Bai Yueguang, he closed the crematorium [Quick Transmigration]

When Shen Guo followed Liu Qingfeng down to the first floor, he saw that Song Jiayan was no longer on the playground. All the way into the classroom, Song Jiayan was already sitting quietly in the last row of the fourth group, eating the food that Shen Guo had just given him. breakfast.

"Song Jiayan, you can't eat in the classroom, how many times have you told me that?" Liu Qingfeng frowned, but unexpectedly didn't mention Song Jiayan's attempt to skip class just now, "Later, take your new classmates to the General Affairs Office to get a set of desks. Chair, Guo Rang followed to help move it."

The boy who was named was buried in sweeping the floor. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Shen Guo: "Oh good."

Shen Guo smiled politely at him, and the boy nodded to him as a greeting, and slowly gathered up the trash on the ground, apparently intending to finish his work before going.

Song Jiayan let out an "um" from his nose, and slowly got up and walked towards the door. In the process, he finished eating the buns in front of Liu Qingfeng, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and turned around to knead the paper towel into balls , Throw it into the trash can without fail.

Seeing this, Liu Qingfeng frowned, but didn't say anything, and motioned Shen Guo to put the schoolbag on the podium first.

"Boss, where is he sitting?" Song Jiayan asked in a bad mood, "The character is so tall, the last row?"

"The back of you is not empty, let him sit behind you first, and then adjust later." Liu Qingfeng looked at him, "Shen Guo is a talented student from Kyoto, you need to get in touch with him more, and strive to improve in the next mock test."

Song Jiayan pursed his lips slightly when he heard the words, and glanced at Shen Guo who was putting away his schoolbag on the podium: "Excellent student?"

"Don't be unconvinced." Liu Qingfeng smiled, "You are not bad, as long as you put your mind to it, it is not difficult to get into Beijing University."

At this moment, many students have come one after another, and they all looked at their homeroom teacher and class leader standing at the door talking with some curiosity, and became somewhat interested in Shen Guo's new face, but they didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation. Just staring back and forth.

Song Jiayan was impatient to be looked at by others, nodded to Liu Qingfeng to show that he knew, and said, "I took Shen over to move the desk."

Turning around and calling Guo Rang again, he bypassed Liu Qingfeng and left the classroom without noticing the sigh of the head teacher behind him.

Shen Guo watched silently, and could feel Liu Qingfeng's real concern for Song Jiayan. He was able to think about the boy's self-esteem and did not expose the fact that he wanted to skip class. Fight for Song Jiayan not to be expelled, persuade Song Jiayan's parents to send him to a drug rehabilitation center, and contact a technical secondary school for him.

It's just that Song Jiayan may be in the budding period of youthful love nowadays. He was led by Li Moshang to experience the initial freedom experience under the high-pressure learning control of his parents. In addition, he has always been extremely confident in his grades. All of them had relatively serious rebellious psychology, and it was difficult to control their thoughts for a while, and the more reasoned with him, the worse the effect might be.

He walked to the door of the classroom in two or three steps, and followed Song Jiayan out of the classroom.

Tiegao’s campus actually occupies a large area, so a whole teaching building with a small playground was specially allocated for the use of senior high school students, but the schools in the county are a little poorer, and the classrooms do not have air-conditioning. In the cold spring of early March , almost as cold indoors and outdoors.

At this time, the sky had gradually brightened, and more and more senior high school students were walking from the playground to the teaching building. The red plastic track was covered with cold dew in the night, and it looked hard and cold at the moment.

When Shen Guo came out, he saw Song Jiayan staring at the runway and wondering what he was thinking. His long and thin fingers unconsciously pinched the hem of the down jacket and kept rubbing it. He kicked the small stones in the corridor with his feet. good anxiety.

He seemed to realize something, and turned his head to meet the sinking eyes, which were covered with a layer of irritability: "Has Guo Rang not come out yet?"

As soon as the words were finished, Guo Rang, wearing bird's nest curls and black-rimmed glasses, walked out slowly.

