Rebirth in the 1980s: Xiaoxiao's road to becoming a top student

After taking a look at the classroom environment, Yan Xiaoxiao walked to the last row and randomly chose an empty seat to sit down.

All the faces are so unfamiliar. My classmates from my previous life are already in the third year of junior high school.

There was only one junior high school in the town, and children from all over the country went there. As far as Yan Xiaoxiao knew, there were twelve classes in their year, with sixty to seventy students in each class. Except for Class 1 and Class 2, which were so-called fast classes, the rest were ordinary classes.

To be honest, Yan Xiaoxiao did not have time to take the graduation examination. She was able to enter the fast-track class of this junior high school because of the strong recommendation of the primary school principal.

This also became another motivation for Yan Xiaoxiao to study. She wanted to regain face for the old principal and herself.

After the class, we received new textbooks. The head teacher said a few words and then the class officially began. There was no opening ceremony at all. It was very neat and quick.

Yan Xiaoxiao was dazed for a moment while sitting in the classroom, but she quickly collected her thoughts and listened to the class attentively.

Although the content was extremely familiar, she listened very carefully. It was ten years ago that she sat in the classroom and listened to lectures like this.

At the end of the day, Yan Xiaoxiao discovered that the teachers who taught them were still the same teachers from their previous lives.

There are only a few good teachers in the town’s middle school, so of course they should be arranged in the fast-track class.

Her favorite history teacher was still teaching them. He was a little bald old man, chubby and very cute. He taught freely and could draw cartoons, which were very vivid with just a few strokes.

Yan Xiaoxiao was extremely envious in her previous life.

At that time, there were no conditions to learn extracurricular things, and people with special talents were very enviable.

This is also the reason why we always force our children to attend extracurricular classes after we have them. We don’t want them to have regrets like we do when they grow up.

But the child did not understand, and Yan Xiaoxiao was not a strong person, so she just followed the child's wishes. In the end, her husband blamed her for not being able to manage the child well.

I don’t want to think about it anymore. I can’t think about it anymore. If I think about it, I will feel wronged and angry.

Yan Xiaoxiao was very clear that her mentality was not right. In the days after her master left, she would always think of things from her past life, and all kinds of emotions would follow. But when facing reality, there were very few things that could cause her emotions to fluctuate.

She couldn't think of a good solution, so she tried her best to restrain herself and remind herself all the time that she was reborn and started over.

After school, Yan Xiaoxiao rode her bicycle back home. Her friends from her previous life seemed like strangers to her in this life, and she didn’t want to join them anymore.

She was thinking about taking the high school entrance exam next year with her classmates from her previous life, but she wondered if the school would agree.

After returning home, Yan Xiaoxiao moved a stool to the yard, then took a small stool and sat on it, then she lay on the stool and started doing her homework.

Ten years is a long time, so long that Yan Xiaoxiao didn’t get to see her grandmother for the last time. This is the regret of her life.

Master said, a life with gains and losses is perfect!

Yan Xiaoxiao felt that life was helpless. No matter how capable you are, you will always have regrets. She was trying to make up for the regrets of her previous life, but now she had new regrets.

When she was almost done, Auntie Wu came over and asked, "Xiaoxiao, have you finished your homework?"

"Fifth Aunt, finish it right away!" Yan Xiaoxiao had a complicated expression. If she had to say which subject she was most worried about, it would be English. It was simply a nightmare.

If I hadn’t had the experience of tutoring children with their homework in my previous life, I probably wouldn’t even have the courage to start studying again.

Auntie Wu took out a tape recorder from her bag. It was the size of a palm and played tapes. She took out five more tapes.

Pointing to the label on it, he said, "These three discs are to go with the textbook. When you have time, listen and speak more. Don't be afraid. English is a language. You will learn it faster if you use it."

Yan Xiaoxiao nodded mechanically and silently glanced at the repeaters and mobile phones in the space with her spiritual sense.

"These two discs are blank. You can record the text you read aloud and listen to whether your pronunciation is correct."

Yan Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously. Fifth Auntie was so thoughtful. What should she do if she didn’t learn well and felt sorry for her?

Nowadays, children start learning English in the first grade of junior high school. Yan Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and thought, just learn it. As long as you don’t die from learning, you’ll learn it to death!

She just doesn't believe that she won't be able to learn it well!

The next day, Yan Xiaoxiao got up at five o'clock again, went to the small courtyard to finish her daily homework, came to her master's grave, took out her English textbook and tape recorder and started playing, listening and reading aloud.

Don't stop until you feel the time is almost up.

"How is your master? Is your disciple treating you well? Last time you saw that foreigner named Jack, you wanted to chat with him, but it was a pity that you didn't know English. Now come and learn with me!

Let's work together as master and disciple to get it in the shortest possible time!"

Yan Xiaoxiao made a cheering gesture and stood up to leave.

The moment she turned around, there seemed to be a wisp of green smoke floating above the grave.

If Yan Xiaoxiao saw her, she would know that she had made her master so angry that he was fuming. Unfortunately, she didn't see it, so she finished her meal with peace of mind and went to school.

After that, he went to his master's grave every day to learn English, under the pretext of letting his master learn along with him.

Seeing that the master was quiet and had no objection, she became even more aggressive, not knowing that the master had objected the first time, but she just didn't know it.

Finally, he took out the speakers he bought in Hong Kong, and when he got tired of listening to English, he played music. The volume was so deafening that it almost shook his master out of his grave.

It’s no secret that the effect of listening to it every day is very good. Yan Xiaoxiao can feel her rapid progress.

When she was happily thinking that she must persevere, she dreamed for seven days in a row that her master scolded her for disturbing her sleep!

Yan Xiaoxiao was always awakened by her master's ugly face. She didn't know if it was because she was subconsciously worried about disturbing her master that she had the dream continuously.

She clearly remembered her master telling her that when a person dies, it is like a light going out, and nothing will be left behind.

Could it be that Master is still conscious and remains in this world?

It is quite rare to dream about being scolded for seven consecutive days.

So, Yan Xiaoxiao decided to keep trying!

She was afraid that she would not be able to remember what her master looked like after a long time, so the more times she could see him the better.

No matter if it was a dream or not, no matter if she would be scolded or woken up by fright or not, she just hoped not to forget her master!

Yan Xiaoxiao did not restrain herself at all and continued to study English at her master's grave every day.

But she never dreamed of her master again and was very disappointed.

Time quickly came to the midterm exam.

This was their first major exam in the first year of junior high school, and the school took it very seriously. They took them to the playground, and placed them one meter apart from each other. They wrote on benches, sitting on small stools or mats that the school had asked them to bring in advance.

The exam lasted for three days before it ended.

I have to be thankful that the weather is still relatively warm now. If it were the end of the semester and it was freezing and snowy, I wonder how the school would arrange it. It’s probably still worth looking forward to.