The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Nancheng No. 3 Middle School.

  When the sun shines through the lush camphor trees on the campus, the voices of the students in the radio room are eloquent, and the light falls on the people, it is vivid, profound, and warm.

   "Brother Ye! Brother Ye! We're dead this time, don't fall asleep and say something quickly! Lao Lin will definitely not let us go after class, why don't we skip class now?!"

  Jiang Ye fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling that his shoulders were being shaken vigorously, he opened his eyes angrily, and slapped the table: "What are you talking about!"

   What came into view was a spacious and bright classroom, and a blue and white school uniform. Faint dust floated in the light, and the bald teacher on the podium was staring at him murderously.

  The tablemate next to him was dumbfounded.

  Jiang Ye was stunned.

  The next second, Lao Lin slapped the podium and shouted: "Jiang Ye! What are you calling? Are you going to teach this class?"

   "Fuck." Jiang Ye said in a daze, "What the hell?"

  How could he still see his bald math teacher in high school after his death? It's not so deep in love, it makes people think about it endlessly.

   "Jiang Ye, you are still swearing, isn't it God!" Lao Lin was even more angry.

   "..."

  Jiang Ye can hardly remember how long it has been since no one talked to him by name.

   Later, when he stepped into the society, took control of the power, and stood on the top of the pyramid in the entire southern city, most of the voices he heard around him were flattery and flattery, so much so that when he heard such words again, he felt a little nostalgic for a long time.

only…

  Why is this dream so real? !

  Jiang Ye strangled himself, it hurt.

  He was in a daze, and in the next second, he rushed out the door!

  Behind him was the teacher's roar, which resounded throughout the corridor. Jiang Ye couldn't control that much anymore. He followed the vague memory and went straight to flush the toilet. With trembling hands, he supported the sink and saw the face in the mirror.

  It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

  Short black hair, high nose bridge, smooth and cold bones, with a youthful feeling, a bruise at the corner of the mouth, and a new scratch on the side of the face, quite messy.

  Jiang Ye in high school was the most rebellious time in his life.

  Qia is in the prime of life, unscrupulous, with a youthful mind as high as the sky, and the whole world is at your feet.

  He really went back in time?

   Are the leaflets on the street real?

   Is there such a good thing as being brave in the face of righteousness?

  An absurd idea appeared in Jiang Ye's mind, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, which was quite unbelievable. Before he could digest the fact beyond materialism, he was grabbed by the head teacher: "Jiang Ye!"

   Was dragged to the office for an hour-long critique.

   "..."

  Why is the boss being scolded on the first day of his rebirth?

  Is this reasonable?

"Are you listening!" Lao Lin held the thermos cup and said with a straight face, "This time the crowd fighting seriously violated the school rules and regulations, and I will bear it if you fight by yourself, why are you waiting to bring the first-year students to fight together? Woolen cloth?"

  Old Lin said sadly: "He is not the same person as you. He is a key seedling cultivated by the No. 3 Middle School. He has won three national competition awards in his freshman year. You can't bring him down!"

   "No, didn't I also win the third prize?" Jiang Ye leaned on the table, dissatisfied.

   "Oh." Lao Lin said, "You have caused troubles for No. 3 Middle School ten times as much as you have won prizes."

   "..."

  Jiang Ye remembers that he was okay in high school. At that time, his mind was not on study, but science was easy for him, and he could barely get the first place in the school by relying on surprise review before the exam.

   "Don't bring good students to play in the future." Finally, Lao Lin warned.

  Jiang Ye stood in the sun, his school uniform was zippered open, and inside was a loose T-shirt, vigorous and unruly.

  He paused for a long time when he heard this sentence: "Ah..."