Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

Xie Yao thought he heard it wrong, so he looked at the phone carefully and found that it was his mother's WeChat profile picture.

The phone doesn't feel right in the hand either.

He was lying on the desk, his legs were numb from sitting, and there were red marks on the pillow on his arms.

"Hey, Yaoyao, can you still hear—"

The room is his original room, his laptop and tablet are placed on the off-white desk, a tall bookshelf next to it is full, colorful magazines are randomly interspersed in it, and a few old movies are pasted on the wall poster.

Xie Yao's heart skipped two beats.

His nails dug into his fingertips fiercely, and he slowly let go until he left a dark mark.

The evening wind blows in through the slitted windows, carrying a trace of warmth, and the cicadas are screaming wildly one after another at the top of their throats.

"Hey, is your signal bad over there? Why can't I hear you?"

Xie Yao grabbed the phone and was about to say something, but a suffocating feeling of blankness filled his heart and blocked his throat.

After a long time, the other end thought he was disconnected, so he hung up the phone.

He is really back.

Many things stopped abruptly before they had time to develop, and they didn't even have time to draw a full stop.

He suddenly remembered that if he remembered correctly, the organization's number on the phone didn't seem to be empty, so he hurried to check the number.

It may be that after more than a year in another world, Xie Yao felt in a trance that it had been a long time. He thought it would take a while to find it, but in less than ten seconds, he saw a strange number .

He looked at the number, collected himself, and dialed it, but the line on the other side was still busy and could not be connected.

Xie Yao threw the phone aside, fell down on the bed, closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Yan Zhou should soon find out that he is not there, will he rush to find him?

Yes, I will definitely look for him like crazy.

You might even think he's a complete liar.

……

At this time, his mobile phone buzzed and vibrated, Xie Yao numbly fished it over and took a look, it turned out that it was a text message from the number that he didn't get through just now.

"Hi students, because the organization is experimenting with this teaching mode for the first time, there are certain defects, which caused most of the first batch of tasks to end in failure. The instructors seriously deviated from the script arrangement, and the organization has set a return time point to force the instructors to quit. Task."

"This number will not send you any more messages, you can delete the number, and you will not be asked to return the paid remuneration."

Xie Yao stared blankly for a while, then dialed two more calls, all of which were busy.

He suspects that all contacts in this organization are one-way, they can only come to find someone, and others cannot find them back.

He took a closer look and found that the number didn't even have a geographical identifier.

Xie Yao sarcastically said in his heart, it's really a bargain.In just one hour, he had a dream and earned 10 yuan, which is really a cheap deal.

But he wasn't happy at all, he was so disturbed that he didn't even dare to think about things over there, but he couldn't help thinking about it, thinking about it all the time.

Coming back very suddenly, Xie Yao didn't even leave anything that belonged there as a souvenir, including about that person.

He tore off the neckline, and the small bite bruise on the collarbone had disappeared long ago.

Memory is a nonsense thing, if there is no real thing, it will make people suspect that all this is just a dream.

After Xie Yao came back, his dreams for two consecutive nights were related to Yan Zhou. The first time was when he was on duty, and someone in the second part who passed by said that Yan Zhou was indifferent and not good at socializing, and he was just a showman who liked to pretend to be cool.

Although he knew it was just a dream, he still wanted to argue strongly.

His brother is really nice, if you don't see his kindness, it's either because you don't have a chance or you don't deserve it.

But before he could say that, the alarm clock rang.

On the second night, I dreamed of Yan Zhou when the second year of high school just started. The scene was a corridor next to the third class.

At that time, Yan Zhou buttoned his hat, deeply pressed his eyebrows and eyes, wore a black T-shirt, looked cold and kept strangers away, and when looking at people, he would lightly glance at the end of his eyes.

Xie Yao met him head-on in the corridor, Xie Yao was about to say hello, but Yan Zhou habitually pushed down the brim of his hat and passed him by.

When Yan Zhou passed by, Xie Yao couldn't calm down, and turned to look at Yan Zhou.

But he was the only one who turned back.

Yan Zhou didn't know him.

Didn't even give him a second glance.

After this dream last night, Xie Yao woke up with a start, his back was already wet with sweat, and his throat was dry and sore, as uncomfortable as if someone had strangled his throat severely.

After finishing the results, the monitor of their class proposed to hold a class reunion and have a breakup meal.The female squad leader said that the other classes had already gathered after the exams, and they should also get together.

It is estimated that the head teacher saw the news in the group, saying that he would also come to rub the students for a graduation meal.

Xie Yao was really not in the mood to go, but when he received the notice, he was very irritable. However, the group said that he had to celebrate and get the first prize. This time, there was a champion in my class, so I must commemorate it.

Xie Yao asked Liang Xiaodong if he would go. Yang Xiaodong said that his grandma had signed up for a sunset tour with him, and he had already boarded the tourist bus to Huangshan, so he couldn't make it.

After talking on the phone for a while, Yang Xiao suddenly noticed: "What's wrong with your voice? It sounds weak."

Xie Yao: "...Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest recently."

Yang Xiaodong expressed his understanding and said: "After the college entrance examination, let yourself go! You must stay up late every day to watch dramas!"

