He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

All the students in the classroom have run away, all kinds of textbooks and test papers are piled up on the desktop, the process of solving big physics problems is written on the blackboard with chalk, and the old fan emits a "cool" sound every time it turns. The sound, the heat wave makes people dizzy.

Zeng Yaosheng, female, sophomore in high school, 17 years old.The sunset on Friday was so beautiful that she decided to die.

At the height of the fifth floor, you can't save it with your head down.

Zeng Yaosheng leaned on the window and looked down—low bushes grew around the teaching building. When she jumped, she had to keep her initial speed as low as possible so that she would not fall into the tree.Although you have to die, you have to die nicely, don't let the branches hang on your face.

She tried to climb up the window.It's a bit funny to say, she's afraid of heights, her legs were already weak and trembling at the sight just now.Please don't get me wrong, this is just a natural physiological reaction, and it still can't stop her determination to commit suicide.

Zeng Yaosheng finally stood up.She squatted on her knees, leaning on the window frame with one hand, and carefully arranging the school uniform on her body with the other. Finally, she untied the hair tie and put it into a sassy ponytail again.

Forget it, why do I still have to wear a ponytail at the end?

She removed the headband again and put it on her wrist. She took a deep breath, and was about to kick her legs, jumping out of a graceful arc in the air like a diver, when suddenly an arm stretched out from her waist. Before she could react, Hold people down the window.

"Hey, you're blocking my view of the scenery." The voice behind him was a little hoarse, as if he was a little sick after a cold and cough for a day.

When Zeng Yaosheng touched the ground safely, before turning his head, he stammered and explained: "I, I, I... I just want to check the height of the floor and do a parabolic experiment!" She thought to go out this morning, The almanac says that everything is inappropriate, and it seems that it is really inappropriate, even suicide is not appropriate, so I have to find another auspicious day.

"……I see."

Zeng Yaosheng turned around slowly with a stiff neck, only to see that the new transfer student from yesterday was holding a milk popsicle in his hand, yawned with drooping eyelids, and then stuffed the popsicle into her hand: "I bought the wrong flavor , here you are, the uneaten ones."

He Xichen did have a fever, and his whole body was scalding hot. Who knew that he saw such an explosive scene just after he came back from the grocery store, so he didn't care to take a bite and save the person first.

"I did the parabolic experiment with a paper airplane a few days ago. Unfortunately, the wind was too strong and it didn't work. If you want to do the experiment next time, remember to call me. Oh, by the way, you are Zeng Yaosheng, right? My name is Lin Shen." He Xichen then closed all the windows, "The popsicle is about to melt, eat it quickly."

Zeng Yaosheng obediently took a bite, the freezing temperature instantly made her grin, and it took her a while to recover.

"This is your schoolbag?" He Xichen asked, pointing to an old red schoolbag on the ground.

"Yeah." Zeng Yaosheng nodded embarrassingly.

Without further ado, he put his shoulders on his shoulders and turned his head towards the little girl: "It's getting late, where is your home? I'll take you back."

"No! No!" Zeng Yaosheng wanted to grab his schoolbag, but He Xichen held it up high and said seriously, "Lead the way." Qing Lingling's eyes were black and white, full of expressions that could not be rejected.

The sunset glow falls on the bustling streets, rendering a bit of warmth in the noisy secular world.Walking from the commercial street to the quiet residential area, the street lights have been turned on, and the moths flap their wings to reflect confusing shadows under the lights.

Zeng Yaosheng walked cautiously on the inside of the road, occasionally raising his eyes awkwardly to look at He Xichen who was a head taller beside her.She tried her best to distance herself from him, for fear of being misunderstood by others, and then spreading other messy rumors.

She was used to it, but she didn't want He Xichen to be thrown into the muddy water.

"You probably don't know, I have a bad reputation...you will be judged if you walk with me..." Zeng Yaosheng tried to scare him away.

"Oh." He Xichen glanced at her and said, "It just so happens that my reputation is not very good, and you will be troubled by others."

The same, the same disease and sympathy? !Zeng Yaosheng raised his head so suddenly that he almost broke his neck.

Everyone has a "reminiscence".

I think she was the king of children in ten miles and eight villages back then, she was cheerful and lively, and all the children liked to play with her.Until that damn puberty hits!Zeng Yaosheng's puberty was full of disasters. She developed early. At the age when other girls were still skinny like bean sprouts, her body had already started to twitch and plump, like a green flower. .

The boy who was just in love stared at her with shy but explicit eyes, and the girl ignored and isolated her as if she had made an appointment.In junior high school, a boy confessed to her. After she refused, all kinds of unsavory rumors began to spread in the school.

To be honest, Zeng Yaosheng is quite disappointed with this world.No matter how she explained, how she cried, no one wanted to listen to her.Her struggle and efforts were like a drowning person calling for help. Everyone on the shore was whispering, but they refused to give her a hand. In the end, it was just adding more jokes.

"Do you want to eat buns?"

A question came from above his head suddenly, Zeng Yaosheng raised his head at a loss, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Do you want buns?" He Xichen asked again, "I'm hungry."

