The little teacher of rebirth

The old horse came back soon after the meeting, holding a small list, staggering. When he came in, Zhou Mengxi and the others were standing on the podium, calling the name list and handing out school uniforms and camouflage uniforms.

Lao Ma put the list on the table, turned around to look at the school uniform, and asked them a few: "Have you counted the number? Is it enough?"

He Yue smiled: "That's enough, teacher, we counted it several times when we received it, and we were afraid that we would have to go a few more times if we made a mistake. Now that the distribution is almost done, it depends on whether everyone's clothes are suitable or not, and we will change them again." .”

Ye Xi and Zhou Mengxi stretched their necks to study the little list. It may be that the teacher's handwriting is too artistic, and neither of them understood what was written.

The two looked at each other in confusion, probably empathizing with each other, and understood the deep meaning in each other's eyes. Is this a fucking word?Are you sure it's not a ghost or something?

"Cough cough." He Yue coughed, signaling him to pay attention.

The two were stunned for a moment, and when they looked up, the old horse was staring at them, and asked with a smile: "How is it? Do you understand?"

Peeking at the captured bag, Ye Xi tensed his body as if he was standing in a military posture, and without saying a word, Zhou Mengxi immediately answered in a serious manner: "It's a little hard to understand. Teacher, you are practicing cursive calligraphy!"

His expression was extremely serious, as if he was sincerely exploring the answer to this question.

He Yue and Ye Xi almost burst out laughing in their hearts, but they didn't dare to laugh in front of the teacher, holding back their laughter made their stomach hurt.

The old horse was speechless by him, and he glared at him: "You, you. Practice your calligraphy before you talk about me."

Zhou Mengxi and Ye Xi met each other's eyes, touched his nose, but didn't speak, his handwriting was really ugly.

Ye Xi continued to hand out clothes: "Students, don't just take the clothes and run away, there is still a form to sign."

"Got it." Everyone responded.

Zhou Mengxi and He Yue ran to ask the teacher questions.

"Where are the seats, teacher, how are you going to arrange them?"

The old horse was very casual, and asked leisurely: "You can figure it out, do you have any ideas?"

Zhou Mengxi smiled: "I see that the roster and grades of our class are pretty good and balanced. We can adopt a four-person team cooperation model, with W-shaped seat changes, once a week."

Ma Weizong was stunned for a moment, and thoughtfully said: "Then you guys go and do it, and show me the seating chart when it's ready."

"Okay." Zhou Mengxi smiled, and caught a glimpse of someone looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, it's a tall, thin boy.

The boy seemed to just glance at him inadvertently, turned his head and went down with his school uniform in hand. Zhou Mengxi didn't have time to see what he looked like, but he vaguely felt that his complexion was extremely pale, his outline was deep, his eyes were black and white, and he seemed a little careless chill.

who?How could he have no impression.

After the old horse went out, Zhou Mengxi ran back to Ye Xi, "Hey! Ye Xi, do you know who the boy who was wearing the school uniform just now is? Why didn't I remember it?"

Ye Xi was also stunned for a moment, and said: "Wait for me to take a look, Ang, Guan Zhongzhi, the one who scored first in our class and got two full marks in English, do you remember?"

"Oh." Zhou Mengxi nodded to show that he understood, and couldn't help but glance at the other party's signature.

"Tsk." With a sound, he thought that he had practiced it before, and the boy's handwriting was powerful and beautiful.

Zhou Mengxi compared his own, feeling a little ashamed for no reason.

After a while, the old horse came back with two picks and a haircut.

Everyone: "What are you doing?"

Lao Ma: "The girls' school uniforms and camouflage uniforms can go back first if there is no problem, and the boys stay here to get their hair done."

"Oh—why is this, teacher, men and women are equal, how do you treat them differently!"

The old horse said unhurriedly: "This is the rule of our military training, and the teacher can't help it."

Everyone was discouraged, and they lined up to get their haircuts like elementary school students. What can they do, sit down and have a haircut, why not go to school, why not military training, all the boys resigned to their fate.

There were some school uniforms that didn't fit well. Before school was over, Zhou Mengxi and Ye Xi went to the Academic Affairs Office and changed a few sets back.

After tossing and tossing back and forth for the last time, everyone's hair is almost done.

The two barber seats were vacant, Ye Xi chose one at random, trotted over and sat down.

Zhou Mengxi was a little tired, so he didn't pay much attention to it, so he chose the remaining seat and was about to get a haircut. He closed his eyes at ease, and from his angle, he happened to see Lao Ma standing in front of the window with his mobile phone on a phone call.

Wait, I didn't pay attention just now, the old horse is standing there on the phone, who is cutting his hair?

Zhou Mengxi wanted to look up, but the tick had already started to "buzz".

His head was also held down: "Don't move."

It was an unfamiliar voice with no warmth.

Zhou Mengxi closed his eyes and remained motionless until the picker stopped making a sound, then he opened his eyes and looked up, oh, it was that Guan Zhongzhi, brother Guan who cut his hair.

It's a pity he didn't open his eyes at the right time.

When he raised his head, Guan Zhongzhi blew towards him expressionlessly.

Zhou Mengxi closed his eyes subconsciously, his face covered with scum.

Guan Zhongzhi who didn't have time to say anything:...

Zhou Mengxi who couldn't even open his eyes: ...I'll go wash my face first.

When Zhou Mengxi came back from washing his face, everything was tidied up, and the class was gone. Ye Xi was standing at the door of the class, carrying their school uniforms and military training uniforms. The wind blew past, and his back looked particularly bleak.

Zhou Mengxi: ...It's an illusion.This chatter has a bleak back, and the end of the world will be immediate.

Zhou Mengxi thought wildly, and looked at himself in the window, with hair that was too short to grasp and a green and cold face.

"Zhou-meng-xi-! Why are you in a daze? Let's go!" Ye Xi shouted at him from a distance.

"Coming!—" Zhou Mengxi ran towards him.

Obviously it was only a short stretch of colorful brick road, but Zhou Mengxi felt that he had run through his whole life, and all the memory fragments from his previous life seemed to have gone away with the whistling wind, and all that remained was just the present.

Seize the present.

Time is still long.

Zhou Mengxi hugged Ye Xi, took his school uniform, and smiled brightly: "Thank you brother!"