After the divorce, my wife and I were reborn

Jiang Xia wasn't sure for a while.

"Old Jiang, what are you looking at?" After Wang Ming came out of the toilet, he stood beside Jiang Xia and followed his gaze.

"It's nothing." Jiang Xia looked away lightly, and threw the Xiaohaha mineral water to him, "Let's go, go back to the classroom."

Wang Ming stroked his chin lightly: "If I read correctly, it's Lin Yanwan from Class 1, right?"

"You can recognize this?" Jiang Xia looked strange.

"The class flower in class 1, she's pretty and has good grades, but it's said that she's aloof."

Jiang Xia is speechless. In fact, Lin Yanwan is not aloof at all, but a simple nerd or mild social fear. Although the conditions are very good, but he doesn't like to deal with people. As time goes by, in the eyes of others It became cold.

"What's wrong, you also have a crush on him?" Wang Ming glanced at him and joked.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing like that."

The two exchanged softly and gradually left. Lin Yanwan suddenly stopped and turned her head to look, her sight was already blocked by other students.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ying asked.

Lin Yanwan shook her head lightly, and said absent-mindedly, "It's okay."

Obviously, she has decided not to pay attention to everything about this person, but God just let me meet him so early.

And that look...

She wasn't sure if Jiang Xia had been reborn with her, but that subtle expression of hesitating to speak was indeed his habitual action.

If that was the case, why didn't he talk to himself?

However, he doesn't have the guts.

She couldn't help laughing bitterly at herself, as expected of a husband and wife who had been together for eight years, they were in sync with each other in certain things.

"Yanwan, why don't I go and ask for a vacation for you, and you can rest well for half a day. Anyway, with your grades, it's not too late."

Hearing the concern of her good sister, Lin Yanwan no longer persisted, and she really needed some time to calm down her emotions.

"Thank you, Yingying."

"We are good friends."

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Following Wang Ming all the way to the door of the classroom, Jiang Xia looked up at the class card hanging on the wall - Class 6, Senior Three, and the related memories slowly moistened his heart like a trickle of water.

He sat in the penultimate row, by the window.At the same table is a girl with slight freckles on her face. Her name is Chen Yao. She has short shoulder-length hair.

In the high school of the previous life, the relationship between the two was not bad, and when Chen Yao faced him, she would talk a little more than usual.

It's a pity that after they got to university, the two went their separate ways and gradually lost contact with each other. It seems that they heard that they were divorced and lived alone with their young daughter.

"Look at me all the time, am I weird today?" Chen Yao raised her glasses, her thick bangs pressed down, just covering the faint freckles on her cheeks, "Did you not do the test again?"

His thoughts were interrupted, and Jiang Xia's breathing was stagnant. He knew what the hell, and quickly took out the paper from the desk. Although it was not blank, it was only half done.

In retrospect, I was really useless back then, and my grades in cultural subjects were below average. It was only because of my extraordinary performance in the exam that I managed to pass the Chuanmei exam.

She still lowered her head, just glanced at Jiang Xia out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Jiang Xia, although you are an art student, you still have to take the culture class. For many people, the college entrance examination is the only chance to change their lives. I put the papers here. You can't copy them. If you don't know how to do it, you can read it."

Jiang Xia agreed with a smile, and turned her head to concentrate on the paper.

Now that he has started all over again in this life, and he has an innate advantage in professional painting, no matter what, he has to take the CAFA or Gome exam, right?

However, after only a few minutes, Jiang Xia was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand the math problems on the paper, and he had already returned the knowledge he had learned to the teacher.

It seems that he has to relearn all the knowledge of the three years of high school in a limited time, so that he can do better in the exam than in his previous life.

Sighing, he rested his cheek in one hand, picked up a pen in the other, and sketched on the notebook boredly.

A few minutes later, Chen Yao glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her face darkened, and she was drawing again. Is it so difficult for this guy to do the problem?

Just as he was about to poke him with a pen, he suddenly saw Wang Ming approaching, so he buried his head even lower.

"Lao Jiang, don't forget tonight, the old place, full-time warriors go." Wang Ming said.

Jiang Xia froze for a moment, her long memory came back to life, the old place should be the Croatian Internet cafe near the school, but what is a full-time warrior?

Seeing his bewildered expression, Wang Ming became anxious: "Don't think about going back on your word, we both agreed a long time ago, I'll treat you, but you have to take my ghost swordsman to change jobs."

Ghost Swordsman?Doesn't full-time warrior mean dungeons and warriors?It's just that the name sounds weird.

Jiang Xia was a little bit messy, she straightened out her thoughts, and her memory returned to the scene of surfing the Internet with her friends all night.

In 09, Dungeon & Warriors, a horizontal version of the fighting game, became popular in Internet cafes across the country. In the era when personal computers were not fully popularized, DNF had 800 million players online at the same time in its first anniversary celebration.

"Old Jiang, tell me I'd rather play Zhankuang, or play Sword Soul like you." Wang Ming was somewhat conflicted. He had difficulty choosing. In his opinion, both professions are quite strong.

Listening to an awkward but somewhat familiar noun spit out from Faxiao's mouth, I suddenly realized that the world after my rebirth might not be as simple as I imagined.

"Old Wang, lend me your mobile phone." He decided to clarify the matter before talking.

