After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

"What are you muttering about without reciting? Have you recited everything?"

At some point, Miss Meili had already walked up to the sidewalk.

Bian never understood, why are you targeting me like this?

He glanced at Zhang Meili, who seemed to have a deep hatred with him, let out an annoyed voice, and said, "Okay."

Sister Meili pushed the glasses as thick as a magnifying glass, looking at him with vigilant eyes.

"What do you want to do again?"

The sound of endorsement in the classroom weakened, and everyone turned their heads in unison, looking forward to a good show.

"Hey? Who are you betting on this time?"

"I press beauty!"

"I'm on the sidelines!"

"side from +1"

"+2"

"You all have nothing to do, right?! Are you all done?"

As soon as Sister Mei gave the order, everyone turned their heads and opened their mouths perfunctorily in a tacit understanding.

"The high pavilion of King Teng is adjacent to the Zhujiang River."

"Linjiangzhu..."

"Aba Aba Linjiang Zhu."

With a puff, Bian never couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing? Do you still have the nerve to laugh when you disturb the classroom order?"

"I'm sorry, teacher," Bian Cong stopped laughing and admitted his mistake sincerely, "I didn't mean it."

Sister Meili snorted coldly and refused to eat this at all.

"Didn't you say that you can recite it well? Recite it to me, and then go back and sit down after you recite it."

Bian Cong: "Are you serious?"

"You recite it later."

It’s just trivial, isn’t it just a piece of classical Chinese? I closed the book and leaned lazily against the blackboard, “Then I’m starting?”

His indecent appearance made Miss Meili angry again, "Stand up straight!"

This is what I provoked.

Helpless, Bian Cong stood up straight, "Is this okay?"

"back!"

"The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into Yizhen, and the ground is connected to Henglu..."

A long, two-page essay went smoothly from side to side, and didn't even bring a card when it got stuck.

"Where is the emperor in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself."

"After reciting, can I go back and sit?"

Zhang Meili was stunned, and more than 30 people in the class were also stunned.

Even the social brother who was so annoying just now couldn't help looking back.

Bian Cong was taken aback by such a big battle.

He thought to himself, why not just memorize a text?Why are you so scared?

"I," Bian Cong stretched out his hand and waved twice in front of Meili's eyes, "Can I sit down now?"

"Then, that's what," Sister Meili said a little awkwardly, "You can't memorize it well, first, go back and sit down."

Under the gaze of more than 30 heads and more than 60 eyes, Bian Cong walked back to his seat in a daze.

Walking this way feels like walking a red carpet.

The most urgent thing is to figure out where it is more important. After sitting down, I start to think about where I am.

He crossed his arms, looked around the classroom with sharp eyes, and found that some students were still looking at him, and whispered to his deskmate from time to time.

Is it possible to wear a book?

Thinking of this, I immediately started to let my imagination run free. Is it possible that I am a fugitive in the entertainment industry, and these people are all my fans. That teacher is my black fan, and that good guy is my competitor. That's why you dismissed me?

Eh?Seems to make sense.

Um......

It makes sense, Bian Cong suddenly realized, and couldn't help but sigh his great IQ.

Wonderful!Give yourself a round of applause!

A fledgling niche in the entertainment industry, with a childlike face and excellent acting skills, the campus male god of fans.

Fuck! Fuck!Shuangwen!

I couldn't help but start wandering from the heart.

ah!It turns out that being a male god is also troublesome, hey, but this kind of trouble, I am very happy!like! !

Jingle Bell--

When the get out of class bell rang, Sister Meili said a few words and let everyone go free.

As soon as they heard the liberation, most of the class members ran away in chaos, only a few remained in the class.

Among them was the very handsome brother who was sleeping on the table.

Bian Cong looked at him and sneered in his heart.

snort!Let's see how long you can sleep, compete with me, I won't be the scum that broke your head off!

However, if you want to successfully jump to the top, you must know some specific conditions, such as whether you have black material, how many years have you debuted, what representative works, how many fans are there, are there more men or women, are there paparazzi around the school, Have you become popular in outer space......

There were too many doubts in his heart and he wanted to know, but before he could talk to others, someone took the initiative to ask him about the situation.

"Bian brother!"

It was the voice coming from behind, Bian Cong turned around, it was still the little fat man.

How should idols greet fans?Bian Cong thought about it, and gave him a charming smile: "Hi~"

Zhang Yueban: "..."

