After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

As we all know, the 28th class of senior high school is a notoriously bad class. In class, the students were sleeping, chatting, and playing with mobile phones. They didn't put the teacher in their eyes at all.

And in this smoky learning environment, only Qi Linqing sat in full danger and listened to the lectures attentively. During the period, he kept burying his head and taking notes.

In fact, he is practicing writing.

Since the journey, Qi Linqing has been silently observing other people's writing postures and methods, trying to learn.

Because of the ups and downs in his previous life to make a living, his ability to imitate is very strong, but he is used to soft brushes and ancient styles. It is really difficult for him to write simplified characters with this kind of hard pen. The words written are reversed. Distorted bizarre symbol.

This scene fell in the eyes of the teacher, and it was a bit relieved. After all, there was a student who was listening to the lecture.

So they frequently asked Qi Linqing to answer questions.

But Qi Linqing didn't know if he asked three questions, or he just squeezed out some ridiculous answers similar to the fact that the catheter in the chemistry class is used to drink milk tea.

Classmates: Hahahahahahaha.

Teacher: I'm so difficult.

Even Zhong Chen was attracted a bit of attention by this hardworking new classmate. He tilted his head slightly, Yu Guang glanced at the exercise book on Qi Linqing's desk, and saw that the so-called notes above were all strange-shaped graffiti.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Chinese class.

The Chinese teacher can't help but nicknamed the only student listening to the lecture:

"Student Qi Linqing, can you recite the full text of He Wenhao's "Wangyue and Ancient Huai"? If you can't recite it, it's okay to read it out."

The students from Class 18 came over to Qi Linqing after hearing this, and waited again to watch the excitement.

"I want to say that Qi Linqing has almost become my source of happiness." Jiang Bai smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

Luo Xing: "Who isn't it?"

Qi Linqing opened the textbook and found unexpectedly that he recognized the poem.

The author once asked him to make a painting related to poetry.

He Wenhao used to be an owner of the imperial court in his previous life. He has a hobby of writing poetry and is keen to collect customized paintings that match his own poems.

However, He Wenhao's official position is low, and he can barely live in the capital where prices are soaring with his monthly salary. There is not much money left to hire a painter.

Later, He Wenhao became acquainted with him by chance, and he was attracted by his cheap price of paintings, and since then he has become one of his loyal customers.

Thinking of this, Qi Linqing couldn't help but sigh.

Thousands of years have passed, and people have long been wrong.

Qi Linqing nodded, stood up again, and said solemnly: "The morning and evening are all over the night, and it will provoke self-pity... When it is clear, the moon will be surrounded by dust and smoke, but the wind and shadow are seen in the south."

As soon as the voice fell, the Chinese teacher took the lead in applauding: "Good job, classmate Qi read it very deliciously!"

Qi Linqing sat down and continued to practice calligraphy.

The surrounding students fell into a weird silence.

After a while.

Jiang Bai lowered his voice: "This poem...I remember it was in the placement test, right?"

"Yes, yes, I remember!" Luo Xing echoed.

Another small detail.

The man with glasses on the side slowly said: "Then there is only one truth—"

"Qi Linqing knew the answer but deliberately didn't write it. He really came for Brother Zhong!"

Everyone subconsciously cast their gazes on the two people sitting in the back row by the window.

The windows were slightly open, and the draughts were slowly blowing through the curtains.

The blond young man lowered his head to write and draw on the table, while the black-haired young man next to him was looking at the squirrel leaping between the branches and green leaves outside the window.

This scene is inexplicably a little harmonious.

Everyone: No, I must be blind.

The bell for the last class in the morning just rang. Before the teacher could say "classmates are over", the 18th class group students rushed out. Like a typhoon whizzing across the border, there were few people left in the class for a moment.

Qi Linqing was stunned, looking at Zhong Chen who was still sitting in his place, with some doubts: "What are they going to do?"

Zhong Chen: "What else can I do? Eat."

Qi Linqing: "They look so anxious." As if a starving ghost was reborn.

Zhong Chen glanced at him and used the famous sentence he learned recently: "If you don't work actively, there is a problem with your brain."

Qi Linqing couldn't speak. It turned out that if he didn't rush to eat in the future, he was mentally retarded in the eyes of other people?

He unscrewed the thermos cup and decided to take a sip of tea to suppress his shock.

The tea was already cold, and he wanted to fill some hot water later.

"Then why don't you go...er, do the food?" Qi Linqing suddenly asked.

Zhong Chen said: "Because someone brought me food."

Qi Linqing: "Oh."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Awkward conversation, let it end here.

Zhong Chen felt inexplicably that the character of the man next to him was actually different from that in the book. I didn't see where it was vicious, but rather like a rooted wood.