"Here we come." Guo Rang pushed his glasses and said to Song Jiayan, "Let's go."

Song Jiayan glanced at him: "Can you move a little faster, I can find a turtle to help me faster than you."

"What's the rush?" Guo Rang spoke leisurely, following behind the two, "Walk slowly to be safe, and do things slowly to be reliable."

Shen Guo nodded: "It makes sense."

Guo Rang gave a deep smile: "For you, today I will not move the table in vain."

"That's just right, how heavy a set of tables and chairs can be, you two should move it easily." Song Jiayan looked at the two of them, "Guo Rang, you can directly lead Shen to the General Affairs Office, I have a stomachache right now, so go and see bathroom."

After speaking, he accelerated and walked forward, planning to sneak to the door and explain to Li Moshang first, so as to save people from waiting in vain.

After walking two steps, I heard a familiar voice in my ear: "It's just right, I also want to go to the bathroom, let's go together."

Song Jiayan slowed down unhappily, looked at Shen Guo who was beside him and frowned, and always felt that everything went wrong today seemed to be related to this person: "I won't go, and you won't go either? What a coincidence."

"I've actually wanted to go for a long time." Shen Guo said, "It's just that I'm not familiar with the environment here, and I'm quite afraid of strangers."

Song Jiayan glanced at Shen Guo in shock: "You? Afraid of strangers? So afraid to go to the bathroom alone? At least you are a man!"

In order to complete the task, it doesn't matter if you are a man for a while.

Shen Guo smiled shyly: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's because I'm not familiar with it. I'm tall but not very courageous. I used to stay at school and haven't been to other places very much. Whenever I go to a strange place, I will shrink back. I came to school for the first time. The one I know is you, the squad leader, and I hope you don't dislike me and take me with you more."

Hearing these words, Song Jiayan felt a little sympathetic to Shen Guo. He didn't expect that Shen Guo, who looked tall and strong, had a fearful heart. It must be because he was under too much pressure in an environment like Shenggao and rarely communicated with others. , life is relatively monotonous, and rarely leave the familiar environment.

Kyoto is indeed far away from here, and the environment should be very different. When the college entrance examination is about to be faced with new classmates and teachers, the pressure of sinking may also be great.

The pressure, yes, Shen Guo, who transferred to another school, was probably more stressed than himself.

Thinking of this, Song Jiayan let go of his inexplicable guard, his eyes flashed, and he showed some friendliness: "Don't worry, I will help you."

Shen turned his head and smiled at him, it seems that sometimes, a proper show of weakness can have miraculous effects.

The boy was half a head shorter than himself, looking up at himself with bright eyes, the kindness and innocence in his eyes warmed Shen Guo's heart, he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head, the soft and healthy strands of hair flooded his fingertips, each root Smooth with some toughness, feels great.

Song Jiayan was stunned, and stepped back annoyed to get out of his clutches, his ears were a little red: "Don't just take advantage of your height, I have a bad temper."

It may be because he naturally likes boys, with Shen Guo's appearance and figure, and such an intimate gesture suddenly, Song Jiayan inevitably felt offended, and his heart beat a little faster.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Shen Guo quickly raised his hand, with an embarrassed smile, "Squad leader, you are so cute. Some want to get close to you."

After being praised, Song Jiayan's ears became hotter, and he turned around awkwardly: "Aren't you in a hurry to go to the bathroom, hurry up, and move the table."

A small episode made Song Jiayan feel that he had forgotten something important for a while, until he helped Shen Guo set up the tables and chairs, received the textbooks, and the class bell rang, and he remembered that he had forgotten to tell Li Moshang that they could not have breakfast together up.

This is not so good.

Song Jiayan was a little absent-minded when he read in the morning.

Suddenly, someone slapped him on the back.

He tilted his head slightly: "Why?"

The sound of reading in the classroom was buzzing, Shen Guo leaned on the table and moved slightly closer to him: "Is there a timetable?"

"What?" Song Jiayan didn't hear clearly.

"Class, watch." Shen Guo raised his voice a little.

