The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

"Ring, ring, ring." The rapid sound of the alarm made Shen Xingge open his eyes, and subconsciously touched the slider phone next to the pillow.

Shen Xingge was stunned. Shouldn't this thing be properly displayed in the history museum?How could it appear in her hand?

"Xingge, auntie has prepared the meal. Get up and have some."

Star song?Are you calling yourself?Shen Xingge immediately jumped up from the bed and glanced at the calendar on the bedside. 2010?Is she dazzled?Or is this calendar a 200-year-old antique?

With a click, the door opened, and a woman came in. She was a very gentle-looking woman with a low ponytail. She was a beautiful oriental beauty.

"Auntie saw that you didn't respond for a long time, so she took the spare key and opened the door." The woman rubbed her hands nervously, "Then... Xingge, you clean up first, and I'll wake Mengmeng up."

Shen Xingge didn't react dully, and the woman wasn't surprised either. She closed the door and left.

In a daze, a series of text messages popped up on the phone.

"I like you, will you be my girlfriend?"

"After school tonight, do we want to go to the study room together?"

"I brought you your favorite chocolate. Come to school today to pick it up."

Each text message was from a different sender. Shen Xing jumped up, got up from the bed, and stood in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror had waist-length hair, a small and pleasant face, and a pair of watery eyes that could easily be It can arouse boys' protective desire, and then think of the text message just now.

Could this be the legendary green tea?

No, no... No, that's not the point!The point is: this fifteen or sixteen year old girl’s body is not her own.

Shen Xingge opened the curtains, and a ray of sunlight filtered in through the transparent glass window. The occasional whistle disturbed the birds. The vehicles coming and going were exactly the same as the scenes in the movie two centuries ago.

Shen Xingge retreated to the bed, and the moment when the spaceship exploded came to mind. Did the explosion of the spaceship cause a rift in time and space, allowing his consciousness to travel back to his body two centuries ago?

"Hiss... My head hurts so much." Shen Xingge sat back on the bed, and more chaotic scenes appeared in his consciousness.

"Xinge, please don't break up, okay? I'll buy you everything you want. Please don't break up."

"Xinge, I told my mother that we would get married as soon as we graduate."

"Shen Xingge, you bitch, you must die a happy death!"

In the picture, the girl is in her twenties, still looking pitiful, "Yes...I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

The screen keeps jumping.

There were white curtains, a dark wooden coffin, and a black and white photo hanging on the wall, and the woman in the photo she had just seen, the Oriental woman who opened the door and came in.

"I'm sorry, aunt, how could..." This body kneels in front of the camera and cries pitifully and touchingly.

"Shen Xingge, get out of here, don't show mercy like a cat! How could you not have thought of it? Who was the one who falsely accused my mother of being a mistress? Who is the daughter who pretended to be kicked out of the house in the media? ?Go to hell! Go to hell!”

"Mengmeng, you...my mother passed away early, and I have always regarded Aunt Song as my biological mother..." The girl pursed her lips, shaking.

Shen Xingge rubbed his temples. The space-time rift had not stabilized yet, and in his mind was probably the image of the original owner 10 years in the future.

a long time…

After all the images in his mind finally disappeared, Shen Xingge let out a long sigh of relief. He was able to accept the fact that he was dressed as the green tea from 2 centuries ago. By the way, he also sorted out many of the original owner's interpersonal relationships. For example, the woman who just came in was the original owner. The family invader in memory, the stepmother of the original owner.

Shen Xingge was still deep in thought when he heard another call: "Xingge, Auntie's rice is ready."

Shen Xingge rummaged through the cabinets, finally got dressed and washed, and walked to the restaurant downstairs. There was already a three or four-year-old girl eating breakfast with milk in her arms on the dining table. This should be the thorn in the original owner's memory, stepmother Song Qing. His biological daughter——Song Meng.

Two centuries later, the fertility rate of life on earth has been very low. It is a dream to have such a cute little dumpling at home.

Shen Xingge couldn't help but look at the little girl a few times. Her short hair was black and shiny, and her round eyes were like dark crystal gems. Together with her grandma's little face, she could hit Shen Xingge's heart with one blow!

Little did they know that Song Meng, who had been reborn at his mother's funeral, secretly clenched his fists when he saw Shen Xingge.

Shen Xingge opened his seat and sat across from Song Meng. He saw the little dumpling in front of him finished his milk, wiped his mouth, and reached for the bread on the table, but his hands were too short, and his butt was stuck out so much that he didn't even take it. arrive.

Shen Xingge sat down calmly, picked up the bread and placed it closer to Song Meng by accident, then started eating breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Song Qing also came out of the kitchen and put the hot breakfast on the table again. When Shen Xingge's hair was draped, she hesitated to speak.

Why are you staring at her hair? Does her hair reveal anything? "What's wrong?"

Seeing Shen Xingge's guarded expression, Song Qing just thought it was because she was willfully fond of beauty and full of hostility towards him, so she said vaguely: "No, it's okay."

Without doubting his presence, Shen Xingge continued to eat breakfast with his head down.

The three people at the table had their own thoughts and did not speak. There was only the sound of chewing on the table.Soon the three of them had finished their breakfast, each packed their things, and Song Qing sent Shen Xingge and Song Meng to school.

In the car, Shen Xingge maintained a cold attitude and kept away from strangers, pretending to be a three-year-old Song Meng, thinking about how to deal with Shen Xingge, the green tea bitch, and a strange balance was reached in the car for a while.

When they were approaching Shen Xingge's middle school, Song Meng looked at the female high school students coming and going outside the car window, and suddenly thought of Article [-] of the high school rules: girls are not allowed to wear their hair down.

Then I turned my head to look at Shen Xingge, who was sitting dignifiedly with disheveled hair, and thought to myself: I'll be holding school rules and regulations at the school gate soon, and I'll give you a hard time.

Just as he was thinking that the car was about to arrive at the school gate, Song Meng's mind turned around. How could Shen Xingge, who had always worked hard to maintain his personal image, forget to tie his hair this morning?Is this a way to frame her mother for not taking good care of her and label her a vicious stepmother?

Thinking of this, Song Meng quickly grabbed Shen Xingge's clothes, raised her head and asked, "Why do all the other big sisters have their hair tied up? Mom, are middle school students not allowed to wear their hair down?"

Song Qing looked at Xingge and nodded sheepishly. In fact, she wanted to remind her this morning, but Shen Xingge always hated having to worry about her. She was afraid of any conflicts, so she didn't say anything.

Facing Shen Xingge's astonished eyes, Song Meng was very proud. From now on, as long as I'm here, don't even think about throwing any dirty water on my mother!

Shen Xingge suddenly realized that he had grown up with short hair in the military camp and had never noticed the matter of tying his hair. Facing Song Meng's piercing eyes, Shen Xingge nodded, "I know."

So he pretended to be reserved and took away Song Meng's short hand, carrying his schoolbag and walking towards the school gate.

Song Meng stared at Shen Xingge's leaving figure. His posture was upright, but he seemed to be a little casual.

Look at the little hand that just made contact with Shen Xingge. The green tea bitch should have waved her away viciously just now, telling her to stay out of her own business?Did you take the wrong medicine today?Or...has Green Tea Bitch upgraded her rank?

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The heroine is super type A, but she also needs to adapt to the change of identity~ so you can read a few more chapters and the heroine will show her strength step by step~