"You can eat it, I don't need it." Zeng Yaosheng habitually refused.

"Oh." He Xichen responded, and then bought two lean meat buns with cabbage and mushrooms at the bun shop on the street, "I can't finish it, so help me eat one."

Zeng Yaosheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but still firmly refused: "I'm not hungry..." She suddenly looked around as if guilty of guilt, and after confirming that there were no students wearing the same school uniform, she dared to stretch out her hand timidly to take the bun.

"It's pretty smooth playing back and forth." He Xichen teased.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zeng Yaosheng blushed and humbled himself.

After a 10-minute journey, He Xichen turned around and returned the same way when he saw the little girl walk into the house.The moon was thin and the lights were on. A black car stopped in front of him. He Xichen opened the door and sat in the back seat with ease. He said hello to the driver in the driver's seat: "Uncle Chen, I'm sorry."

The car moved smoothly out of the alley and down the noisy street.

***

The Lin family in Shanhai City is very rich. Lin Wancheng and Xia Qingjue have only one son, and he will inherit the company in the future without accident. In other words, He Xichen is very rich.

The rich man He Xichen is still very troubled today. As the heir to the domineering president, he doesn't want to be the domineering president at all.For this goal, I can only urge the old couple at home to give him a younger brother or younger sister every day.

When He Xichen returned home, he watched Lin Wancheng and Xia Qingyu's daily life as usual. After returning to the room, he turned on his phone, and was instantly baffled by the jingling notification sound.

——Brother Shen, Qiao Jingyan, that idiot went crazy at school again!

——Brother Shen, I also want to transfer schools!

——Brother Shen, you didn’t bring your mobile phone?

Fifteen missed calls, thirty unread messages, all from the same scourge.

He Xichen took a deep breath and dialed Lin Bing's number after making up his mind.The two were cousins, and they grew up together. They helped him deliver love letters in elementary school, skipped classes together in junior high school, and fought together in high school. He Xichen cleaned up a lot of messes for him, and then transferred to another school.

"Hey--"

"Brother Shen!!!"

Finished calf.He Xichen's pre-emptive attack failed. Judging by Lin Beng's voice and excitement, it might not stop for an hour.

"Stop! Let's get to the point!" He Xichen was also afraid of him, and hurriedly stopped the signs, "Qiao Jingyan is healed?"

Lin Beng's pitiful voice came from the other end of the phone: "The plaster has been removed a long time ago, and I haven't beaten anyone recently. I just go to the radio station to sing every day."

"Just click, what is this?"

"Well, what I ordered was the English song that Huanhuan sang at the New Year's Party, just like this, damn it! The whole school is gossiping about it, Huanhuan almost made him cry!" Lin Bu His anger hit He Xichen's eardrum directly through the receiver.

He Xichen took the phone away and asked, "Is he still honest?"

"Honest bastard!"

Most of the students studying in No. [-] Middle School are from rich families, and everyone adheres to the principle that they may have business contacts in the future.The Qiao family is a business giant in Shanhai City. They are even more domineering than the domineering president. Everyone wants to be friends.However, Qiao Jingyan was completely violent, biting people indiscriminately, biting He Xichen, and then broke a leg.

Lin Qiao's family almost got into trouble, and finally calmed down the turmoil at the cost of He Xichen dropping out of school.

"Tsk! I'll go and see Huanhuan tomorrow." He Xichen picked up the glass on the table, swallowed the pills and drank a big mouthful of plain water, "Ah, you want to transfer to your father and tell me. what?"

"I dare not!" Lin Bing was confident.

"...Then just bear with it." He Xichen mercilessly hung up the phone.

***

There was no light turned on in the dark room, and the dark blue curtains were drawn together, not letting in any light.The shower in the bathroom is dripping water, and the warm yellow wall lamp shines on the white tiles, reflecting twisted and grotesque.A teenager was soaked in the bathtub, the cold water covered his head, and the white shirt was floating on the water, as if he was drowning in the water without any movement.

The motionless boy suddenly grabbed the sides of the bathtub, jumped out of the water, lay on the edge of the bathtub, scratched his throat, coughed continuously, and vomited out many white pills that were not fully digested.

"Fuck!" There was water in his ears, and the eardrums were squeezed by the water and hurt. Qiao Jingyan's head kept spinning and humming, as if someone had pulled his nerves into threads, kneaded them into balls, and finally threw them into a shredder for cutting. into pieces.He wiped the water stains on his face, climbed out of the bathtub with weak hands and feet, and accidentally kicked over the sleeping pill bottle on the floor.

A waterway meanders from the bathroom to the closet. Qiao Jingyan's pale face was bluish, lifeless, like a gloomy water ghost.With trembling hands, he undid the buttons, took off his soaked clothes, and tried his best to calm down his exploding brain.

There is a calendar hidden under the bed, and the time stops on March NO.11.Qiao Jingyan tore off the calendar page by page, counting silently, and when he finally stopped, it was already June 27th.This is how he calms down when he is ill.

The number of torn calendars increased gradually, and Qiao Jingyan knew that he had reached his limit.

He needs to see a doctor.