Only then did Song Jiayan understand, and he stretched out his hand and threw his Chinese document to him: "I copied the first page myself."

"Thanks."

If I had known earlier, I would have brought my phone with me today.

Song Jiayan took out his English book and read the words in a low voice, but he couldn't remember a few words.

He was patted on the back suddenly, and he turned his head a little annoyed: "It's morning reading, you—"

A handful of the latest chocolates are spread out in the wide palms, and the various packages represent different tastes.

"Take whatever flavor you like." Shen Guo smiled and passed his hand forward, "Take all you like, it's a thank you gift for borrowing me to copy the school schedule."

Song Jiayan looked at Shen Guo's harmless smile, and the shattered light in his eyes made people unable to help being a little fascinated. He pursed his lips, and reached out to pick out two white chocolates: "Thank you, you are too generous."

Belgian imported chocolates, these two are enough for his usual breakfast.

Shen Guo glanced at his choice silently, and his smile deepened: "I usually eat a little when I'm stressed, and I keep some with me when it's not easy to melt in winter. You can find me anytime you want to eat, and there are still many for you in the future." where to help."

"It's all trivial things." Song Jiayan was also a little embarrassed, "Hurry up and recite."

Turning around and holding the two chocolates in his hands, Song Jiayan seemed to be less irritable. He was seen by the team leader temporarily, and he didn't mean to break the appointment. Presumably Li Moshang would not be angry.

Peeling off the candy wrapper, the white chocolate was neatly shaped, and he threw a whole piece into his mouth. The sweetness was quickly diffused by the heat and spread to the mouth. The unique aroma of chocolate melted on the tip of the tongue, washing away the messy things in his heart , leaving only happiness and satisfaction.

He curled the corner of his mouth, and when he read the English book again, he calmed down a lot, took out a pen and paper, and quickly began to write words silently.

Shen Guo at the back looked at him silently, stuffed the remaining chocolate back into the bag, and slowly relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair.

This boy is still too simple, the spikes he thinks can protect him are just hard fur to a really vicious person, as long as he is kind to him, these hairs can be smoothed off quickly.

But he is proud and stubborn enough. If he wants to successfully complete this task, he must let Song Jiayan open his heart to himself and believe in himself.

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It has been a long time since Shen came to the third year of high school. He was already 28 years old when he died and came to the mission world. The ten years since he left high school made him feel like he was reading the bible in front of the textbook.

That's all for Chinese and English, mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology - this is still a science class!

Shen Guo sighed fiercely at the textbook, this is good, the reputation of the top student in Kyoto will be ruined by himself.

"Don't worry, although you have no spiritual power now, your consciousness and soul have been greatly improved compared to before. After learning these mortal knowledge, you can basically reach the best level soon." Ah Xing's voice It came to my mind, "The character design can't be broken, so as not to cause trouble to you, the character in the plot, you should calm down and study hard, and finally help Song Jiayan get the ideal grade in the exam."

God knows what Song Jiayan's ideal grades are. If he gets a perfect score in the college entrance examination, then he can't do anything if he passes the exam. This side mission is simply a bug.

"Also, I checked your physical condition earlier. You were forcibly ejected from the mission in the last world, and the body in this world has not fully fit, which is why you have no magic power now. But as far as I know, your The spiritual power should be restored soon, and it will be easier to study by then." Ah Xing's voice was pleasant enough, "In comparison, this task is really very simple, it's almost like a vacation."

Shen Guo threw the shrunken Ah Xing on the table, covered it with a book, buried his head slightly in the upright book, and said in a low voice: "Let me ask you a question. The crematorium index refers to the possibility that Slag Gong can recover the task object." sex, but now that the plot has not reached the stage where Slag Gong is going to the crematorium, if I let Song Jiayan see Li Moshang's face clearly, will the index also be lowered?"

Ah Xing nodded: "That's the reason, why don't you try?"

Shen Guo:?

"What do you mean by trying?" Shen Guo glared at A Xing, "If it's not, then it will be troublesome. You are the task issuer, so it doesn't count if you say it?"

