I Will Rewrite Your Fate

What you should do after breakfast is naturally going to school. What can a primary school student do without going to school? To save the world?

Fortunately, the homework and textbooks on the desk when I cleaned up in the morning wrote my own grade class. For seats, there is a seating chart on the wall in front of the classroom, so don’t worry.

"The rest... there is only interpersonal communication."

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar names one after another on the seating table, Xie Ming slowly recalled their looks, personalities, speaking habits, and their relationship with himself.

In a class of fifty or so, there will inevitably be small circles that do not interfere with each other.

And one of the circles is the central circle of the entire class, which can easily affect the people in other circles.

Before the accident, Xie Ming was a member of this central circle. After the accident, he was promoted to a more noble circle.

Legendary circle.

His legend is circulating in every school. This legend has caused him a lot of trouble, but it has also brought him a lot of younger brothers.

Although he has never regarded that group of people as his little brothers or friends.

"let it go."

After roughly memorizing the name on the seat table, Xie Ming swayed back to his position and lay down to meditate and rest.

The best way to refuse communication is to get down and sleep.

Even if you are a good friend or buddy, you will not come to chat with you while you are sleeping. This kind of understanding still exists between each other.

But some things, even when you sleep, will be called to the door.

"Snapped."

The head was lightly patted by the notebook, and Xie Ming slowly woke up from meditation. Lifting her head, she found a little girl with a ponytail looking at herself sullenly.

"Xie Ming, did you forget something?"

"Forgot what?"

Xie Ming blinked and asked in a puzzled way.

"...You are the representative of the Chinese class!"

The little girl patted the table and said loudly, "It's almost going to class, you still have your homework confiscated!"

"..."

I used to be the representative of the Chinese class?

Xie Ming really forgot about this. In other words, he hadn't noticed this at all. After all, in his student career, he was only an official in elementary school for two years.

"Hey, my homework is handed over."

The little girl threw her homework on Xie Ming's desk: "Teacher Chen will ask at that time, don't say I didn't hand it in."

After speaking, he flicked his ponytail and returned to his small circle.

"Ha~~~~"

Stretched a big lazy waist, glanced at the name of the workbook.

The eighth class of grade four, Chen Lu.

He will never forget this name.

Scratching his flat head, lazily took out his homework from his schoolbag, walked slowly to the podium and shouted: "Everyone, hand in Chinese homework."

"If you don't hand it over before ringing, then go to the teacher by yourself."

Each class has a way of receiving homework.

Some group leaders handed it over to the class representative, who then reported it to the teacher. In Xie Ming's class, the class representative went to the podium to shout, and then to check the student list on the podium.

Various things will come at this time of general production.

"Xie Ming, don't put my homework and Zhang Yang's together!"

This is a typical guy who copied other people's homework.

"Xie Ming, can you hand in one class later."

This kind of guy is going to write in class and play at other times.

"I forgot to bring my homework. Xie Ming, can you tick my name? I really wrote it."

This kind of guy is going to go through the back door.

Except for the first type, Xie Ming naturally rejected all other requests. Just kidding, I was scolded for helping you Kabuto.

Of course, there is the last one.

The time was almost up, and when Xie Ming was about to move away in a pile of homework, a few wailing sounds came from under the podium in an instant.

"Xie Ming! Xie Ming! Wait! Give me two more minutes! I'm almost done copying!"

Usually this kind of people die the worst.

Because of what?

Because they are the guys who regard the class representative's shouting of receiving homework as the gunfire of copying homework. Today, when Xie Ming called, it was less than ten minutes before class.

"If you can't finish copying, give up."

"Grass~~~Xie Ming, why are you calling so late today!?"

"Because I made up for a while."

Waving his hand at the mourning classmates, Xie Ming walked slowly towards the office with a thick pile of homework.

By the way, the Chinese teacher of Xie Ming's class is the vice-principal of the school and has an independent office. Therefore, he does not have to worry that he will mistake the teacher's position.

"Da da da...."

"Please come in."

Holding the homework pile in one hand and opening the office door with the other, Xie Ming said, "Report. Teacher Li, this is a Chinese homework."

"Well, let it go."

The vice-principal who was drinking tea motioned to the desk: "It was a bit late today, how many people did not pay?"

"I lied on the table before class, so it was a bit late to shout."

Xie Ming smiled: "A few of my classmates were not there when I yelled, and I will ask them to bring them here after I go back."

"Um."

The female vice-principal who was over half a hundred years old raised her head slightly and glanced at Xie Ming, who calmly piled up her homework on her desk and arranged it: "Xie Ming, what happened?"

"Um?"

A little puzzled raised his head, Xie Ming said puzzledly: "No."

"Really.... It feels a little strange to you."

"?????"

Looking at Xie Ming, who almost wrote the question mark on his face, Teacher Li shook his head: "Illusion, okay, you can go back quickly, the preparation bell is about to ring."

"Okay, goodbye, Teacher Li."

"This kid...has he got the hang of it?"

After savoring what Xie Ming said before, Teacher Li shook his head and took another sip of tea.

"My child... it really can make an amazing change overnight."

"As expected of Mr. Li."

Out of the office, Xie Ming also shook his head with a wry smile: "Should this be the keenness of the literati? Or is it because Teacher Li knows me too well."

But again, he also knows this teacher Li very well.

After all... This is a teacher who has guided him in a real sense.

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The time of class has always been like years for students, and it can even be said that the hours are like years. Compared with a 45-minute course, a 10-minute break is extremely precious.

Therefore, in these 10 minutes, the children are as far as possible to have fun and entertain with the things they bring from home.

And during this period, the TV drama that was hit on TV was called Firepower Boy King.

As soon as the teacher walked on the front foot, the students took out the yo-yo from their schoolbags and found their friends and started playing.

There will naturally be a lot of people around those who play particularly well.

However, in the eyes of the center circle of the class, these are all things that belong to out.

In their eyes, the most popular and powerful thing now should be computer games!

And what is the hottest computer game of this period?

DNF, CF and...QQ Speed.

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