The male god here

Chapter 1 The Heart of Rebirth

I get up at seven o'clock every morning, in a big city of steel and concrete, dragging my still-awakened body to squeeze the subway for an hour to arrive at the company.

Called by the supervisor to the office to arrange work, one task was completed, and the other one was picked up immediately, so unconsciously, it was already noon, and after eating takeaway, a person was lying on the desk alone, and there was a picture next to the computer. A photo with my classmates in high school.

Thirty-five-year-old Zhou Ziyang sometimes thinks, if he hadn't been so impulsive at the time, would it have been a different ending?

Consciousness gradually blurred. Zhou Ziyang had a dream. He dreamed that when he was back in high school, the sky was blue and the grass was green.

In April, the tall sycamore trees on the campus are already lush.

When the wind blows, it will make a sound of 唦唦.

"Wow! The fortune is bad, the fate is too short, Feng Tangyi is old, Li Guang is hard to seal,"

"It depends on the gentleman to see the opportunity, to know the fate of the man, to grow old and strong, and to change the heart of the white head! Poor and strong, not to fall into the blue sky! Drinking the greedy spring and feeling refreshed, and being in a dry place is like joy!"

Zhou Ziyang was awakened by the noisy sound of reading, but when he looked up, he found that he had already returned to high school, and the female classmate in front was shaking her head and endorsing the book.

The ponytail flickered in front of Zhou Ziyang.

Everything exudes the taste of youth.

Is it a dream?
It's great to go back to high school.

The corner of Zhou Ziyang's mouth couldn't help but a wry smile, looking at the playful and cute braid in front of him, without thinking about it, Zhou Ziyang stretched out his hand and tugged it twice.

"Ah!" Who knew, the girl in front suddenly stood up as if she was offended, and turned around to look at Zhou Ziyang with shame and indignation.

"Teacher! Zhou Ziyang pulled my braid!" Song Shihan said angrily, biting her lower lip.

"Coax~" The students who had stopped studying laughed together.

"Cough!" Ji Yueming, the head teacher in front of him, coughed in displeasure, suppressing the laughter of the students, and then looked at Zhou Ziyang dissatisfied: "Are you still young?"

Everything in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar, Zhou Ziyang seemed to be in a dream, and the head teacher Ji Yueming was still chattering over there: "The college entrance examination is only a hundred days away! For some students here, even if you don't study, Don't interfere with other people's learning!"

"After all, not everyone is the same as some people. There is a bureau chief as a father!" Ji Yueming held a gun and a stick, and looked at Zhou Ziyang meaningfully.

There was another burst of laughter underneath.

"Why are you arguing! Why are you arguing! Continue studying!" Ji Yueming scolded everyone, frowning.

So after the noise, the classroom returned to calm.

This dream was a little bit longer, all the dreams were strange but real, the one-hour morning reading class just passed by like this, in the dream, Zhou Ziyang had a feeling of nostalgia and was more timid I just stayed up until the morning reading get out of class was over.

Ji Yueming leaves.

The students quarreled.

Familiar and immature faces appeared in front of his eyes one by one.

"When did Mr. Zhou like Song Shihan!?"

"Brother Zhou likes Song Shihan!"

"Song Shihan! My brother Zhou is showing you face! Hurry up and be my brother Zhou's girlfriend!"

"Get lost!" Song Shihan glared fiercely at the classmate who was talking nonsense over there, then turned her head and glared at Zhou Ziyang again.

I hate the kind of boys who pull their braids the most!

Especially this kind of student who doesn't like to study every day, but likes to argue with the teacher!
Song Shihan turned around and went out of the classroom with her classmates.

Zhou Ziyang was left in the classroom with a dazed expression on his face.

"Haha, Brother Zhou, look, Song Shihan is shy!"

A tall boy came and hooked his shoulders to Zhou Ziyang.

"Liu Shuo?" Zhou Ziyang asked with deja vu.

Liu Shuo blinked, and said in disbelief, "No way, Brother Zhou, you are sleepwalking!"

For a whole day, Zhou Ziyang still didn't come to his senses. If this was a dream, then this dream was too real. Familiar faces appeared in front of him one by one.

The math teacher who likes to joke, the old-fashioned Chinese teacher, and the English teacher who likes to wear black stockings and is a milf.

In the early morning classroom, their voices were extraordinarily crisp.

The whole day, Zhou Ziyang stayed in his seat with his face raised like a fool.

"Zhou Ziyang, please get up and read this article?" The English teacher Hu Shutong was very satisfied with Zhou Ziyang's performance today, and he was obediently listening to the class without arguing with himself?
Zhou Ziyang stood up belatedly, and read honestly: "Unit 1!"

“Annes Best Friend Do you want a friend whom you could tell everything to”

Zhou Ziyang read the entire English text word by word, honestly, and when he looked up, he found that all the students in the class looked at him in shock, while the English teacher in front of him, wearing a white shirt, Glasses almost fell into the chest.

She looked at Zhou Ziyang in front of her in disbelief.

"Did I read it wrong?" Zhou Ziyang asked weakly.

"No, no! Very correct, students give Zhou Ziyang a little applause, okay?"

"Clap clap clap!"

"Zhou Ziyang can read the English text verbatim?"

The students applauded frantically, and the applause was mixed with whispering voices. Zhou Ziyang was very strange. He just read an English composition. Is it so good?

Oh yes, Zhou Ziyang suddenly remembered something. He seemed to be pretending to be a scumbag in high school.

Zhou Ziyang in high school was not happy, although in the eyes of others, Zhou Ziyang was carefree. His father was the youngest department-level cadre in the city, and he was already the head of the procuratorate in his early forties.

And thanks to his father's blessing, Zhou Ziyang can be counted as the second-generation official in this city the size of a sesame mung bean, and he is always surrounded by a group of young hooligans and old hooligans who want to curry favor with him.

Occasionally, I will encounter the confession of some girls who are in love.

In such a family, Zhou Ziyang grew up in a very good environment. He had milk and bread every day. He had already grown to [-] meters in his freshman year of high school.

In addition, I have been learning the violin since I was a child, and I know a thing or two about music.

Such Zhou Ziyang, logically speaking, should be a well-known school-level figure in the school, but such a perfect deck of cards was beaten to pieces by Zhou Ziyang.

It turned out that Zhou Ziyang should have a wonderful life.

Until the second year of high school, my father brought a mother and daughter in front of him.

"This is your Aunt Shen, this is Peipei, two months older than you, just call me sister." Father Zhou said to Zhou Ziyang.

　This book has undergone a major revision, and the major revision is mainly about the younger sister, so you may feel a little awkward when you read the younger sister.

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(End of this chapter)