Xueba God-level system

As she watched, Liu Xianying became more and more unable to extricate herself. This is Teacher Zhang Zhenhai’s diary. This is clearly the real incident he experienced.

Liu Xianying has never been so attracted by a novel. Although school is out now, she still doesn't feel like having dinner. Because she is not hungry at all, having these spiritual food is enough.

With a feeling of bullying, she continued reading.

The student who came from a small mountain village was named Niu Qi. He came from an ordinary family with particularly difficult circumstances. Although it is not impossible to cook porridge at home, life is still very tight.

Later, with Zhang Zhenhai's efforts, he contacted Niu Qi.

The place where the two met for the first time was in a small coffee shop.

Zhang Zhenhai felt that the Niu Qi in front of him had a sense of déjà vu, or that there was a shadow of his past life in him.

"Niu Qi, although three generations of your ancestors have been poor, this is not a reason for you to give up. Even if your classmates bully you and your teachers don't like you, there is still a beautiful life waiting for you to discover. Classmate Bullying, then why don't you go to a good school? Is it because you don't have enough grades or your family doesn't support you? Just like me, because of my frivolousness and loneliness when I was young, I once embarked on the road of Internet addiction. I remember it was an autumn. I went to school one day and spent the next night in an Internet cafe. The reason was a reward from my homeroom teacher. Because I am relatively short, 153cm, I was assigned to the first row in junior high school. Not only in junior high school, but also in the first grade of elementary school. As soon as I came up, I was always in the first row, and it gave me a dazzling feeling. Although I am not much different from the tallest students, there is no way you can make up for the height gap. The only thing that can make me feel no regrets Yes, that is, I went to school one year earlier than other children of the same age. Others went to preschool at the age of 5, but when I was 4 years old, my family asked me to carry my bags, get ready, and shoulder the heavy responsibility of going to school. At that time, I As a kid, I remember that I was dressed in a police uniform, loved freedom, and loved playing with the children in the village. They were all girls, and there were no boys of the same age. That was a big regret of my childhood. I clamored to I cried, but my father insisted on dragging me to school. I don’t like going to school, and I prefer to get out of school after school. I had no choice but to not disobey my father’s orders and carry the first small schoolbag embroidered by my mother for me. That schoolbag contained not only stationery, books, but also my mother’s expectations for me. To this day, that schoolbag is still there, used to hold the paper for bagging apples. Life in preschool is harsh, although for children It's honest, but it's the most hateful thing. When the teacher asked me what my dream was when I grew up, I basically answered without thinking that it was to be a policeman. It's very simple. I can catch bad people. But I didn't realize it until I grew up. , that can always only be a dream. I like to skip classes in preschool and run away when the teacher is not paying attention. When I arrived in high school, the teacher arranged seats according to height and size. There was no doubt that I was placed in Because it is in the corner, the words on the blackboard are very reflective. As a result, I often get distracted in class. Originally, I could take 380 in the college entrance examination, but in this way, 350 is OK. It’s all because of my short height, and later I He became the Internet-addicted boy in the class."