Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Classes resumed as normal in the afternoon.

The math teacher was an academic old man with glasses made from the bottom of a beer bottle. His surname was Gu. After introducing himself briefly, he started teaching, leaving everyone confused as they opened their textbooks.

Teacher Gu should be approaching retirement age, but he still speaks with cadence and vigor. He lectures at a very fast pace, and after he finished, he saw that more than half of the students were at a loss, mumbling a few words, and their eyes revealed disgust, but he still slowed down the pace and repeated the lecture again.

Ji Shumiao had learned high school courses in advance, and he could see that Mr. Gu only talked about the core knowledge points. Not only was the pace of his lectures fast, but some of the problem-solving methods and formulas he used were beyond the syllabus, at least not what they should be learned in junior high school.

After one math class, more than half of the students' heads were about to explode, and they nicknamed Teacher Gu Nanfu - one class is better than six.

"It's so powerful. My god, I finished this unit in one class."

"I said it twice."

"I don't care. If I hadn't taken the bridging class, I probably wouldn't have understood a thing."

Qiao Zhengxin, a smart phone user, answered everyone's questions: "I heard that this teacher Gu was originally teaching the competition group, but he had a quarrel with the principal over the quota for the competition, and then he left the competition group in anger and came to teach us."

"Wow, this is the God descending to earth to save all living beings."

Some students wailed: "But mortals like us can't afford it——"

If the math teacher is a god-like figure that everyone looks up to, then the English teacher is... an outer disciple from a small, second-rate immortal cultivation sect who loves to brag - this is what the study committee member said - he learned bilingual skills since elementary school and has lived in the UK with his parents for eight years.

The English teacher was Yang Lina, a good-looking young woman in her twenties who dressed in a way that was too refined to the point of being rustic. However, her round oval face and thin lips looked a bit odd and did not quite match. When she spoke, her exceptionally thin lips always easily attracted people's attention.

A bit mean.

This was Ji Shumiao's first impression of the teacher, even though she spoke in a gentle and soft manner like a little bee and tried hard to force a kind smile.

In this English class, everyone was listening to the teacher talk about her experience studying abroad. After she spoke a few paragraphs in English with great confidence, Ji Shumiao couldn't help but covered her mouth and chuckled.

Not only her, several students in the class have been learning bilingual since kindergarten and have experience living abroad. They immediately realized that this teacher was a half-baked one. Not only did she speak with an accent, but she also made several grammatical errors.

Children of this age do not know how to hide their emotions. Several of them had their mouths turned downwards, with contempt and disdainful ridicule in their eyes.

Yang Lina's face turned pale, and she pretended to be calm and finished the lesson.

As soon as the bell rang, Yang Lina walked out of the classroom quickly.

"Where did this half-full bucket of water come from?"

"It's so funny. You used the wrong singular and plural nouns."

"Not all people who have studied abroad are talented. There are many fake universities abroad."

"How did you get into the affiliated middle school to be a teacher with this level of ability?"

"Qiao Zhengxin, who is that person related to?"

Qiao Zhengxin scratched his head: "I don't know either. Give me some time and I will find out for sure."

"The next class is physical education. Can someone go and ask if it's in the classroom or on the playground?"

"I'm going, I'm going!"

When it comes to gathering information, Qiao Zhengxin is the most active.

After a while, Qiao Zhengxin came back with a sad face. Everyone guessed the result from his expression and sat back down complaining.

"Teacher Wang told us to stay in the classroom..." Qiao Zhengxin hesitated, then his expression changed in an instant, and he said excitedly, "Because the physical education teacher said he was afraid that we wouldn't be able to find a place, so he will take us to the playground later!"

"Oh ho~"

"Go, go, go, change your clothes!"

"Wait for me!"

We didn't do much in the physical education class. The physical education teacher selected a physical education committee member, registered the sports that each student was good at, and then let everyone move freely.

Ji Shumiao took the tennis racket and walked to the tennis court with his friends in high spirits. He held the racket in his hand like a holy sword of light, and repeated rhythmically: "oi~oi~ Exercise, work hard! Slap, only then will it be powerful! oioioi~~"

The school's tennis court is next to the basketball court. Through the green-painted wire fence, Ji Shumiao saw Lang Ge playing basketball at a glance.

"I'm going to call grandma!" Ji Shumiao patted the wire fence with a tennis racket, "You took off the bandages and came to play basketball!"

His family didn't let Ji Shulang remove the bandages and splints. Worrying that his bones were not strong enough was secondary. The most important thing was that they knew that he would never treat himself as a wounded person unless he put on the bandages.

