Nonlinear Love

When he was in the middle of the second year of high school in his last life, the bad student Su Lian suddenly woke up and changed his mind. At that time, he used the most stupid way to improve his grades - madly brushing questions.

He has a good memory, and the questions he has done are almost unforgettable. When he sees the questions, he subconsciously writes down the steps and answers.

The teacher was still in shock, Su Lian had already hidden his merits and fame, and returned to his seat amid the crowd's discussion.

He was really absent-minded.

Thinking back over the past ten or so hours, I probably really couldn't deal with Chi Wang in this life. As soon as they meet, they die repeatedly, a large-scale embarrassing scene.

The details, I just don't want to face it.

Su Lian squeezed between his eyebrows with his left hand, and touched a hard lighter with his other hand in his pocket. He lowered his eyes and found out that it was the one that Chi Li had set on fire last night, and he didn't know when it fell into his pocket.

The flashing fire lingered in front of his eyes, and his subconscious wish made his heart a little shaken.

Just let Chi Li go on like this, and the ending is probably the same as the last time.

Although that person is a little stupid now, his nature is not bad, and in terms of beautification, he is kind and sincere.

According to the experience of the previous life, they were distant parallel lines before the age of twenty, and there was no jiāo set.

Maybe a little closer is needed to correct those messy bad habits.

For example, transfer.

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After having not experienced campus life for a long time, Su Lian was exhausted physically and mentally after the last class, feeling more tired than having two surgeries in a row.

He followed the crowd out of No. 8 Middle School, just in time for 807 to arrive at the stop, and habitually jumped on the bus. As soon as the door closed, I realized it was the way home.

"Drip - public card"

The balance displayed on the screen: 1.32 yuan, which is very shabby.

Su Lian pursed his lips, threw the public card into his schoolbag, and found a seat by the window to sit down.

Since he went to study in the imperial capital, he has never returned to the old town of Wucheng.

The scenery passed by the car window, stopped and went, and an hour later, it stopped on the edge of a dilapidated street.

807 stopped with a crunch, and a group of people got off the bus noisily.

Su Lian hooked his schoolbag on his back, jumped off his father, and walked up the winding stairs.

Several tables and chairs were put together in the yard next to them, and several uncles were sitting around playing chess, arguing for the outcome. A bunch of children were running around like crazy, a braid with horns slipped on the moss, and cried.

Noisy, but full of life.

Su Lian expressionlessly lifted the horn braid from the ground and patted his head twice to comfort him. Turn around and turn into the side alley, and go straight to the innermost room.

The walls were mottled and covered with colorful flyers. He raised his hand and tore off the small advertisements printed on women scratching their heads and posing, and crumpled them into a ball, then pushed the door in.

"You son of a bitch, you're back." The voice came from the back room, mixed with an uncontrollable cough.

Su Lian rolled his throat, gān in his eyes: "Dad, long time no see."

The name was hard to squeeze out of his throat, only to find that it was very unfamiliar.

He stood under the cracked door, and his 1.83-meter figure made this small place even narrower.

His eyes swept to Su Huasheng, who was wearing a tattered vest. He hadn't seen him for a few years, and he couldn't control his emotions for a while.

Su Huasheng glanced at him inexplicably, "Just a week, how long?"

"...Didn't go out today?" Su Lian sighed and changed the subject.

"Yesterday I ran orders until three in the morning, just got up."

Su Huasheng got up, took out a small cake from the refrigerator next to it and put it on the coffee table: "Besides, isn't today your birthday? I thought you came back in the middle of the night and didn't cook."

Su Liangān slammed "oh", and pressed his fingers hard, his fingertips turned white.

The cheap packaging bag on the cake was torn open, Su Huasheng put in a candle, and swept over from the corner of his eye: "What are you standing there stupidly?"

"You take a break, I'll cook." Su Lian threw his schoolbag on the low cabinet, rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, and bent down into the kitchen.

Su Huasheng glanced at him suspiciously, thinking that he might not have hit the evil one today.

I always feel that this son is not the same as usual, but what has changed, I can't tell.

Half an hour later, two dishes and one soup were quite decent.

Su Huasheng stared at the table and fell into deep thought again. His son was knocked out of his head when he went out. Has he enlightened?

He plucked up the courage to put a chopstick in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Is there any birthday gift you want? Let me state first, expensive ones can't be bought."

Su Lian paused for a few seconds and said slowly, "I want to transfer to class 6 of the third middle school."

He had heard from Chi Li's brothers before that they were the Three Musketeers of the Sixth Class. Their names were stupid, but they were impressive.

"You..." Su Huasheng frowned, because he was running around all year round, and there were several deep wrinkles in the middle of his forehead.

"It took a lot of effort to get you into No. 8 Middle School, and now what do you want to do?"

Su Lian silently scolded the bad things in the past, and felt a little guilty: "Just treat it as a birthday present."

Su Huasheng sneered: "You can get up with your broken grades when you transfer to the third middle school?"

"You believe me one last time...this time really is the last time."

Su Lian hasn't been a bad student for a long time, and his business is unfamiliar. The "last" three consecutive statements almost got stuck: "I will study hard this time."