Du Yuanbai rushed over to Class 18 after class, and was going to ask Qi Linqing to go dry with him.

As a result, as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen sitting side by side by the window in the last row, wearing the same white shirt uniforms of junior high school. That scene, indescribably like a sweet school romance drama.

In front of Zhong Chen's face, Yuanbai didn't dare to show any horses, but when he left the teaching building and walked on the green shady path leading to the cafeteria, he was like a husky in a melon field, excited: "I can't see it! You are so scheming! How does it feel to be at the same table with Brother Zhong?"

Qi Linqing knew that in the article, the original owner once wrote a love letter to Zhong Chen and was read out by the radio station by mistake, so the whole school knew that he liked Zhong Chen's things.

He couldn't explain the fact that he didn't like others, so he casually paused a few words: "Hmm, it's okay."

Du Yuanbai: "Don't act, I think your heart has blossomed a long time ago, right?"

Qi Linqing: "Yeah."

Du Yuanbai: "Why do you react like this?"

In fact, Qi Linqing didn't listen very much, so he replied, "Uh, uh."

Du Yuanbai: "..."

Not only did he not feel the slightest joy in the other party's emotions, but he could only perceive the fairness and perfunctory.

The middle school canteen is divided into three floors, the higher the price, the more expensive the food is pretty good.

Du Yuanbai and Qi Linqing came to the third floor and ordered a few small stir-fries.

Du Yuanbai ate snacks in the morning and had no appetite, so he moved a few chopsticks and stopped cooking.

But Qi Linqing ate the last soybean on the plate and asked Du Yuanbai:

"I see untouched meat in your bowl, can I eat it?"

Qi Linqing lived in poverty in his previous life, and because of the lack of ancient materials, he seldom tasted these delicacies.

Du Yuanbai: "...you can eat it."

How could it be so?

Maybe the other party has seen through the vanity that was briefly fascinated by the colorful world, and has returned to simplicity again.

To be honest, Du Yuanbai still prefers Qi Linqing now.

He looked back and saw what was on the wall of the cafeteria: Who knows that Chinese food is hard.

Hey, I heard that Qi Linqing had also farmed in the countryside, maybe because of empathy.

Can't help but make Du Yuanbai feel a sense of shame. Well, it can't be wasted next time.

In the afternoon is physical education.

The middle school takes the international route, and the physical education class has more than a dozen sports for selection.

When everyone in Class 18 came to the playground, the physical education teacher was reading the list of students who signed up for the project:

"Jiang Bai, basketball. Pang Zinan, basketball. Luo Xing, basketball. Lu Tutu, volleyball..."

Jiang Bai, Luo Xing, Pang Zinan and others are Zhong Chen's followers in the class. Zhong Chen's basketball skills are top-notch. They all believed that Zhong would definitely sign up for basketball, so they followed closely.

But I never expected that the physical education teacher reported: "Zhong Chen, archery."

Jiang Bai and others felt crazy for a while: ah ah ah ah!

Before they recovered from the depression of being abandoned by their eldest brother, they heard the physical education teacher immediately say: "Qi Linqing, Tai Chi."

Everyone: "..."

I have never been so speechless in my life.

"Our school also has Tai Chi exercises for the elderly?" Jiang Bai wondered.

The physical education teacher closed the roster and said: "No school can't do it, only you can't think of it."

It was hot today, and the students all went to the locker room to change short sleeves for sports.

However, Qi Linqing is not used to this kind of clothes with arms, insisting on wearing long sleeves.

When he arrived at the class venue, he realized that besides himself, there were only a few students who had signed up for Tai Chi.

And they are not voluntary, they are all transferred from other classes when the enrollment is full.

"Why is Qi Linqing here too?"

"He would actually sign up for Tai Chi..."

The few girls who had been transferred held together and began to whisper.

Qi Lele, as a junior high school student and a star, looks like a doll, exquisite, soft and noble, and is very popular among girls. And his brother Qi Linqing, who is not related by blood, became a negative teaching material and has been resisted by everyone.

At this moment, Qi Linqing was standing under the tree, his figure was even straighter than the trunk, and his black eyes were like grapes just taken out of the refrigerator, glowing with cold water vapor.

Even the buttons of the long-sleeved school uniform were rigorously buttoned to the top one, inexplicably revealing an aura of gentle abstinence.

"I feel that the halal in Qilin seems to be much better than in "Deformation Meter"." The curly-haired girl said weakly.

Girl B: "Actually I am..."

Girl C: "Me too..."

Girl D took out a mobile phone and secretly took a picture of Qi Linqing.

There is no eternal enemy, only eternal Yan dog.