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

On Sunday morning, after breakfast, Song Pan'er and Mrs. Qian went to set up a stall while the other went back to school. They happened to take a bus to the city together.

Mrs. Song carried out a special, super hemp silk bag from the old house. Song Pan'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why is this old lady so hard to think about?

"Milk, you..."

Just when Song Pan'er opened her mouth to persuade, she saw Mrs. Qian put down the big bag with a fierce look, as if to say: If you dare to open your mouth, I will scold you.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. I'll go back and see if there is any free, free place in my school. Let you stay for a month first. When the house comes down next month, we will have a place to put it."

Song Paner raised the white flag and surrendered.

It was early in the morning, and she didn't want to mess with this old lady.

Mrs. Qian turned her anger into a smile, and her face changed so quickly.

"In that case, just ask. No one knows this person. The school shouldn't let us go in vain."

Mrs. Qian carried the big bag on her back, and Song Pan'er supported her from behind. The grandma and grandson walked towards the road.

......

"Hey! Look, that five-guarantee household is carrying a big bag. I don't know what she's selling. How can she make so much money? She's building a house and installing a phone."

Early this morning, two old ladies gathered under the big locust tree.

Mrs. Qian was not familiar with her, and Song Pan'er didn't know her either, so they walked over as usual.

The two of them had just crossed each other when such a gossip came from behind them.

Neither the grandfather nor the grandson cared about it, and just walked away without paying any attention to it.

When they arrived in the city, Song Paner accompanied her and set up a stall for a while.

Today's business was not very good. Mrs. Qian was afraid that her granddaughter would be annoyed by it, so she urged her to go back to school to study.

Song Pan'er didn't object and obediently carried her schoolbag back to school.

Because there was a bug called Ren Mei in the library, Song Paner had to go to the classroom to study by herself.

There is no one in the class today, and none of the students who went home for the weekend have returned to school yet.

Song Paner took out "Puppy Returns Home 2" and started writing.

Once a person concentrates on something, time flies.

Song Paner's immersive creation was interrupted by hunger. I looked at the sky and saw that the sun was almost setting. Song Pan'er quickly packed up her notebook and ran to the cafeteria.

After eating in the cafeteria, I didn't go to the dormitory. I went back to the classroom and planned to memorize English again.

It’s really frustrating. If I can’t skip a grade, it must be English’s fault, Song Paner thought as she walked.

She wants to go directly to the second grade of junior high school next semester, but English seems to be a stumbling block.

The English in the second grade of junior high school is no longer just "good morning teacher", but various clauses and tenses have been added.

Regarding Chinese, Song Pan'er can write wonderfully, but in this foreign language, Song Pan'er is really powerless by relying on self-study alone.

As for skipping a grade, we can only do our best and let fate dictate.

Song Pan'er took out the Walkman she brought from home and listened to the English tape, imitating her good pronunciation and reading along.

It was getting dark, and people came into the classroom in twos and threes.

What makes people feel good is that Ding Min's face is swollen today.

When Ding Min first entered the classroom, Song Pan'er hadn't seen him yet. She only noticed it when Ding Min wrote the times for the monthly exams on the blackboard.

Ding Min's original face, although it looked a bit harsh, was pretty good-looking.

But now, the left side of her face was red and swollen, bigger than the right side, and her eyes were squeezed in. Coupled with her look of a frustrated little daughter-in-law, it was really funny.

Song Paner did laugh. It’s not up to her to do this, she really can’t help it!

Ding Min just got home yesterday and was beaten without even putting down her schoolbag.

After all, her father discovered that she stole the family's money.

She wasn't even given a chance to explain. Yesterday, when she opened the door and entered the house, her father came up and slapped her. Not only was her face swollen, but her ears were also buzzing.

If Ren Mei hadn't said that the class teacher of Class 2 would decide whether to admit her or not based on her test scores, she would have had to take leave these days.

Despite the mocking looks of his classmates, Ding Min lowered his head and quickly walked off the stage.

I thought to myself that I must take the exam well this time and try to transfer to Class 2 as soon as possible. I can't stay in this class for a day.

Fortunately, Ding Min did well in this monthly exam.

Two days after finishing the exam, she was transferred to the second class.

The first stage exam at the beginning of school ended amidst the wails of the students.

The results came out very quickly. The day after the test, the report cards were posted on the blackboard of each class.

Song Paner did very well in the exam. Except for English, she ranked first in all other subjects.

Yan Bin is different. He only takes the first place, which is the last place in English. The scores in other subjects were also mixed, ranging from high to low.

When the results were first posted, Yan Bin held up the blackboard and looked back and forth several times. He couldn't believe that he had gotten the result. He was once a famous academic!

Song Pan'er patted him on the shoulder and reminded him kindly: "Go home and hide the feather duster."

Yan Bin was only sad for a short while. He also knew that in the first month of school, he slept in class, played ball after class, and did not read a book properly. The result he got was indeed unfair.

Let’s fight again next time! A hero cannot be judged by one performance, Yan Bin is very tolerant.

"You read English every day, why isn't English number one?"

Yan Bin pinched the back of Song Pan'er's neck with his fingers and lifted her off the podium.

Song Pan'er rolled her eyes and really didn't want to pay attention to him. You are the last person in English and you still laugh at me?

"It's really annoying if you don't open the pot or pick up the pot."

......

Yan Bin's grades and Song Pan'er's position have undergone major changes in the class. Everyone else's grades are about the same as the ones they entered, so their mood is quite stable.

The first monthly exam ended with the teacher lecturing on papers. Good or bad results became a thing of the past.

In the next sports meeting, the rest of the monthly exams were taken care of in minutes, and the last bit of tension was wiped away.

Every year at the end of September, Railway Middle School holds a grand autumn sports meeting.

Several days in advance, the physical education teachers have already started planning the venues for various competitions on the playground.

A lime line is drawn here, which is the starting line for the standing long jump.

There is a bamboo pole over there, which is used in the high jump event.

For shot put throwing, running, etc., all venues must be prepared.

Finally, a few rows of small flags are placed to enhance the atmosphere of the game.