Ah moved his body, it seemed to be longer than before, and it could already be stacked high in a circle. Its head was facing Shen Guo's eyes, and it blinked twice: "Forget it, I said it." Forget it."

Inexplicably, Shen Guo felt that A Xing seemed to be becoming more and more unreliable, and the little white cloud in his mind who had provided him with infinite help at the beginning seemed to be getting more and more stupid after having a real body.

Is the flesh-body really a drag on the brain?

Opening the textbook, Shen Guo didn't care what Liu Qingfeng said above, and read carefully from the beginning.

At this moment, the brain seems to have been lighted with cool oil, the clarity is jaw-dropping, and almost every page can be quickly and firmly remembered word for word after reading it once.

In this way, in the first Chinese class, Shen Guo memorized all the contents of the two volumes of Chinese documents in the third year of senior high school, took out a few sets of mock papers brought by Huaiyu Shenggao earlier, and started to work on the questions like a fly.

When the get out of class was over, he didn't realize it at all, and he didn't notice that Liu Qingfeng came over, glanced at him, and then walked away silently. This state of concentration continued until the end of the second language class, and the music of inter-class exercises sounded outside.

He finally raised his head from the sea of ​​questions, but his eyes were still extremely clear.

"Is this your Shenggao's paper?" Song Jiayan looked at him curiously. Since the last class, he found that Shen Guo had been burying his head in the questions non-stop, but when he glanced at it, he found that he had an issue with Liu Qingfeng. The papers that come down are different.

"En." Shen Guo nodded, "I missed some courses in the process of transferring to another school. These were explained by the original head teacher and asked me to take them with me. I will send the test papers to me from time to time later."

"Oh." Song Jiayan twitched his hand and handed him a test paper, "This is what we were asked to write in the last class. I think you wrote seriously so I didn't bother you."

Shen Guo reached out to take it: "Thank you."

But accidentally saw Song Jiayan's eyes looking at his test paper, Shen Guo smiled and took out his test paper and handed it to him: "Take a look at Shenggao's test paper and see if there is any difference from what you usually do."

"Okay." Song Jiayan got off the donkey along the slope, took it over unceremoniously, and looked at it carefully.

"Squad leader, Shen Guo, go out to do exercises." The sports committee member shouted at them at the door.

Shen Guo raised his head: "Can you take a leave of absence from the team leader, we are studying the papers."

"You go, leave them alone." Liu Qingfeng said to the sports committee from outside, "Go as a team."

The sports committee member responded and went out. Liu Qingfeng poked his head and glanced at the two of them, and walked out with his hands behind his back without saying anything.

For a while, only Shen Guo and Song Jiayan were left in the classroom.

Song Jiayan turned sideways and looked at the test paper in his hand seriously, while Shen Guo propped his chin with one hand and looked at the boy in front of him seriously: "How is it?"

"Hmm... It's much more difficult than our test paper." Song Jiayan frowned slightly, "Some questions are obviously beyond the standard..."

But Shen Guo answered very well. If he were himself, he might not be able to analyze these questions so thoroughly.

"It seems that you are really—" Song Jiayan couldn't help but sink in admiration.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a "dong dong" sound of knocking on the glass. The two looked in response, and saw someone on the left side of the classroom knocking on the window with a high stretched hand.

The entire ground level of the classroom is higher than that of the outside. If you want to see the situation inside the classroom from the window on the left, unless you jump up, you can only reach out.

The classrooms of their senior three classes 1-4 are all on the first floor. The right side outside the classroom is an independent playground, and the left side is an open space with several table tennis tables. It's a little bit stronger. Starting next semester, students can go out and do exercises during the big breaks, which is already an explanation to the head teacher. No one will play table tennis at all.

And at this moment, who ran here to knock on the window with nothing to do?

Song Jiayan and Shen Guo were sitting in the last two rows on this side. Song Jiayan and Shen Guo looked at each other, got up and walked to the seat on the inner side, opened the window and looked out.

He immediately widened his eyes: "Li Moshang!"

