Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

It was rare that Song Pan'er was not busy with anything else today. She joked with everyone for a long time before going back to bed.

I don't know whether the outcome of the matter is good or bad. Ren Mei is indeed no longer the head teacher, but she has not left the school.

She was transferred to the library and worked as a library maintainer.

Song Pan'er felt like she had eaten shit. The joy of just getting the house book couldn't resist being speechless.

Putting away the notebook and pen on the table, Song Pan'er glared back at Ren Mei, who was glaring at her, picked up her schoolbag and left.

She never came to the library again. She sat down by herself for ten minutes, and this idiot stared at her for ten minutes, so she couldn't continue writing.

However, many years of experience in setting up a stall told her that you can’t beat a drowned dog, otherwise the business will collapse.

Song Pan'er left the library and did not go to the classroom to write a manuscript. She didn't want her classmates to know about her submission, so she had to take a break and put her plan to make money from writing on hold.

Fortunately, she can go to school right away and just go home and write in the evening.

But it seems that without the villain being an eyesore, Song Paner's luck has also arrived.

At noon that day, Song Pan'er had lunch and went to the school mailroom as usual. She had been reading letters every day for more than half a month.

Li Rui was already tired of accompanying her to the mailroom. He just left her and went to the playground with other girls to watch the boys play basketball.

Song Pan'er didn't have much hope today. She found her class's letter bag on the wall and casually reached in and touched it.

Hey, there's a letter in there today.

The first letter was from the monitor of her class. The sender, Song Pan'er, also knew Xiao Fei, who had participated in the competition together.

Song Pan'er put it in her school uniform pocket, thinking that she would take it back to Yan Bin later.

I couldn't wait to read the second letter. It was written by Yan Bin, his deskmate in elementary school, and Song Pan'er also knew it. Also put it in his pocket.

The third letter, why was it still from Yan Bin, Song Paner threw it directly back into the letter bag.

There were only the last two letters left. Song Pan'er closed her eyes and bowed, muttering something in her mouth: "The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, bless the believing girl Song Pan'er. It must be my reply." '

When I opened my eyes and saw, haha, it was really my own.

However, it was a letter from Teacher Bai Yuanyuan. It should be the reply to the letter he wrote to her on Teacher's Day a few days ago. Song Pan'er put it in her pocket and read it carefully when she got back.

It was the last letter. Song Paner bowed to the Bodhisattva again and then turned the envelope over.

Alas! It's your own.

Song Paner looked at the sender in the lower right corner.

"Jinshi Youth Magazine Novel Monthly Editor Zhou Wen (sent)"

"Ahahahaha~"

The old man sitting at the door of the mailroom saw a pretty little girl with a ponytail, stroking her calves and stamping her feet a few times.

Then, like the eunuchs who promulgated imperial edicts in ancient times, they held a letter in both hands and ran away laughing.

"Hey? Uh-huh~ Yadan'er, don't run away, come here and register."

The uncle was so anxious that he drank the tea leaves in his mouth, put down the teapot, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot!"

Song Pan'er ran back quickly, went into the bag, took out Yan Bin's letter that she had just thrown in, registered the class name and received the letter information, and skipped away.

"This child! She should have asked her to compensate me for the tea just now, but she spilled all the tea..."

The uncle wiped the tea on the table and muttered.

Just now, because he was in a hurry to chase Song Pan'er, the teapot was too heavy, spilling tea all over the table.

Song Pan'er ran all the way out and sat on the edge of the flower bed, feeling suddenly nervous.

This letter may not necessarily be good news. What if it is a rejection?

However, if the manuscript is rejected, a manuscript as thick as mine should be sent back together. The envelope cannot be so thin.

Song Pan'er carefully opened the glue seal bit by bit.

"Hello Song Pan'er, thank you very much for your submission. The first part of your "Puppy Returns Home" has been included by our publisher. After preliminary review and revision, it will be published in our magazine's "Wonderful Series" at the end of October Read' section, please pay attention then.

Regarding manuscript fees, our company’s payment standard for full-length novels is 40 yuan per 1,000 words. Since the content of your novel is very outstanding, I specially applied for a price of 45 yuan per 1,000 words, and it has been approved.

Confirm your mailing address again: Jinshi Railway Middle School***

If your address changes, please inform us by letter before October 10th.

Note: Please confirm the receiving address carefully. The royalties will be issued on October 10 and mailed to this address.

Editor in charge: Zhou Wen"

After reading the entire letter, Song Paner's grin grew wider and wider, her smile brighter than the sun in the sky.

The students passing by only felt that the flowers in the flower bed seemed more colorful.

Many years later, when a photo of a beautiful woman holding milk tea went viral on the Internet, these students all recalled this scene they had seen when they were students.

The bright smiling face beside the flower bed that afternoon.

Song Pan'er carefully put away the letter and returned to the classroom happily.

The golden autumn month of October is truly worthy of its reputation and full of harvests!

On the weekend, Song Pan'er was still very happy. She put on her schoolbag and took the car home with Yan Bin.

"I'm getting off the bus. Which bus will you take back to school tomorrow?"

Yan Bin put his schoolbag on his back and stood up holding on to the armrest. He was almost there.

"The first train tomorrow happens to be with my grandma."

Before the car stopped, the conductor opened the door.

"Oh, then I'll take the last bus of the night, and I won't go back to school with you later. I'm getting off the bus, bye!"

While Yan Bin was talking, he moved toward the car door. As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the car.

"You're on vacation? Are you going home again?"

After Yan Bin got off the car, Qian Fang sat on the seat where he had been and came over to chat with Song Pan'er.

"Well, let's go home. Has Sister Fang had breakfast? I have something to eat."

Song Pan'er took out two pieces of cake from her schoolbag, bought them for Granny Qian, wrapped them in toilet paper, and handed them to Qian Fang.

"I really haven't eaten yet, I'm starving to death!"

Qian Fang took it and started eating it without any courtesy.

"You've been following the car for a long time, and it's no good if you never get breakfast!"

"You're fooling me! Sometimes I bring two boiled eggs in the car."

......

After a few miles, we arrived at Huaishu Village in a blink of an eye.

After getting out of the car, Song Pan'er walked quickly towards home with her schoolbag on her back.

There are always a few people sitting under the big locust tree in the village. They started talking about anyone who passed by.

"Hey, isn't that the girl from the Song family? I heard she's already in junior high school."

"No, it's great to study. My Yang Xue's next class will go to middle school in the city."

"You said such a good child, why did the old Song family sell it?"

"What else could it be? I want a son! The conditions of the old Song family were one of the best in our village. Do you want a person to carry on the family line?"

"That's right, the village chief can't make as much money as Song Zhigang. Firecrackers are a technical job, and the wages are quite high."

"It's a pity that it's over now. I heard that I can't even pay the monthly rent for the phone, so it's all cut off."

"If you have wealth but no children, your wealth will be ruined if you have children!"

"Old Mrs. Qian is getting better and better. I passed by yesterday and their yard was paved with cement. Oh my God, I have never seen such a tidy yard."

"I heard they even pulled the phone line, but I don't know where the money came from?"

......

Song Pan'er didn't know about the discussion under the locust tree.

The closer to New Beijing Ping on the edge of the Hetao, the faster Song Pan'er's footsteps became.