I'm dead again [quick time travel]

It's late April and the weather is already hot.

As soon as Qiao Jiu sat down on the table, the sports committee came over, holding a registration form in his hand: "Jiang Zhi, do you apply for the project?"

Qiao Jiu shook his head regretfully.

In the past, he would definitely go up without saying a word, but not now.

The original body hadn't exercised much, and he couldn't stop panting after walking a few more steps. He participated in it now, it was like dying.

The sports committee originally just asked casually, and didn't expect Qiao Jiu to participate. Seeing that Qiao Jiu refused, he was ready to ask the next person.

Zhou Wei came in at this time, her hair was still wet, and water was dripping from her forehead.

Qiao Jiu: "Why don't you blow dry?"

Zhou Wei stuffed his schoolbag into the seat roughly, smiled and said nothing.

Qiao Jiu: "It's easy to catch a cold."

A look of joy appeared in Zhou Wei's eyes: "I will definitely blow it next time."

Qiao Jiu looked at his short hair, thinking that it might be dried after two strokes.

In fact, Qiao Jiu didn't like to brush his hair very much before. Anyway, his hair is short, and it will dry after a while, but then someone always urges him...

Qiao Jiu was a little lost.

I don't know what happened to me in the real world.

Otto Mao, who was playing a game, took the time to pay attention to Qiao Jiu's emotions, and comforted him: "It's okay, time in the real world stops when we are doing tasks."

Qiao Jiu regained his energy: "So foreign?"

The sports committee who had gone far came back and handed the registration form in front of Zhou Wei: "Sign up for three events, you can't push it away."

Zhou Wei took a glance and filled in his name neatly.

Qiao Jiu looked over, one was 3000 meters, one was 400 meters, and the other was long jump.

The sports committee asked: "Not participating in the relay?"

"No," Zhou Wei leaned back in the chair, "That's all."

The sports committee is one of the few people in this class who can talk to Zhou Wei and the others.

There are more than forty nerds in a class, and the sports meeting is supported by Zhou Wei and his group.

Zhou Wei took out the steamed buns and soy milk from his schoolbag and handed them to Qiao Jiu. The sports committee saw it and smiled: "Jiang Zhi is really enjoying life."

Qiao Jiu grinned: "Eat?"

"Don't eat, don't eat," the sports committee said to Zhou Wei again: "I'm going to a meeting in the next class, and the registration form is here with you, and you will let them fill it in later."

Zhou Wei hummed.

Qiao Jiu buried his head in hard work and didn't pay attention to the way Zhou Wei looked at him.

The window was not closed, and a gust of wind blew the curtain onto Qiao Jiu's face, knocking down his last bun by the way.

Qiao Jiu:...

Zhou Wei smiled softly.

"Is it funny?"

"It's not funny," Zhou Wei said, "You have something on your face."

At this time, Qiao Jiu looked confused, with stuffed buns on his cheeks, Zhou Wei's throat felt itchy.

He stretched out his hand to reach Qiao Jiu's face, but the other party suddenly stood up and waved towards the door: "Xie Xu!"

Zhou Wei's face darkened.

But Qiao Jiu didn't pay attention to his expression, he casually pulled a piece of paper from Zhou Wei's desk to wipe his mouth, then patted the desk: "I'll go out for a while."

Zhou Wei got up and let him go out.

Qiao Jiu didn't fall asleep until midnight last night.

His dissatisfaction with the system was getting bigger and bigger, and every time the task was released at night, Qiao Jiu was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Xie Xu didn't seem to sleep well, his eyelids were drooping.

Qiao Jiu: "What's wrong?"

"Don't mention it," Xie Xu said, "Sun Jie listened to the song all night last night. I don't know what it is. It sounds weird..."

"You don't want to talk about it?"

"It's useless." Xie Xu took the book out of the bag: "I can't even listen to it, it's like a piece of wood."

"I remember he wasn't like this before?"

"I was pretty good before," Xie Xu shook his head.

Qiao Jiu said, "Have you communicated with the teacher?"

"Not yet, my mother said to go and see in two days."

Qiao Jiu nodded and chatted a few more words before returning to his seat.

Zhou Wei looked at Qiao Jiu's serious face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

He was talking to the system: "Is there a time limit?"

"No."

"Any hints?"

"No."

Qiao Jiu: "Then I won't be online today."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Altman turned around, tears appeared in the eyes of the two light bulbs: "Don't treat me like this..."

Qiao Jiu: How did you do it? ?

He reached into the surrounding table to get a piece of paper, but when he looked down, he saw a pack of cigarettes.

Opened, half smoked.

Qiao Jiu also smoked cigarettes in high school, so there is nothing surprising.

He just suddenly realized that he seemed to have never seen Zhou Wei smoking.

