The return of the national teacher warp speed

For a while, Chu Xiang couldn’t figure out why he was called Chu Xiang in both worlds—isn’t this generally a routine in cross-traveling online texts—because another world or a character in the book happened to have the same name as himself, Then I accidentally died by accident, so I passed through it in a whizzing way.

Later, Chu Xiang suddenly remembered why he was called Chu Xiang in both worlds. When he was about one and a half years old, after his vocal cords and oral cavity developed enough to utter complete words and sentences clearly, the first sentence he said was neither father nor father. It's not my mother, let alone the name of the cat or dog at home, it's—"My name is Chu Xiang".

Then, when his new-century parents heard it, oh, this is a genius, he named himself a name, it sounds pretty good, let's change it to this for him!

Is that the soul's unconscious nostalgia for its hometown?

Chu Xiang was "killed" before the Spring Banquet. In addition to the Spring Banquet held by the nobles, these self-proclaimed elegant literati also had their own private gatherings, such as the famous Thousand Carp Pond. Scholars and celebrities love to feed the fish and drink here, until Chu Xiang was a little drunk, standing alone by the lake watching the fish, suddenly someone picked up his collar from behind him and threw him into the lake—— That lake has guardrails, and Chu Xiang is 100% sure that he did not slip. The guardrails are below his chest, and if he wants to fall, he needs someone behind him to lift him up.

Back then, Chu Xiang didn't know why he was thrown into the lake to feed the fish, but he didn't have time to think carefully, and even more exaggerated things happened.

He opened his eyes and saw a strange world. He opened his mouth and subconsciously called out, and the newborn baby cried loudly. An impatient man waiting beside heard this and almost reached out to snatch the baby from the nurse's arms.

It's a whole different world.

The little Chu Xiang was lying on the crib, looking around with his big eyes blinking—after he realized that no matter what he said, he would cry meaninglessly because he was too small and his vocal cords were underdeveloped. Mouth, and making sounds is really tiring—for a newborn baby.The room is spacious and bright, the sun shines in through the windows, and the shape of clouds can be seen on the ceiling. Chu Xiang was astonished. In the world he was familiar with, there was no such bright and tidy large room, because the rooms of the nobles were clean, but not There may not be luxurious decorations, but common people's homes are simple, but generally full of dust and fire.

At regular intervals, some men and women in white coats come in and out, breastfeed him, feed him water, change dirty clothes, and he will be taken to be hugged by the man who almost snatched the child from the nurse. Chu Xiang deduced with difficulty that this was his mother.

Parents in the new world hold a small, quiet child like a treasure. If Chu Xiang can understand the language of this world now, he will hear his father announce loudly: "I want to write a book for him. Poetry, I want to sing praises to this pure and beautiful life!"

... Bah, the grown-up Chu Xiang, like any local rebellious boy, complained about his father's too sour modern poetry.

His father is a poet, and his mother is a keyboard player in a rock band. More than half of his father's poems describe his mother's performance, but when Chu Xiang is four or five years old, he will no longer be unable to control himself in public. After the physical condition, his father carried him to a mother's concert... How should I put it, just as long as you are happy.

Chu Xiang covered her ears in pain, and regained her sense of near-death fear. His mother's heavy metal rock is really a kind of mental attack. All kinds of cheering young people in the audience, with thick black eyeliner and deep purple lips, A row of rings can be worn on the nose, and big fangs of at least two centimeters hang from the ears. His mother is wearing a hot leather short skirt on the stage, stepping on ten centimeter high heels, jumping and playing the piano like stepping on a switch.

——The art in this world is terrible! ! !

"Your mother is the most vigorous flame in my life! She burns, she is about to burn me, and I feel an incomparable roast in my heart—"

Chu Xiang turned around expressionlessly, and locked the poet immersed in the art world back to his study, preventing him from poisoning the only normal person in the family.

...Wait, Chu Xiang paused for closing the door, and ran to squat with the sweeping robot in a moment of dejection.

"I'm from 'time travel', to be honest, I'm the most abnormal, right?" He poked the robot as he spoke.

The sweeping robot raised the antenna and acted cutely: "Dear little master, where do you need Mengmeng to clean for you?"

This is Chu Xiang's home in the New World, a bright and warm home, a pair of parents who engage in alternative arts—yes, Chu Xiang has a more comprehensive understanding of the world after he was a teenager, and finally realized that even in New World The world, his mother of hot evening queens and father of sour poetry and love songs, is not the mainstream of popular art.

However, perhaps because he died once, Chu Xiang has a very quick acceptance of surrounding things. He is full of enthusiasm and explores all kinds of strange things everywhere. For example, when he was a baby, he was startled by an aircraft flying over his head. Datiao, when he was four or five years old, he was able to hold a wrench, so he couldn't bear it anymore, so he led the robot vacuum at home to the garage to dismantle the speeding car his father had just bought.