Under the window is Li Moshang with a displeased face. He has highlighted chestnut hair, wears a ring earring, and wears the black jacket that Song Jiayan bought for him last time. At that time, he was handsome with a bit of sinister aura, but now he saw Song Jiayan poked his head, raised his eyebrows and hooked his fingers at him.

Realizing that Shen Guo was still behind him, Song Jiayan hesitated and gestured to him.

He turned around and looked at Shen Guo's questioning gaze, feeling a little guilty for some reason: "It's a classmate I know from the next class, I'll go out for a while."

The young man is the least capable of hiding his thoughts, Shen Guo looked at him with his eyes slightly down to the right, obviously lying.

This lie made him somewhat ashamed.

Shen Guo nodded: "Then you go."

Song Jiayan didn't say much, and ran out of the classroom in a hurry.

The radio gymnastics music on the playground just started to sound, Song Jiayan lowered his head and walked around the wall to the back, while Li Moshang was waiting for him at the corner, seeing him coming, Li Moshang pressed him against the wall.

"Jiayan, what's your situation this morning?" Li Moshang looked down at him, ignoring Song Jiayan's struggle and pressed his hands, "I'll let you go when you're done."

"Li Moshang, don't make trouble, this is at school!" Song Jiayan was annoyed and ashamed, and his ambiguous posture made him terrified, "Let go of me, if someone sees me, I'll be finished!"

Seeing this, Li Moshang slightly let go of his hands, and took a step back: "I waited for the cold wind and squatted at the school gate waiting for you for an hour in the morning. Didn't you tell me if you couldn't come?"

Song Jiayan calmed down a bit: "I'm sorry, I was unlucky in the morning. I happened to meet the class leader who came early and was blocked in the classroom. I told you that there is a high probability that I won’t be able to get out today.”

"But I still stick to it and wait for you at the door." Li Moshang moved closer again, "I love you so much, I didn't even eat breakfast, why don't you give me some reward?"

"Reward?" Song Jiayan looked into his eyes, a little embarrassed, and lowered his eyes, "What reward?"

It's been almost a week since the two confirmed their relationship, but they haven't had much intimate contact. Looking at Li Moshang's expression, Song Jiayan thought he was asking for a kiss, and was at a loss for a while: "This...here is School, when school is over in the evening—"

"Can you lend me 2000 yuan?" Li Moshang didn't pay attention to Song Jiayan's careful thinking, and blurted out the words he had made up a long time ago, "I just found out that my mother had a brain tumor in the last physical examination, and the doctor advised her to hurry up." surgery."

"Brain...brain tumor?" Song Jiayan was shocked by the news, "You mean, the last time you asked me to borrow money for the physical examination? It actually found a brain tumor! Is it our county hospital? No, you should take your aunt to the Kyoto University Hospital for a review!"

Li Moshang froze, with a look of distress on his face: "Well... yes, I thought so too, but the fare, food, lodging, inspection fee for a trip to Kyoto are all money, you I also know that my family’s conditions are not good. My father ran away with my mistress a few years ago, and my mother only knows how to play cards and collect junk. I rely on me to go to the construction site to move bricks every day. Where did the money go to Kyoto? "

Song Jiayan was also silent. He naturally knew that Li Moshang's family conditions were poor. Ever since the two met, they paid for everything they ate and went out together. But his family's conditions are not very rich, and his pocket money is really limited. These days, he has secretly used up all his New Year's money, so how can he lend such a large amount of money to Li Moshang?

"Li Moshang, I really want to help you, but I don't have that much money." Song Jiayan was a little embarrassed, "Why don't you ask other relatives and friends to borrow it? After all, it's such a big deal."

"How can I have any relatives and friends who can borrow money? If I had, I wouldn't even be hungry every day." Li Moshang said that his eye circles were red, and he looked up at Song Jiayan, pleading in his eyes. Mixed with a slight trace of malice, "Can you get some from home first? Secretly, your parents won't find out. I've worked hard to earn money these days, so I'll return it to you sooner. It will be fine."

The author has something to say: Slowly abuse the scumbag.

Kahiko has brains.

Continue tomorrow~

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