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You can search for "My System Automatically Add Money to Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Physics teacher Qiu Guangming’s fingernails occasionally made harsh noises on the blackboard. Zhang Fan looked up at the white clouds floating above the school, thinking about how he should live in this life.

Those who have died or left themselves are now living in their own world.

The longing for them in the past should have disappeared long ago, but now he can really feel their breath.

Bai Xue had been quietly turning her head to look at him, the pony tail that was erected backwards swayed right and left with her movements, and the tail of the pony tail swept the top of his desk like a broom.

Wang Can folded the books high and placed them on the upper right of the desk, sometimes raising and lowering his head.

Sometimes I would cover my mouth and smile quietly, probably because I saw some interesting plot.

Zhang Fan looked at all this as a bystander and suddenly felt a little sad.

He knows that their lives will change with a high probability in the future, but he is not sure whether it will be better or worse.

I fumbled out the phone from my schoolbag. It was an antique that I hadn't seen for a long time. The brand was Samsung.

Turn on the phone, the date on the color display is "May 5, 2008, Lixia."

"Summer is here!" Zhang Fan whispered to himself.

He raised his head and squinted at the sun, and found that it was hiding quietly into the clouds.

This discovery made him feel a little bit lost. Originally, he wanted to directly feel some of the vitality of the sun, so as to dispel the twilight from his body anytime and anywhere.

Youth is the most energetic time in a person's life, and Zhang Fan is not sure whether he can still have the vivaciousness he once was.

"After all, I am an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years."

is not that right?

The eighty-nine years of the previous life plus the fifteen years of this life are no less than one hundred.

Although he has only been reborn for a few hours, he still counts the time before this body on his head.

Both left and right are myself, no loss anyway.

Then he shook his head again, and sighed softly."There is still a difference."

He knew the specific difference, but he didn't want to think about it.

This is a problem that the more you care about, the more pain you will feel.

And getting the answer just added troubles, why bother?

"Zhang Fan, tell me the answer to this question."

Qiu Mingguang, the physics teacher, interrupted Zhang Fan's thoughts, and the eyes of the classmates focused on Zhang Fan following his words.

Some are worried, and some are gloating.

Zhang Fan stood up and glanced at the place where the physics teacher was pointing at the upper right corner of the blackboard.

The physics in junior high school was too simple for him, and he gave the answer after just a glance.

"Sit down." Qiu Mingguang waved down.

Then he said to Zhang Fan, "Don't be distracted in class, there is nothing good to see outside the window."

"I see." Zhang Fan replied.

"Brother Fan, you are really the little prince of physics in our class. Qiu Lao asks you with a super-general question, and you can answer it in one go." Wang Can put his phone in the sleeve of his school uniform in his right hand, and turned his head to Zhang Fan with admiration. Said in a low voice.

Zhang Fan looked at him and asked puzzledly: "Aren't you reading a novel! How do you know that it is a super outline?"

Wang Can showed a complacent look."This is called one mind and two purposes, otherwise I have never been caught playing on my mobile phone in class."

Zhang Fan stopped talking. He thought about the reunion of classmates in later generations. Every time, Wang Can said why he was so arrogant.

Qiu Mingguang coughed and his voice became louder."Wang Can, come up and solve this problem."

Wang Can walked up tremblingly, and drew a picture on the blackboard with a chalk, but he didn't draw one.

Qiu Mingguang sighed and waved his head."Go on! Don't use mobile phones in class from now on. It's going to be the third year of the middle school. You won't be able to teach you just now."

Wang Can walked down like a gray face, only that his cheeks were burning.

He didn't brag to Zhang Fan, but complained quietly."Just careless."

Then he sighed again."It must be written in the workbook by the eunuch Li Junhong again."

Zhang Fan then remembered who was the owner of the gloating gaze just now.

Li Junhong, the squad leader of Class 5, also ranks among the top three in Class 5 in his grades.

They are the children of other people's parents in the eyes of their parents, and good students in the eyes of teachers.

At the same time, he had been his love rival for some time.

He also liked Baixue at the beginning, but he was shy and afraid to confess.

It belonged to the classmates who saw that he liked Baixue, and he himself thought that he was covering up well, and he was even naively waiting for someone who Baixue would confess to him.

When Zhang Fan and Bai Xue determined the relationship, he overturned the jealous jar and targeted Zhang Fan everywhere.

Zhang Fan would not be arranged for any chance to show his face in front of the teacher.

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After hearing Wang Can's words, Zhang Fan whispered."The term eunuch fits him well."

At this moment, he felt a little more vitality in his body.