When Lu Yike and his group were puffing, he was never among them.

Zhou Wei turned around and followed Qiao Jiu's line of sight to see his cigarette, and quickly stuffed it back into the bag, and then closed the zipper to make sure it wouldn't fall out again.

There was a little panic on the face.

Qiao Jiu moved closer and smiled: "Do you smoke?"

Zhou Wei didn't know whether to answer, he knew that most good students would sneer at this kind of behavior, just like every time Lu Yike and the others smoked, the people in the class would always point and point secretly after seeing it.

He didn't know if the boy next to him was the same.

Qiao waited for a long time without waiting for an answer, so he turned around and went to do his homework after clicking his tongue.

Zhou Wei took a few deep breaths: "Come and sign up!"

His voice was not loud, but the classroom was very quiet, and everyone looked over after hearing this.

After a while, a group of people surrounded him.

Noisily signed up.

Lu Yike came over, pushed aside a boy who was talking to Zhou Wei, and sat on Zhou Wei's table: "Brother Wei, won't you run the relay this year?"

Without waiting for Zhou Wei to speak, he said again: "You don't dislike us, do you?"

Zhou Wei ignored him.

Qiao Jiu looked up, this man really can't speak.

"Look at what?"

Qiao Jiu: "Me?"

"Where are the girls?" Zhou Wei said suddenly, suppressing everyone's voices: "Is there no one to sign up?"

Qiao Jiu thought no one was there, but within a minute, a girl with a high ponytail came over to sign up.

She stood by Zhou Wei's table, talking to Zhou Wei in a soft voice.

Before leaving, he glared at Lu Yike.

Joe realized it for a long time.

It turns out that it is not Zhou Wei who is less popular, but Lu Yike.

He understands, after all, this person is really annoying.

Seeing Qiao Jiu looking at him again, Lu Yike gave Qiao Jiu a vicious look, and Qiao Jiu rolled his eyes at him.

Lu Yike wanted to return to his seat angrily.

In the next second, he bumped into someone else's table.

Qiao Jiu felt pain when he heard that voice.

The voice in the classroom suddenly stopped for a second, followed by bursts of laughter.

Looking at Lu Yike's distorted face, Qiao Jiu was overjoyed.

Zhou Wei's voice rang in his ears: "So happy?"

His voice was low and deep, which was Qiao Jiu's favorite type, and it was close to his ear, Qiao Jiu was like being electrified.

He pushed Zhou Wei away uncomfortably: "What are you doing?"

He could tell that Zhou Wei liked him.

Altman lazily: "So?"

"Stop playing games?"

"Rest, take a rest." The system smiled: "Do you want to be with him?"

"Why should I be with him?"

"He likes you."

"He likes me and I want to be with him?"

"Don't you like him?"

"do not like."

"But I think you like him."

"Do you know what liking is?"

The system was dissatisfied: "Why don't I understand?"

Qiao Jiu sneered: "Just like Wu Hai treated you?"

Wu Hai is known by the system in the game. He is very good to the system and takes good care of the system. When Qiao was away for a long time, he even took him to download the dungeon.

After pondering for a few days, the system felt that the other party liked him, so it confessed, and was blacklisted by the other party in the next second.

The unyielding Ultraman lowered his proud head.

Qiao Jiu patted Altman's head affectionately: "Hey, you never know what those stinky men are thinking."

"Speaking like you're not a man..."

"I'm a man," Qiao Jiu said on the game, "but I'm not a smelly man."

"You don't want to remind me?"

"Yes," Qiao Jiu said, "I'll talk about it later, brother will take you to the book now."

"Okay, okay!"

So the two internet-addicted teenagers played the game for another day, until they became dizzy.

I was still a little dizzy on the way home at night.

Qiao Jiu's face was full of pain: "It's really old!"

He walked towards home and chatted with the system: "Isn't this world simpler than the last one?"

"I think it's all pretty simple."

"Manman," Qiao Jiu said, "do you know everything?"

"what do you know?"

"About Sun Jie."

"I know, of course I know, didn't I tell you? I'm from God's perspective hahahahaha..."

The complacency in his tone wished Qiao Jiu could beat him up.

"Also," Altman said, "Don't call me Tongtong and don't call me Manman, I'm called Chuang Chuang, thank you!"

"You know what I'm still looking for? How boring?"

"I know but not you. This is your task and not mine."

"Then tell me..."

"Give up, I won't tell you!"

"I didn't ask you to tell me this," Qiao Jiu swallowed, and his voice was deep: "I mean, why did I come here to do these tasks?"

Altman, who was playing the game, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

There was a sound of breaking through the air not far away, Qiao Jiu raised his head, and a basketball came towards him.

It will hit him on the head in the next second.