If you are reborn, then become a male god

Chapter 24 Please be sure to report criticism?

Listening to Qiao Qianhui's words, Jiang Mu felt a little touched in his heart, and there was a look of memory in his eyes.

In fact, he had heard these words once before. But the person at that time was not He Shun, but was said to him.

Sometimes, it's just such a coincidence.

The same scene happens to different people; different people make the same mistakes.

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After the evening self-study get out of class, He Shun followed Jiang Mu and fell into a rare silence instead of chatting incessantly.

"Brother Mu, do you think it's still too late for me to work hard now?"

"I think only you can answer this question."

It's like he didn't say anything, and it's like he said everything.

He Shun thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand."

Afterwards, both of them fell into silence.

At the fork in the road, when they were about to separate, He Shun suddenly turned around: "Brother Mu, when I pass the exam, I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Okay." Jiang Mu nodded heavily.

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When she got home, it was already dark at night, and Liang Yushu sat on the sofa in the living room, with the bright light of the TV reflected on her face, her head propped on her arms and she almost fell asleep.

As soon as she heard the door open, Liang Yushu woke up instantly on the sofa and looked at the door: "You're back, are you hungry?"

"Mom, didn't I tell you? I'll make it myself when I'm hungry when I get home in the evening. You go to bed early."

"Your top priority now is the college entrance examination. I leave the logistics to your parents, so you don't have to worry about it." After saying that, Liang Yushu stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "Let me order some dumplings for you."

Jiang Mu looked at Liang Yushu's back and didn't know what to say for a moment. He was only moved in his heart.

Probably parents all over the world are the same. No matter how much they say they dislike it, it is their own child after all, so how can they really not feel bad for it?

Since he started to study in the evening during this period, Liang Yushu saw him getting up early in the morning and coming back in the middle of the night. She was worried that he would be hungry when he came back and had nothing to eat, so she stayed up until he came back every time just to get him something to eat.

A big bowl of dumplings, a little spiky. After Jiang Mu finished eating, his stomach felt a little bulging, and when he burped, it tasted like shepherd's purse meat.

The love from a mother is always so simple and unpretentious, yet makes people feel heavy and a little supportive.

Seeing that Jiang Mu had finished eating everything, Liang Yushu also showed a satisfied smile, and did not forget to say: "After you finish eating, wash up quickly and rest early. It will be the third mold soon, so don't drop the chain, do you hear me?"

?”

"Okay, Mom." Jiang Mu responded.

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The next day, Jiang Mu went to school as usual.

After the morning reading class, many people in the classroom took out the bought breakfast from their desks to eat.

For high school seniors, they can only sleep a little longer in the morning, and breakfast time is compressed into recess.

Jiang Mu also took out the rice balls prepared for him by Comrade Liang Yushu and a bottle of soy milk. He read a book and ate his breakfast over and over again.

He Shun gnawed on the bun in his hand and said with some envy: "Brother Mu, why is your breakfast different every day?"

The most he could do was make vermicelli buns today and pickled vegetable buns tomorrow, but they were all bought from Barbie's steamed bun shop on the roadside. Anyway, he still ate buns, unlike Jiang Mu, who was different every day.

"My mother got up early to prepare it." Jiang Mu glanced at the two idiots. As expected, after a night, his emotions were almost gone.

"I'm so envious." He Shun looked at it eagerly, feeling for a moment that the buns in his hand were a little boring.

"By the way, you and Jiang Qianqian are going to have dinner tonight, right?"

"Well……"

When the other party mentioned it like this, Jiang Mu suddenly remembered that he hadn't approved the other party's friend application yet?

I really can't blame him, mainly because I was so tired last night that I almost fell asleep without even looking at my phone.

"Take me with you tonight, best wingman to get to know you!" Seeing that Jiang Mu didn't say anything, He Shun simply volunteered.

Jiang Mu glanced at this guy: "What, what are you thinking?"

"Hehe, don't worry, we are not trying to steal my buddy's girl. I just think the little bestie next to Jiang Qianqian is quite pretty..."

"Why, you want to chase someone?" Jiang Mu looked at the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, and thought to himself that it is true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance.

Not long ago I was worried about Liu Yue, but now I have a new goal.

A real scumbag!

He Shun's expression changed and he said seriously: "Brother Mu, don't talk nonsense. I just want to make friends."

"Oh, you learn very quickly." Jiang Mu felt that this kid was quite talented.

Not long after, Jiang Mu and his class teacher walked into the classroom. It was their math teacher, a bald man named Zhang Hao.

When they saw each other, the class instantly became quiet.

Unlike Qiao Qianhui, who was like a friend to her classmates, this Zhang Hao was the template of a traditional teacher. He always had a sullen face every day, acting as if someone owed him money.

However, fortunately, after entering the senior year of high school, the other party didn't bother to care about them. They rarely came to the classroom except for class, but once they did, something must have happened.

And it’s definitely a bad thing!

Looking at each other's expressions, many people lowered their heads slightly, wondering if they had committed anything recently.

"Jiang Mu, come with me."

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In the office.

Jiang Mu followed Zhang Hao and walked in, standing in front of the table with the look of a good student on his face.

Zhang Hao didn't say anything. He first picked up the cup with tea left aside, took a small sip, and then looked at Jiang Mu.

"You know why I'm looking for you, right?"

"Know."

"You kid will really cause trouble for me." Zhang Hao glared at him angrily.

He just got the news today that a student in his class smashed the backboard.

At first, he thought he had made a mistake. After all, among those guys in the class, no one was heard to be good at basketball.

There was a campus basketball game and their class was at the bottom.

Dunk? Does this have anything to do with the students in their class?

"Hey, Lao Zhang, what happened this time? Do you want to write a review?" Jiang Mu asked with a smile.

He knew Zhang Hao fairly well, and despite the fierce expression on his face at this moment, he was actually a sharp-tongued person.

Eighty percent of it will be fine.

Otherwise, his parents would be called directly to the school.

"Don't give me that playful smile." Zhang Hao made a sullen face and ignored him, then hummed and said, "I heard that you have been playing basketball for two and a half years?"

"Uh... more or less." Jiang Mu glanced at the other party with a somewhat suspicious expression, unsure of what the old fox was thinking.

Zhang Hao looked at Jiang Mu with a threatening look: "Why didn't you join the basketball game?"

Back then, his class had his head shaved several times in a row, which completely disgraced him.

For a while, he kept saying something every day in class, "You can't study or exercise well, what else can you do in the future?"

Jiang Mu obviously remembered something, and his scalp suddenly felt numb.

This old man actually still holds a grudge! He still holds a grudge!

"Aren't you afraid of being distracted? You have to study hard." Jiang Mu said with a simple face.

When he said this, he almost laughed out loud.

I’m still studying. Can you have a little more understanding of who you were back then?

Zhang Hao obviously had the same idea. He glanced at him, but he was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. He casually took a stack of grid paper next to him and said, "A thousand words, no need for me to say more, right?"

Jiang Mu thought it was okay to write a review, but please be sure to communicate the criticism.

I don't know if there is a tacit understanding.

As soon as the idea came to him, Zhang Hao continued: "Go to the podium and read it again during recess, and reflect on your mistakes well and sincerely."

(End of chapter)