After dismantling, I was a little guilty, and tried to put it back together, but unfortunately there were several extra parts.

The consequences were disastrous. His father, a poet, became very enthusiastic on the spot, and enthusiastically praised his son's curiosity in exploring the world and learning mechanical science, claiming that "a young child exudes ignorant and fearless curiosity in his dreamy little world. His first confrontation with the world", Chu Xiang's teeth chattered so much, his father even wrote a prose poem and published it on the Internet, Chu Xiang now doesn't know the mentality of those people who praised him.

The next day, there were a lot of mechanical theory books on children's popular science by Chu Xiang's bedside.

So much so that later, Captain Chu of the Starfleet also had quite deep insights into mechanical theory and dynamics. Besides being an excellent commander, he even holds a bachelor's degree in Warp Dynamics Engineering from the Starfleet Academy. I really thank him for writing The father of sour poetry, and he will always remember and deeply cherish the expensive, high-performance, cool-looking private speeding car that was scrapped in his garage.

The young Chu Xiang has endless vitality—whoever dies once will not live in peace and wait for death, right?What's more, he found that there are things in this world that he can't describe. At first, Chu Xiang didn't understand what it was like. He read history books in the library, the process of civilization evolution, and political philosophy theories. There is a huge difference between the two worlds at the theoretical level, but for a person who really lives in these two worlds, a living person, his psychology has emotions that are far from being described by theory.

If I had to say it, every time I dreamed back at midnight, I would feel the tip of my nose sore and my heart agitated.

He sat in the middle school class, and professors from various famous colleges and departments stood on the stage, happily preaching about his major, trying to attract more young people to enter this field, and the tutor often cares about what the students like , What do you want to do in the future, the dazzling array of options made Chu Xiang dizzy, but the local teenagers around him were not unusual, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

They never have to live a life where the world forces them to have no choice.

So Chu Xiang quietly wiped away her tears, and happily dropped all her liberal arts courses.

——Just kidding, I used to make a living by reciting poems and composing Fu, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and finally people threw them into the pond to feed the fish. Even if it didn't have any psychological shadow on literature, at least it was really boring!

He is not the only one who failed the liberal arts course in the school. It cannot be said that he failed the course, because the high school course is not counted as a failure, but the teacher will still talk to you.He saw another young warrior standing in the teacher's office, who had no regrets than Chu Xiang.

"As soon as I hear poetry, I get a headache. Really, I can't help hitting the wall when I have a headache. This is self-harm. I think it's very serious. In order to protect myself, I must stay away from things that make me sad."

This warrior who hangs more than Chu Xiang said this. Apart from being unqualified in liberal arts courses, this warrior is even worse in art courses. His art teacher saw him as if he was facing a big enemy, while the school's music teacher complained that this guy had already smashed The fifth practice guqin is broken.

Taking advantage of the dean going out to pour water for them, the two warriors shook hands cordially and friendly.

"Hi, I'm Chu Xiang."

"Han Yi." Zhen Warrior stretched out his hand, "I know you, are you the No.1 one in this year's robot competition?"

"It's me, you... oh, you represent the school in the martial arts competition, right? I think you should be the first, but the judges say you are too aggressive and not popular enough? Funny!"

The revolutionary friendship was quickly established, and Han Yi said: "Right, it's just funny, I mean, why don't we dance instead of fighting if we don't want to be aggressive?!"

In the next three years, the two fighters went to the end, Chu Xiang thought he was better than Han Yi, at least with his artistic skills in another world, he didn't pass the music class!Although it's true that he hasn't played the piano for more than ten years... They spend most of their time in the laboratory, and the school laboratory has almost become their private studio.

Every time Han Yi was arrested for a conversation, he would make Xizi hold his heart like this: "My parents are both serving in Starfleet. Taking care of my godmother's younger brothers and sisters every day, I really don't have the energy to continue doing poetry appreciation..."

And then...then it got into trouble by accident. The inspector from the Minors Rights Protection Department came to investigate the child abuse incident by Han Yi's adoptive mother. I have been enjoying music for a whole week, and when I come out, I will tremble when I hear the ringtone of my mobile phone.

So after a long time, the two captains chatted about the past while drinking in their spare time, and Chu Xiang couldn't help asking: "You are so afraid of music appreciation, why did you find a musician as your boyfriend?"

Captain Han replied deeply: "This is fate." After speaking, he took out the audio of his boyfriend's performance and listened to it.

Chu Xiang was ignorant and self-reliant as a flag: "Tsk, I have nothing to be afraid of. The only thing I hate is probably the emperor. Anyway, there is no emperor in modern society."