The clear, crisp and sweet girl's voice attracted everyone's attention. Zhou Hui and Luo Yixian were also there, and they all looked over. Ji Shulang sighed slightly, threw the basketball in his hand to Zhou Hui, and walked towards her: "I don't want to play anymore, okay? You little snitch."

Luo Yixian also came over, and Dazhu asked happily: "Brother, are you also taking physical education classes?"

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Luo Yixuan poked Dazhu's forehead lovingly through the wire mesh.

Dazhu covered his forehead and laughed foolishly.

Ji Shumiao suddenly called out "brother" in a coquettish voice, as coquettishly as possible.

Ji Shulang took a step back as if facing a formidable enemy: "There is no brother-sister relationship without reason in the world. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything~" Ji Shumiao twisted her body in a pretentious manner, "It was just that a boy asked me not to leave after school. Brother~brother~what did he mean?"

Ji Shulang's eyes were subtle: "How did he bully you?"

Look, look, who says there is no brother-sister love without reason? Even if Brother Lang knew what kind of bad person she was, he would ask "How did he bully you", not "How did you provoke him".

Ji Shumiao chuckled: "He bumped his face into my palm twice."

"..." Ji Shulang's expression was indescribable. "Got it. I'll pick you up after school."

Ji Shumiao was finally satisfied. He turned around and shouted to his friends to keep going. He also turned back to warn Brother Lang, pointing at his own eyes and then at him: "I'm watching you! You are not allowed to play ball!"

"I know." Ji Shulang was helpless.

So, after school in the afternoon, Xiong Qixiong, with his newly recognized senior brother, blocked Ji Shumiao in the classroom. Then, he was blocked by Ji Shulang and a few "yellow sparrows".

When the leader, the "third brother", saw them, his spine instantly bent down, and he kept nodding and bowing: "Hello, Brother Hui, Brother Lang, Brother Xuan, what brings you here?"

Does this third-year junior high school student also have chuunibyou?

Zhou Hui smiled and said, "The one you are blocking is your brother Lang's sister."

Luo Yixian added: "And my brother."

Ji Shulang crossed his arms and looked down at "Brother Junior Three": "Why, are you the boss of the junior high school department now?"

As a result, "Brother Chusan" apologized repeatedly and finally fled with his younger brothers. On the way, he slapped the instigator Xiong Qi three times, which made Ji Shumiao's eyes shine - the slap was so loud, how did he do it?

"Why is he so afraid of you?" Ji Shumiao said with a disappointed tone, "I thought we were going to have a fight today."

"Stop adding fuel to the fire." Ji Shulang poked her forehead.

Luo Yixian smiled and said, "Because I have already fought with him."

Then Luo Yixuan narrated how Zhou Hui, starting from the first year of junior high school, had fought back from being a poor kid who was asked for protection money to becoming the leader of the affiliated high school, and had beaten up all the troublemakers in the junior high school with his fists. After Ji Shulang transferred in, the two of them teamed up to bring him down, and then together they dealt with several troublemakers in the high school department.

Ji Shumiao covered his face with his hands and exclaimed, "Wow~ "My brother is actually a school bully", and I didn't know anything about it? No! You are so powerful, but you were beaten and broken by a bastard at the skating rink?"

Ji Shulang glanced at her calmly and said, "Military advisors never go to the battlefield."

And he was caught off guard that time.

Luo Yixian exposed him mercilessly: "He is afraid that he will get hurt and it will be difficult to explain when he returns home."

Ji Shumiao looked annoyed: "I didn't see the scene, what a pity."

"Let's go home." Ji Shulang glanced at his watch, "Otherwise I'll be late for dinner."

"Then let's go eat hot pot!" Ji Shumiao snapped his fingers, "Celebrate the start of school."

Li Xiang, who stayed behind to watch the show, was a little surprised: "What's there to celebrate about the start of school?"

"It's not about whether it's worth it or not, it's just about whether you want to or not." Ji Shumiao pushed her out, "Let's go together, do you want to call home?"

Li thought: "Ah... no need, I can just send a text message to let you know."

"Everyone, hurry up and don't fall behind." Ji Shumiao called out, "Brother Lang, call the hot pot restaurant to reserve a private room, otherwise we won't be able to eat again."

"He really orders people around." Ji Shulang complained as he took out his cell phone.

Fortunately, their family had the foresight to change the car for the brother and sister, otherwise there would not be enough space for so many people.

Everyone in the car was calling home to report. Li Xiang looked down at the text message he had sent to the driver and put away his phone.