After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

The scorching sun in July scorched the earth scorchingly, and the sound of the air-conditioning outside the window was overshadowed by the hysterical cicadas. The temperature in the spacious room is cool and comfortable, and the cut ice watermelon is placed on the short table. On the laptop is the page for querying the results of the college entrance examination.

The moment he saw the college entrance examination results, Jiang Yi disappeared from the last fluke. While dumbfounded, he was like an ice cellar. It was hazy in front of me, I don't know whether it was the cold sweat on the forehead soaking the eyes, or the eyelashes were stained with dust. There was even a buzzing auditory hallucination in the ears.

It's over, this time is really over.

This is probably a worse thing than the fact that he lived to thirty years old with a smooth journey in his previous life and a boyfriend who was so handsome, but God's eyes were not good, and kicked him back to the age of eighteen-a failure in the college entrance examination.

His father, who didn't read many books but made a lot of money, still comforted him cheerfully, "It's okay, it's okay. Isn't it just a mistake in performance? You can't go to a good university in China, so Dad will send you abroad."

Jiang Yi glanced at his father sullenly, without speaking.

With thirty years of memory, he is not a young person who can't stand the ups and downs of life. But he could only hold back this and couldn't say it.

Jiang Yiyou loved to play when he was in high school, and his science teachers praised him for being a little clever. If he could be used in study, it would be great. Just talked back and forth so many times, not to mention Jiang Yiyou himself, it is said that Jiang Yiyou's father didn't care much about the teacher's persuasion.

The head teacher can only give up and let him continue to play. In private, he shook his head and complained to a colleague that this was spoiling, saying that he would finish this way sooner or later. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yiyou suddenly immersed himself in studying hard in the second semester of high school, rushing all the way, and finally admitted to the famous university A in China.

Father Jiang knew nothing more about his son's temperament. He once asked him sideways if he was pressured by the head teacher for the school's enrollment rate, but he got a negative answer.

Jiang Yiyou has lived for thirty years and still remembers him still fresh. In his second year of high school, he had stuffed an unsigned confession paper in the desk of the deputy monitor of the class next door. Without expecting the other party to respond, Jiang Yiyou stated on the paper that he was a boy.

When I came back for the exam in the afternoon, the piece of paper was lying on the other side's table intact, but there was an extra line of beautiful fonts on it—"I guess no girl would write such ugly words. If you are admitted to a major A, I will consider it. After all, I don’t like long-distance relationships."

Jiang Yiyouzi carefully read the piece of paper three times, and his heart felt like a fire was burning.

Eighteen-year-old Jiang Yiyou did not have bad grades, but 30-year-old Jiang Yiyou failed. His college entrance examination results are a full 100 points away from the admission line of the year of A major.

Jiang Yiyou unconsciously chewed the watermelon that was slowly warming up in his mouth. He seemed to have seen that the butterfly carrying fate was flapping its wings and slowly taking off, and in the future the trajectory of him and Chu Chuan would be Like two parallel lines that never intersect. Or worse, he will run away on the opposite trajectory.

God, he really wants to go back. Two of the new flavor condoms bought last month have not been used up yet.

It was written that Jingda became A, so I had to come back and change...