"What are you doing?" Wang Ming took out his mobile phone and handed it over.

"Help you see which profession to play."

"The traffic is only 30 megabytes, so save it."

"rest assured."

Jiang Xia couldn't help sighing that in the 5G era of later generations, mobile phone traffic is less than 20 G per month, which is not enough for daily video viewing.

I took a look at the best-selling slider function phone in my hand...Nokia? ! !

Fuck!

Is he crazy or is the world crazy?

He looked at his deskmate, opened his mouth, hesitantly wanted to ask something, when the class bell rang suddenly.

……

(Nanfeng wants tickets! OvO)

Chapter 4

The chalk was rubbing against the blackboard, and the Chinese teacher was talking about the substandard Yu Pu on the podium, repeatedly reminding that this poem is likely to be a compulsory test this year. , probably everywhere.

Chen Yao listened to the class very attentively, and made a key mark on the front of "Will Enter the Wine" with a pen, only occasionally looking at the same table from the corner of her eye.

Jiang Xia straightened her back, held the pen in her right hand, lowered her head, and seemed to be listening to the class very seriously, but in fact, her left hand kept tapping the buttons on the phone.

Apart from lamenting that the Internet is harmful to people, Chen Yao has no other thoughts, the path is chosen by herself, and if she doesn't work hard now, she will regret it in the future.

The teacher's voice was selectively filtered by the ears, and occasionally echoed a few words with the students. It is estimated that even Jiang Xia himself did not know what he was talking about, and his attention had long been attracted by the content searched on the phone.

In 2009, 3G was just emerging, and the domestic Internet entered an era of barbaric growth. Although the functional phones of this era were not as convenient as the smart phones of later generations, and the webpages displayed on the screens of a few inches were still rough, they were enough for him to surf the Internet.

"Full-time Warrior" is an action role-playing ARPG fighting online game developed by South Korea (Neopie) and operated by Tenglong Games in mainland China.

Looking at the description on the webpage, Jiang Xia couldn't help but fell into deep thought. His rebirth was not a literal meaning, and the world line had changed because of it.

Although I have never heard of Tenglong Games, just like Full-time Warrior, I can tell at a glance that it is a copy of Tencent.

So he clicked on more related links, and the guess in his heart was gradually confirmed.

——It is not that there is a deviation in the memory, but that the rebirth to a parallel earth equivalent to the previous life has caused many familiar names or events to be different to varying degrees. Fortunately, the difference is not very big, and the overall process of the world has not changed So go astray.

But just this conclusion is not enough. If you want to do everything one step ahead after rebirth, you must figure out which ones are the same as the previous life and which ones haven't happened yet.

It is meaningless to get too entangled in history, only the present is important.

As a result, I turned around and found that many things that existed in the previous life already exist in this world. Although there have been more or less slight changes in the names, the essence remains the same.

It is true that he has the development history of the next ten years in his mind, but without technology, and without funds, who would not talk about the concept of a powerful and unconstrained style?

Even if he finds an angel investor and tells Balabala a lot about the future development prospects of various industries, he will only think that this high school student's ideas are too naive.

The most important thing is that Jiang Xia is not a businessman, from head to toe, from inside to outside, he is an artist, at least he thinks so.

Thinking of the field of art, he immediately entered a few animation-related keywords on Qiandu in a nervous mood. After waiting for dozens of seconds, the stuck web page finally jumped.

I don’t know if it’s because of the changes in the world line, or if the influence of a certain island country in the East China Sea is almost zero in this world. In short, the various art styles of this era tend to be more realistic. Those familiar paper man wives in the previous life unexpectedly I didn't find any of them, and I couldn't find any news about some classic IPs!

Could it be that people of this day and age have XP hobbies?

No, absolutely not, Jiang Xia is more willing to believe that the abnormal development of art has biased people's aesthetics.

In other words, the animation industry in this world is still an untapped blue ocean?

Look, what the hell is a professional counterpart!

A reborn person who stands on the air and has countless works that have experienced the market test in his mind, as well as an animation producer, as long as he is given enough time, he can reproduce them one by one.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia couldn't help becoming hot.

Seemingly aware of the rapid and heavy breathing of the tablemate, Chen Yao turned her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter with you?"

"My cat is about to give birth."

"???"

Chen Yao's face darkened, and she decided to leave him alone. Is there something wrong with this man?Your cat is about to give birth, why are you so excited?Could it be your child?

Jiang Xia took a few deep breaths before calming down her fiery heart.

In any case, no matter whether it is necessary to redo the animation like in the previous life, this matter cannot be rushed.

The current information is still very one-sided, and the next step can only be made after a detailed understanding.

The Chinese class in the third year of high school will turn into a recitation class, recite classical Chinese, recite poems, recite the beginning and end of the composition with full marks, and amidst the sound of reading aloud, the bell for the last class in the afternoon finally rings.

It's time to eat.

Wang Ming walked over with his job bowl in hand, and stretched out his hand, "Lao Jiang, can you give me your phone? Just now I saw you lower your head, what did you find?"

Jiang Xia handed over the brick machine whose search records had been cleared a long time ago: "The Internet speed is too slow, and the webpage can't be opened at all, but listen to me, it's definitely right to practice red eyes."

"What's a red eye?"

"Uh, it's the Zhan Kuang you mentioned, it's ridiculously strong."