Xie Yao smiled wryly.

Yang Xiaodong: "I'll be back in a few days, and I'll invite you to dinner then, and I'll celebrate it for you!"

Xie Yao gave a absent-minded "hmm".

The place where the classmates reunited was not too far from their school. It was a fairly decent hotel. Xie Yao's family also lived nearby, so he could just walk there.

After the college entrance examination, the weather gradually turned hotter. It was rare and suddenly cooler today, and the sun was not too strong.

When he entered the restaurant, he was choked by the cold air blowing on his face, and rubbed his elbows, feeling a little cold.

The elevator sat on the fourth floor, and at the corner was the box reserved for the party, with the words "Crane Hall" in gold on the white background. When Xie Yao held the cold doorknob, he didn't hear the unique hustle and bustle of the party in the hall. voice, only a few voices.

It was quiet, as if no one had come yet.

Xie Yao looked at the time and found that he hadn't come early.He frowned, and then opened the door.

The hall is relatively large, with two round tables, separated by a delicate screen in the middle.

The people on the table are basically all seated, and there are nearly twenty people in the distance. They are either chatting quietly with neighbors, or playing with their phones with their heads down. The cold dishes have already been served, and they seem to be waiting for someone.

Xie Yao took a look, but didn't see their head teacher.

After he opened the door and came in, someone stood up at the table with many boys and shouted loudly: "Hey! Our champion is here! Hurry up and applaud!"

Hearing these words inexplicably made Xie Yao feel a little uncomfortable, his temples twitched slightly, and he looked at the boy who spoke.

It was a boy who was not familiar with him.

The high school he was in changed classes every year, so there were hard-working head teachers, and the classes flowed like water. Xie Yao changed classes before he was impressed with the students in each class.

In addition, their high school is rather strict, and the learning atmosphere is relatively tense and depressing. There are a few repeaters in each class. Everyone is basically immersed in studying hard and has no time to play, so Xie Yao can really play well. Only two or three.

Liang Xiaodong was in the same class as him, and the other two went to the liberal arts class. The chances of meeting him were rare, so we occasionally went to the cafeteria to eat and chat together.

Xie Yao really had relatively shallow feelings for their third class of high school. Even Liang Xiaodong, who was familiar with this class, thought this class was meaningless.

Everyone is competing openly and secretly for various opportunities, competitions, summer camps, and outstanding student representatives.Many people will secretly remember other people's grades, and they are very clear about each other's exam rankings.

Xie Yao remembers that once he seemed to want to comfort a person in the class after get off work. That person failed a chemistry test. Xie Yao said, "It's okay, I only got... points in the test last time", but the person retorted at that time : "Xue Shen, you didn't get this score last time."

Xie Yao was stunned at that moment, unable to speak for a long time.

In their class, if you sit firmly at the top of the list, the boys at the bottom of the ranking will call Xueshen, Dashen and so on every day. Once Yang Xiaodong broke into the top ten, they called him Yang Heima for nearly a week in a sour tone. , Yang potential stocks.

After that, he simply didn't bother to talk in class, and kept a low-key life with Yang Xiaodong every day, only interacting with a small number of people.

The boy who stood up and greeted him just now was one of them.

Xie Yao forced a smile and found a seat to sit down.After the boy finished speaking, he sat down and seemed to want to find something to talk about. In the end, everyone seemed to write the word "shengfen" on their faces.

A group of people waited quietly for a while until the head teacher arrived.After the head teacher came, they reluctantly followed up to chat, but basically they took turns talking about their possible target schools.

The homeroom teacher who did well in the exam would give a few compliments, and everyone who failed the exam would all know it vaguely.The head teacher sat next to Xie Yao, and praised him heavily, saying that he made his career complete.

The head teacher had something to do at home, so he was in a hurry to leave after eating, so a group of people stood up respectfully and neatly toasted the head teacher.

As soon as the others leave, the rest should chat and play with their mobile phones.

The boy from before stood up suddenly, and called out to Xie Yao who was sitting directly across the table from him: "Come on, I'll toast the number one scholar with a glass of wine, and when you go to Qingbei, don't forget our brothers in need ah!"

Xie Yao didn't bother to argue, frowned calmly, and took a sip of red wine.

After drinking, Xie Yao excused that relatives had come to the house, and left in a hurry.

He remembered that when he was in Mingcheng, the people in his class were so interesting and playful. They preferred to call him the class leader rather than the god of learning. , I also like to take him to be the first-line crowd to eat melons.

Eating and having dinner together is also very interesting, everyone is drunk and ugly, hiccups, no one dislikes anyone, and finally go back together shoulder to shoulder.

But his boyfriend didn't react at all after drinking, and his face didn't turn red, as if nothing happened.

Xie Yao walked slowly back along the outer wall of his school, and saw their playground as soon as he looked up.It may be because of the holiday, there was no one on the playground, but there were sporadic people practicing shooting on the basketball court, and the basketball hit the ground making scattered sounds.

He remembered Mingcheng's playground.

Unlike his school, it is difficult to see the field inside Mingcheng from outside the fence.

Because at this time, the fence should be covered with luxuriant roses, and the rose leaves will cast a thick green shade at the base of the wall.