It turned out that the rivals were extremely jealous when they met, and he was no exception for his two lives, even though Zhang Fan in his previous life almost forgot the name Li Junhong when he was in college.

Now after seeing him in person, his vague face suddenly became clear, and the bits and pieces that had been about him were vividly remembered.

Memory is really incredible.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but stretch out his hand to play with the pink bow on the back of Bai Xue's neck, telling himself in his heart: "Neither did I expect that I remember everything about you so clearly."

After Bai Xue turned and gave him a dissatisfied look, and moved the stool forward, Zhang Fan withdrew his hand.

Wang Can was also energetic at this time, showing off to Zhang Fan in a low voice: "Chu Fang's rope was loose the day before yesterday. When she bent down to pick up the pen, I walked by her and saw it clearly."

After speaking, Wang Can glanced at Bai Xue's back and asked quietly, "Zhang Fan, have you seen Bai Xue?"

"Ms. Qiu is looking at you again." Zhang Fan reminded.

Wang Can straightened his body immediately and looked at the blackboard pretendingly.

Zhang Fan didn't want to answer Wang Can's question, he felt a little disgusted with Wang Can at this time.

No, to be more precise, I feel disgusted with the self I used to be, and feel very painful for the self who dragged Bai Xue into the water.

When I looked out the window again, the sky was already gloomy.

"Is it going to rain?" Zhang Fan guessed in his heart.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Qiu Mingguang couldn't wait to walk out of the classroom.

He taught three classes, two experimental classes and one general class.

As an ordinary class, Class 5 was simply restocked after he had greeted a few times but had no effect.

So it's not that Wang Can's single-mindedness and two-use is great, but that the teachers are reluctant to care about him.

Later generations of Wang Can may have found out, but he is still dead, and he does not want to admit that he is one of the abandoned by the teachers.

Bai Xue immediately turned around and threatened Zhang Fan in a low voice, "Don't pull my rope anymore. If I pull it off, I will really bite you."

Zhang Fan held up his hands in a surrender look, smiled and promised: "Don't worry, it won't."

For this kind of pranks that bully girls, he is no longer the one he used to be, and he has a sense of measure.

Taking pleasure in a girl’s tears, or deliberately bullying a crush to gain her attention, he is definitely unable to do such a naive thing now.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was so intrigued, Bai Xue snorted lightly."Count you acquaintance."

Then he looked up at the sky outside the window, got up and pulled the glass window closed.

After sitting down again, he whispered to Zhang Fan, "Don't rain, I didn't bring an umbrella."

Zhang Fan looked up at the timetable written on the blackboard. The third class was physical education, so he said to Bai Xue: "I will skip classes in physical education. You can use my umbrella!"

After speaking, he took out a blue lattice folding umbrella from the desk and handed it to Shirayuki.

Bai Xue looked at Zhang Fan and fell silent for a while, and reluctantly took it.

Zhang Fan often ran away in this physical education class, and Bai Xue would not say, "You shouldn't skip class, okay?", anyway, he wouldn't listen.

She tried it.

Then he turned around and put Zhang Fan's umbrella in his schoolbag, and put his umbrella in another position so that the two umbrellas were placed side by side.

Girls actually have a lot of routines, but most of them are just for people they like.

The second period is math class. The bell just rang after class. Most of the boys in Class 5 rushed out of the classroom like rabbits.

Physical education teacher Dai Guangkun seems to the students to be a bully, so there are not a few people who have the same ideas as Zhang Fan.

Wang Can and Li Yang are among them.

Zhang Fan followed them to a corner of the school. After seeing them turning over quickly, he turned over.

"Go play for an hour?" Wang Can asked Zhang Fan after clapping his hands.

"No." Zhang Fan shook his head, then stopped a taxi and got in.

"This guy actually still has money to take a taxi. If I must walk home and buy a biochemical bag." Wang Can said when he was driving away from the taxi.

Li Yang climbed his shoulders and said, "Canzi, don't care about him, let's play by ourselves."

Zhang Fan doesn't care that his friendship with them has become shallower, and now he can't afford to play the game of fighting zombies.

Lying on the back seat, Zhang Fan looked at the old buildings of the last century on the side of the road. Now the city of Guangming has not undergone the transformation of the old city.

This made him feel strange and familiar.

One is the strangeness from the memory of later generations, and the other is the familiarity that comes with this body.

He reached out and shook the car window glass, feeling the oncoming wind with his cheeks.

Although it is summer, the wind still reveals the coolness of spring.

The clouds in the sky quickly gathered and formed a thick and black cloud.

It's summer, and the weather changes so quickly.