I am reborn and just want to concentrate on my studies

"What? I can't do it, can I?" The fat man screamed again.

Yi Yang felt helpless and kicked him and said, "You idiot, you have been used to saying no all your life. Come on, try to tell me again. I can do it."

"I...can do that? Can this, such a cool thing, still be related to me?"

During class, on the balcony, Fatty and Yi Yang were having a friendly exchange of feelings.

Yi Yang was a little helpless. People of the same kind divide into groups. In the past, no matter how useless he was, his brothers would be just as useless. There are people like this who doubt that they can do anything great, such as practicing calligraphy, speaking English as fluently as a foreigner...such as learning a musical instrument.

Yi Yang thought about it for a moment. This type of people are probably the ones who rarely receive positive feedback after their efforts in life. On the one hand, they pay little, and on the other hand, they occasionally give a little bit. They have not reached the zero boundary where quantitative change leads to qualitative change. At some point, I gave up, so I felt that there was no use in trying. When I was young, I didn’t realize that as I grew older, I became the kind of audience who only looked at other people’s abilities and shouted 666 in vain.

"I think you should first build up your self-confidence."

"I...I'm quite confident."

"Then you said you could learn to play the drums."

"I can not."

"roll."

Yi Yang sighed, suddenly feeling melancholy... In fact, he also wanted to change the fate of the people around him, especially those he cared about, but when he actually did it, he found that it was quite difficult.

This kind of change is not like what is written in those novels, where you give your friends one or two chances and then take off. That kind of plot can really only appear in novels. Humans are very complex animals. The reason why most people are mediocre throughout their lives is not because of lack of opportunities, but... that person does not have the ability to be mediocre.

At the beginning of the semester, a lot of hard work had been done to get Zhang Bushou to start trying to study... and it did produce results, but there was still a long way to go before he could truly change his destiny. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and it does not mean that one or two times can fundamentally change a person's character. It is a very long process to work hard bit by bit.

Although Zhang Bushou often behaves very naively, he is just naive, not stupid. He could naturally feel Yi Yang's kindness to him from the bottom of his heart... He looked at Yi Yang and seemed a little sad, and his expression became serious, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Yi Yang... I know you are doing it for my own good... …I, I only have you as my brother…I’ll give it a try.”

Yi Yang kicked Zhang Bushou again: "You kid, don't do this. You have to study for two days and come home with me after school."

"Go home with you? You...you teach me?"

"Of course...no. Yes...forget it, you'll know when the time comes."

Zhang Bushou said: "Then...okay."

…

Yiyang's recent learning progress is relatively fast... mainly reflected in self-study. Because I often communicate and study with Luo Bing, many times, I can't help but aim at the study of the top academics... I have basically completed the self-study of the knowledge in the second grade of junior high school, and several subjects are at the same pace as the third grade of junior high school, including mathematics. Even after high school, when you look at yourself, you will always feel that you have not learned enough.

But I also understand that progress cannot be pursued for the sake of progress. If the knowledge is not solid in that way, the teacher may explain it once and rely on self-study. Listening to it in full will be harmful. It is quite a test to grasp this degree.

Luo Luoyue talked about his father, and Yi Yang also learned from her that the middle-aged man he met that day was his father. He couldn't help but sigh, "This county is really small."

Luo Luoyue said: "My father said the same."

"Yeah." Yi Yang nodded, suddenly thought of something, his eyes became strange, and after two or three seconds of silence, Luo Luoyue finally realized that he had accidentally let Yi Yang take advantage of him, and hit him angrily. : "Disgusting! You are my father!"

This time Yi Yang was even more stunned.

"Ah! Disgusting! Slip of the tongue!"

Yi Yang couldn't help but laugh. He kept dodging and blocking the girl's iron fist. He was in a trance for a while... These were the carefree green years, but it was not an option to always be troubled by her. The next time he fell in love with her, he couldn't help but laugh. When the punch came, he grabbed the opponent's hand and pressed it on the table. He didn't let go until the fierce girl begged for mercy.

I couldn't help but think that I was starting to look more and more like a junior high school student. But again, there is no psychological burden. I even thought that this girl is getting more and more unruly. If it doesn't work, I'll give her a beating sometime...laugh.

…

The fight between Yi Yang and Luo Luoyue continued to stimulate Sun Peng, and he sighed slightly... After all, he was just one of the girls he had a crush on, but it didn't matter. There were Ning Zhixin, Qiu Guoran, and... Ma Siyu .

Sun Peng looked at Ma Siyu, and then saw her expression looking at Yi Yang quite unhappily. He felt mixed for a moment... It was very strange. Every time he looked at Ma Siyu, the transfer student seemed to be looking at Yi Yang. It doesn't make sense. Does she like Yi Yang?

Ma Siyu naturally only had Yi Yang in his eyes. Seeing Luo Luoyue having fun with him, his mood became hazy. I am unhappy, but I don’t want to be out of sight and out of mind... because out of sight and out of mind are even more annoying. Suddenly something occurred to her and she was about to stand up when a tall figure stood between her and Yi Yang.

Zhao Qiang patted Yi Yang on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Yi Yang turned around.

Zhao Qiang said: "Brother, there is a basketball game this afternoon."

"Huh? With whom?"

"Fight with the third grader."

"Fighting against a junior high school student?"

"To be precise, it's our second grade students playing against our third grade students."

"Who organized it?"

"I and several sports committee members from other classes made recommendations. I guess the players in each class are better at playing..."

Yi Yang thought for a while and said, "Okay, it's just the two of us in our class?"

"Well, how about calling some cheerleaders then?"

Yi Yang looked at Luo Luoyue and said, "Did you hear that?"

Luo Luoyue said: "I... I heard it. What? You want me to be your cheerleader? I won't do it."

Yi Yang said: "It's so strange. Why do you misunderstand that you can be a cheerleader... But you haven't seen the boys in our class play, have you? Come and see it."

"Tch...is this an invitation?"

"No, you can come if you want."

Afterwards, Yi Yang stood up and walked onto the podium during the break.

"Everyone, please be quiet..."

The voices in the class gradually became quieter, and everyone looked at Yi Yang in confusion.

Yi Yang cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, listen to me. We have a basketball game between the second and third grade students. Our class and I will participate in it! We don't care about other classes, but our class involves this kind of class collective." Regarding honors, I hope I won’t lose in terms of momentum, and everyone who has time will go and cheer up.”

"I've decided. Whether you go to the basketball court or not to cheer for me and Zhao Qiang today, I will treat some of my classmates to drinks!"

At first, when everyone heard that they wanted to be a cheerleader, not many people responded, but when they heard that they wanted to have a drink, everyone became energetic.

"Who are you inviting to drinks?"

Yi Yang smiled slightly and said: "Do you still remember the test number for our midterm exam? Everyone has a unique number, and the test number is the serial number. What is the single digit of the combined scores of Zhao Qiang and I later? I’ll invite all the multiples of that number and the owners of the test numbers containing that number to have a drink.”

"For example, if Zhao Qiang and I scored 18 points in total, then we would invite the students whose test numbers are 8, 16, and 18 to have a drink!"

Suddenly, the class burst into cheers.

I don’t know who started it: “The squad leader is awesome!”

Everyone shouted: "The monitor is awesome!"

"I want to drink Red Bull Monitor!"

Zhao Qiang and Luo Luoyue stared blankly at Yi Yang, who aroused the enthusiasm of the whole class with just a few words.

In fact, it doesn’t cost much, but the atmosphere is instantly there.