I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

It has been a long time since He Yang woke up in such a warm afternoon, without a system broadcasting in his ears, and he was not forced to receive a lot of information from the mission world.

The sunlight outside the window passed through the dense bushes and jumped to his fingertips. Suddenly, a roar broke this unrealistic calm and dragged him back to reality from the clouds.

"Fu Yucheng, you dare to sleep in my class, you are really perverted!"

"What are you arguing about?" He Yang rubbed his ears and sat up impatiently. He half-closed his eyes and looked around. From the desk to the podium to the blackboard, he was obviously in the classroom.

But how many years has he graduated from high school?Haven't you already returned to the original world?Or is this a dream within a dream?

Before he could understand the logic, a hidden weapon suddenly flew over the podium, He Yang reached out to catch it, and spread out his palm, it was a piece of chalk.

"Damn it, it's amazing!"

His deskmate couldn't help but exclaimed, then covered his mouth in horror, and secretly glanced at the class teacher standing on the podium.

The angry face was Lao Yang, his high school head teacher. He rolled up his sleeves and saw the key-shaped tattoo.

At this point, He Yang can be sure that this is the original world, he has returned to his own body, but there is some error on the timeline, and he is a few years younger than before.

"Fu Yucheng, you are promising. Not only do you sleep in class, but you also dare to get tattoos secretly?" Lao Yang took a triangular ruler and knocked on the blackboard loudly: "Come to my office after class!"

The class had to continue, and the classroom was filled with the sound of flipping through books to find a notebook. He Yang frowned, and slapped his deskmate with his arm: "Old Yang, what did he call me?"

"Fu Yucheng, what's the matter?" The deskmate covered his face with a book, and said in a low voice, "You won't be so sleepy that you don't even know your name."

"Get out." He Yang glared at him, then bent down to look for the schoolbag in the desk, there must be clues such as names in the book.

However, Fu Yucheng was written on the top of each book. He Yang was deeply impressed by this name. After several missions were completed, this name appeared more than once in the mouth of the capture target.

"This handwriting is not mine." He Yang seemed to have found evidence suddenly, and pointed it out to his deskmate: "These are not written by me."

"It's really... your handwriting is not so beautiful." The deskmate recognized it for a while, then suddenly came over and smiled: "Quickly tell me, did Banhua write it for you?"

"no--"

He Yang closed the book, feeling an unspeakable boredom in his heart, as if the system had completely disappeared from him, and it didn't appear no matter how he called it.

"Okay, Cheng Yu, let me go to the small shop after class, please."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and retorted in a deep voice: "My name is not Fu Yucheng, I am He Yang."

"He Yang? Isn't he from Class Six?" The deskmate was also confused, scratched his head and said, "Yu Cheng, you really don't remember who you are, do you?"

"I know, do you need me to recite my home address?" He Yang propped his forehead, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "You said He Yang is in Class Six?"

"That's right, the number one in class six. He studies well and looks good. Many girls in our class asked me to pass him a note..."

"Take me to him after class." He Yang frowned, puzzled over this matter, obviously his identities match, only the name is not his, it's really strange.

When the get out of class bell rang, he couldn't wait to stand up and patted his deskmate on the shoulder: "Let's go!"

"What are you going to do?" Lao Yang stood on the podium, keeping an eye on his figure, and shouted sharply: "Go to my office and wait after class, hurry up and don't dawdle."

He Yang sighed heavily and stabilized his emotions. This matter cannot be rushed, he must always remember that he is an adult at heart, and the rebellious period has passed long ago.

He Yang took off his blue and white school uniform jacket and threw it on a chair. He Yang walked out of the classroom in full view. He had long forgotten the exact location of Lao Yang's office. Anxiously grabbing a passerby.

"Student, do you know how to get to Lao Yang's office in the math group?"

"I……"

The caught boy was wearing his school uniform neatly, his eyes were a bit astonished, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at him without blinking. He Yang tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "We know each other?"

"I don't know." The boy shook his head and vetoed, pointing to the stairs on the right: "The mathematics group is on the fourth floor, you can go up and turn left to the third one."

"Thank you." He Yang nodded, but his eyes did not move away from him. He didn't look back until the figure disappeared into the crowd and walked upstairs.

The door of the mathematics group office was open, and most of the teachers hadn't come back after class, so he knocked on the door casually, found Lao Yang's seat and sat down to wait for him.

He is very familiar with the process of this matter, lecturing, looking for parents, and writing self-criticism. After a semester, Lao Yang can have a thick stack on his desk.

He Yang leaned on the back of the chair and was in a daze, when a paper was smashed down, it didn't hurt but it was embarrassing.

"Stand up for me, what do you look like?" Lao Yang was holding a thermos cup, his face was dark, and after sitting down, he began to find fault: "Where's your school uniform?"

"It's too hot, take it off." He Yang lowered his head, his whole body was full of rebelliousness. Although he had deliberately restrained himself, the inherent impression was too deep, and everything he said seemed to be provocative.

