reserved, You didn't like her yesterday, and she even sent me a text message to ask what's going on. Woman, that's all. "

Hearing what he said, Wei Jin felt a little funny, "Where did the woman provoke you?"

Fang Yan lowered his head and smiled sullenly, "It's not that you don't know Gao Jun, pfft, since he was pinched by his tough sister since he was a child, he has long had a shadow of women in his heart."

"I said you two..." Gao Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't mention my sister?" You will definitely lose your appetite.

The sturdy female tyrannical dragon Gao Shan, even though she is married, still insists on harassing her lovely younger brother every night, in a euphemistic name: exchange feelings.

Every time the content is nothing more than, "Jun, do you miss me? Do you want me to go back to see you? Your brother-in-law also wants to see you~~~"

Gao Jun was so scared that he was covered in cold sweat every time, there was no way, the shadow left by his childhood was too deep, he always felt that his old sister was still that female wrestler who could kick him to kneel.

Unexpectedly, in a flash, my sister got married and had a child, and even he had turned eighteen to take the college entrance examination.

"That's not right, Brother Qu." Gao Jun just wanted to understand one thing, "Are you not chasing Gao Yuanyuan?"

"Well, stop chasing." Qu Yiran gnawed on the fruit.

Gao Jun was dubious, "If you don't chase after me, then I will go after you?"

"Well, let's go after it." Qu Yiran threw away a piece of dragon fruit peel, picked up another piece of honeydew melon, and began to nibble on it.

Gao Jun was dumbfounded.

What's the situation, so easy to talk about?

In normal times, he would definitely hold me by the neck and say he wants to destroy me =口=

Gao Jun could imagine Qu Yiran's furious expression, "No one else can get what I don't want, no matter if it's a person or anything else!"

今

What's going on, the sun is coming out from the south, right?

Not to mention Gao Jun, Dialect and Wei Jin are a bit confused.

Qu Yiran didn't pay much attention to their reactions, he held his chin and thought for a while, and asked, "Are any of you in the examination room on the second floor?"

"Me." Wei Jin said.

"Did anything strange happen in the examination room on the second floor this morning?"

"Strange... thing? It seems to be nothing." Wei Jin thought about it carefully, "By the way, it doesn't matter if we fainted two candidates in the examination room?"

Qu Yiran asked seriously, "Forget it, which classroom?"

Wei Jin couldn't help but straighten his face, "Grade [-] and Class [-]."

"Oh, sophomore, class five... then let's eat."

The three of them said, "..." What's going on with this weird topic jumping up.

"No matter how you look at me, is there a barbecue on my face?"

The three of them, "..." silently clenched their chopsticks.

I always feel that something is wrong.