The expression is wrong, isn't it close enough, Bian Cong thought for a while, reached out and shook his hand, "Hi, thank you for supporting me, do you need me to sign for you?"

Zhang Yueban: "?"

Not right?What should I do?

Cool?

"Well, I'm Bian Cong."

Zhang Yueban: "???"

"Brother Bian..." Zhang Yueban asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you? How, how did you become like this?"

Bian Cong choked on these words, and he thought about it, could it be that he was ruined?He tentatively asked, "What should I do?"

Zhang Yueban nodded in confusion.

"Then, what should I do?"

"Brother Bian!" Zhang Yueban suddenly yelled loudly, as if he was about to pounce on him, "Don't scare me, what's wrong with you, woooooo Brother Bian, are you sick and don't have many days left? , don’t give up, brother, please.”

"Wait, wait!" Bian Cong stretched out his arms to separate him from himself, "What are you talking about, you don't have many days, you don't have many days, Brother Bian, my new life has just begun, and I'm just now They are going to bloodbath the entertainment industry."

"Entertainment?"

Oops!He still doesn't know that I'm not the real person, I have to disguise myself so that I can't be found out!

"Ah... that's all, that's what, you know."

Zhang Yueban: "Brother Bian, what are you talking about?"

No matter, go all out.

"Come here," Bian Cong half-hooked his hand towards Zhang Yue, and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret."

"What?" Zhang Yue moved his head halfway.

"Actually," Bian Cong leaned closer to his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I came here through time travel."

"Ah?" Zhang Yue was completely dazed, with a hint of fear in his daze.

What expression is this?Do not believe it?

"Come here, come closer, let me tell you the truth, in fact, you are all living in a book now, only I am the real person, and you are all fake."

day!

Zhang Yue is half crazy.

Why is a Bian brother at my age going crazy! !

"Brother Bian, I beg you, don't scare me. I'm timid. Let's go and treat any illnesses, woo woo woo."

Damn, what is this, why are you still crying?

"Don't cry, hold it for me!"

Zhang Yue half aggrieved Bala sniffled.

Bian Cong glanced at him helplessly, "But don't be afraid, since you are the first person I talk to when I travel through time, I decided to let you be my personal assistant."

"What's your name?"

Zhang Yueban went crazy again, "Brother Bian, what's wrong with you? Have you lost your memory? Why don't you remember my name? I'm your closest follower, you can't forget me... "

The big man was so tired of crying.

"Stop, wipe your snot for me first," Bian Cong gave him a disgusted look, and took out a piece of paper for him, "Forget it, let's call you Fatty for now, Fatty, now, I have a question, which is You have to tell me about who I was before, what hobbies I have, whether there are any suitors, etc."

Zhang Yue half wiped his nose, "Brother Bian, are you losing your memory?"

Amnesia and amnesia, it's already 2021, and the whole amnesia is coming out, it's not soil.

Besides, I just didn't read the script in advance.

"Yes, I have amnesia," Bian Cong said in a serious nonsense. "Recently, I go to school during the day and catch up on the announcement at night. I don't sleep too much, and my thinking is a bit confused."

"Ah?" Zhang Yue looked at Bian Cong innocently, "Catch the announcement? Don't you work part-time at the barbecue stall at night?"

"What the hell? A barbecue stand?" Bian Cong laughed on the spot, "What are you doing? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"I'm not making trouble and I'm not crazy, Brother Bian, you used to work part-time at the barbecue stand every day, from seven o'clock to ten o'clock in the evening every day, and often called us to come over to support you."

"You, you, you stop first." The amount of information is too much, and he is confused, "Let's go through it from the beginning, I will ask you to answer, don't rush to answer."

"Yeah, Brother Bian, you ask."

"First question, what's my name?"

"Bian Cong."

That's right, that's right.

"Second question, what is my occupation?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Yue thought for a while and said, "My job is a student, and my side job is a barbecue stall."

Bian Cong couldn't believe it: "It's gone?"

"Ah, gone."

Bian never believed it, "There must be more, you are thinking about it, think about it more deeply? Just... Do I have any hidden identity, such as the entertainment industry's escaped traffic?"

"Let me think about it," Zhang Yueban thought for a long time seriously, "I remember now!!"

Let me just say, Bian Cong came back to life immediately, and after finally wearing a book, he must have something different from ordinary people.

"I'm ready, tell me."

"Brother Bian, in fact, you still claim to be the leader of Nancheng."

Bian Cong: ? ? ?

Are you talking about people?