Sure enough, Lao Yang slammed the table and shouted, "It's only March, and you're wearing short sleeves, telling me it's hot?"

He Yang didn't answer, other teachers came in one after another in the office, Lao Yang took a deep breath and lowered his volume: "Tell me, what's the matter with the tattoo on your arm?"

"Tattoos..."

It's been a long time, and the memory of the pattern that accompanied him day and night is a little fuzzy. Why did he have such a pattern at that time?

The sound of the pattering rain rang in his mind, pulling him back to that dark rainy night. He seemed to have escaped from home with injuries all over his body. The cold rain seeped into the wound. When he was at the base, he suddenly realized that he didn't bring the key with him. At that moment, it seemed that the sky was about to collapse.

The dark clouds were very low, the sky was thundering and lightning, he huddled at the door of the warehouse, crying and trembling...

It seems that since that time, he has tattooed this pattern on his arm to remind himself not to do stupid things again.

"But who dares to hit me." He Yang was ups and downs in the vortex of memory, muttering to himself: "Someone hit me, shouldn't I hit back?"

"Fu Yucheng, what are you muttering about there!" Lao Yang took a sip of water, his anger had already subsided a lot, and he said in a deep voice, "I don't care how you got that thing, hurry up and find time to wash it for me, student It should look like a student."

"No." He Yang blurted out, and he was startled when he finished speaking, and quickly made amends: "I'm afraid of pain, and besides, I can't wash it clean, at worst, I won't wear short sleeves from now on."

Obedience seems to have nothing to do with him from birth, Lao Yang sighed, and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall: "Okay, class is about to start, call your parents over tomorrow."

"Okay, bye Lao Yang." He Yang walked out of the office with a smile, closed the door behind his back, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately when he turned around.

The deskmate who had just finished sweeping the small shop bumped into him head-on, and was taken aback by the expression on his face: "Hey, Yu Cheng, where are you going soon after class?"

He Yang replied without turning his head: "truancy."

The courtyard wall of the old campus of No. [-] Middle School is not high, so it can be climbed over easily, but no one dares to be as aboveboard as him.

For high school students, having their parents found by their teachers is tantamount to disaster, but He Yang is not afraid, his father is an alcoholic, and his mother passed away after giving birth to him. Lao Yang just reminded him inadvertently that there is still life in this world. An individual can prove his identity.

Passing through two narrow alleys is an old residential area. He Yang spent most of his time here before. He didn't need to look up the house number, he could find the house just by muscle memory.

After knocking for a long time but no one answered, He Yang deftly lifted the carpet at the door, picked up the dirty key and opened the door, the smell of alcohol made him frown uncomfortably.

"dad--"

No one answered after calling twice, He Yang didn't bother to push open the door of the back room, the unkempt man was lying on the bed sleeping, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand, snoring loudly.

According to his past experience, if he drank to this level, he would not be able to wake up even if he was dragged out and slaughtered. He Yang slammed the door and began to search around in the living room.

The household registration book and ID card are usually not needed, and it took a lot of effort to find them. He Yang sat down on the ground, hugged the cardboard box, took a deep breath, and opened the household registration book.

Household head: Fu Chengjun.

He flipped back unwillingly, and the ID card fell out. The person in the photo was younger than his current face. He Yang moved his fingers to reveal his name——Fu Yucheng.

He raised his head with complicated eyes, and a familiar face was reflected on the ceiling. Is there something wrong with this world, or his memory?

Although Fu Chengjun was drinking heavily, he had never hit him since he was a child. Where did the rainy night in his memory come from?

The phone rang from the bedroom, one after another, pulling back his thoughts.He Yang put his ID card in his pocket, walked into the bedroom, picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button: "Hello."

"... Fu Yucheng, why is it you?" Lao Yang's surprise could be felt through the microphone, followed by anger: "You dare to skip class just after you came out of my office, are you going to rebel?"

He Yang glanced at the person on the bed, and said indifferently: "My father has been poisoned by alcohol, I will come back and send him to the hospital."

Lao Yang was stunned, and said with concern: "How about it, it's not serious, it's the first time this month."

"It's serious, I can't count how many times." He Yang walked out of the house while perfunctory: "Yes, he won't be able to come to school tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, He Yang glanced at his phone. It was already the time for school to leave at noon. He originally planned to go to the secret base directly, but he passed by a noodle shop next to the school and was attracted by the aroma.

"Student, what do you want to eat?" The boss has been here for more than ten years and is quite familiar with the students of No. [-] Middle School.

He Yang said without hesitation: "A bowl of beef noodles, add a marinated egg."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Although this noodle shop is not big, it is clean and hygienic, and is very popular with students. After school at noon, the shop was full of people in twos and threes.He Yang looked around, and there was only one boy sitting at the table near the door. He lowered his head and opened an English book on the table, looking very focused.

He Yang walked up to him with the hot beef noodles in his hand: "Student, can we make a table together?"

The boy raised his head abruptly, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes in bewilderment. After a while, he secretly looked around and saw that there were no other vacant seats. He nodded slightly: "You can do whatever you want."