Bian Cong thought that there was something wrong with his ears, "What, what, what? What, what? What is it? Where is it?"

"It's not because of who you are," Zhang Yueban explained to him seriously, "It means that you are very powerful, and everyone in this place has to listen to you."

"No, no," Bian Cong suddenly felt that his blood pressure was a little high, "You mean I'm not a traffic niche, but just a person who pretends to be a boss? Are you still calling yourself?"

Zhang Yue nodded with a serious face: "Mmm."

WTF? ? ? ?

Who the hell is messing with me? ! ! !

Feeling that his heart was trembling from this moment, he covered his face, "What, what else, you can say it all."

"Brother Bian, don't be afraid. I heard that some people's memory loss is temporary. Your memory loss may be caused by falling over a wall and hitting a rock a few days ago."

"Over the wall?! Did you hit a rock?" Bian started to tremble, "I, I..."

"Brother Bian, don't worry, don't worry, just speak slowly, I promise to tell you everything I know."

Bian Cong didn't want to talk anymore, if he could, he wanted to turn over again so that he could kill himself.

However, before you die, you have to be an understanding ghost.

bring it on!Have the courage to accept your own unbearable past! !

"Why did I climb over the wall?" Bian Cong asked.

"Because of being late and skipping class."

Hold!Every year, the outstanding and handsome young people who are my three-good students will jump over the wall and skip class when they come here? !

joke!

"Okay," Bian Cong compromised, "I have another question, why were everyone surprised when I went to stand at the back?"

"Because you never stood at the back before, not even standing on the seat, and you didn't talk to Miss Meili before, so everyone was surprised that you stood up and recited the book today."

Hehehe, the clown is actually me.

"The last question," changing the vest is also a joy, "then the Hedong lion... does Miss Mei really bother me?"

"Did you see it?" Zhang Yueban said, "Sister Meili keeps saying that you are the shit stirrer in the class, that you are a rat droppings that ruined a good pot of soup."

"Stir..." Bian Congxin died, he rolled his eyes, and really wanted to just let it go.

Life is so long, if you die early, you can catch up with a bowl of hot Mengpo soup.

He stood up unsteadily and walked out of the classroom.

"Brother Bian, where are you going? Class is about to start!"

"I'm going to drink soup."

On the way to drink soup, I wandered to the toilet from the end.

It's almost time for class, and there is no one in the toilet.

Bian Cong walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on his face to wake himself up.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and it was still the same face, charming peach eyes, high nose bridge, ruddy lips, and the two pear dimples when he laughed.

Bian never understood, quite did not understand.

My good looks can be ranked in the entertainment circle anyway, how come I became a skewer in the end, and also became a non-mainstream handle?

What about trouble?Is this a joke?

No, no, no, I can't let my first life's fame be ruined here, I want to go back, back to my world!

How can I go back, thinking and thinking, thinking and thinking, going through all the novels I have read over the years in my mind.

Although he read a lot, it was useless. All he read was the same campus literature, and he had never read anything about wearing books.

How did those who wore books go back?

organ?mission accomplished?Or can you go back after you die?

Bian Cong murmured alone in the empty bathroom, "There must be a mission, there must be a mission, the traveler must have brought a mission for this kind of thing, what kind of mission is it?"

I looked around, "Is there an agency? Someone should talk to me, right?"

"Cough cough," Bian Cong coughed twice, intending to communicate with his ruler who was wearing a book, "I am Bian Cong, I'm in the book, you send me a task quickly, I'm in a hurry to go home, this broken bag I don't care if I love whoever I love!"

After a few minutes……

Ah-ah-ah-

The classic cry of crows flying overhead in TV dramas.

"Could it be that there is some mechanism secret technique?"

"Well...makes sense."

While looking around the bathroom structure, he first knocked on the wall and then on the glass.

"Okay, I know you're in there, don't hide in there and don't make a sound, quickly tell me what's the task, do you want to continue to be my shit stirrer, or let me revitalize the glory of the barbecue stall? You say quickly, don't delay I go back to high..."

Before the word test was finished, the door of the innermost toilet opened with a bang.

Startled, Bian Cong turned to look over.

I saw that the person who came out walked slowly to his side, turned on the faucet, rinsed his hand, and turned it off again.

Bian Cong recognized him, brother good guy, the one who skipped class this morning.

Just about to express a friendly greeting to the other party, Brother Haohan spoke.

He glanced at Bian Cong lightly, as if looking at a mentally handicapped person.

"Stupid."

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