I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

"Wow!" Ningning.

"Wow!" The other party.

Ningning's scream was frightened.

The other screamed because he was kicked off the bed.

"Yunlin, you have a problem!" The other side yelled, and the sound sounded familiar ...

Ningning fumbled to turn on the table lamp, and after seeing the other person's face clearly, he also yelled: "Li Pingping, you have a problem!"

It was her roommate Li Pingping who was climbing up the other side!

Even if I had a little curly hair, I actually wore a floral skirt of the same style as Yan Qing, and it looked exactly like the photo on the wall of Pei Xuan's house!

"... Why are you dressed like Yan Qing?" Ning Ning looked at her in confusion and angrily, "Want to scare someone?"

Li Pingping seemed to have just cried, her eyeliner turned into two lines of black tears, staring coldly at Ningning.

"He likes Yan Qing, and I have nothing to say. After all, Yan Qing is so beautiful. A man likes her, but what are you?" She said suddenly, "If he must find an ordinary girl, why must he be You can't be me? "

Ning Ning froze for a moment, then reacted: "Have you gone to Pei Xuan?"

Think about it again: suddenly realized: "No wonder you asked me if I would come back at night. As soon as I came back, you got involved?"

She was also dressed up like this, and she knew what she wanted to do.

Li Pingping was not embarrassed, but sneered, looking at Ningning's eyes very strangely.

"He said that my mind was too deep, but where did you get it?" She stared at Ning Ning. "Yan Qing, it was clearly the two of us who did it."

Ningning heard a word of silence.

"... what do you mean by that?" She asked in a deep voice.

"Pretend, you continue pretending." Li Pingping sneered again and again, "But you can't pretend for long. If Mr. Pei chooses you in the end, I will definitely tell him the truth."

... you tell me the truth first! !!

Li Pingping didn't tell the truth in detail, or she thought that they knew it well and didn't need to say more.

Ning Ning was not good at asking her directly, so she had to hold her in her heart and prepare to slam in the future.

The result was that night, the two tossed and turned, neither of them fell asleep.

In the next few days, the cold war between the two, or Li Pingping's unilateral cold war, Ning Ning could not pry anything of value from her mouth, but only a bunch of ridicule and sarcasm. In the growing anxiety, school starts.

"Classmates stand up!"

"Hello teacher!"

Although there are many things in my heart, life must continue, and the play must continue.

"Turn to page 40." Ning Ning, holding her textbooks, started her teaching today.

Fortunately, it was Chinese, and fortunately, junior high school. After a month of surprise, she was still pretty good in teaching, not too good, but not too bad. She stayed on the blackboard with chalk until the end of class. Assignments, then said, "Lead monitor, put away your summer homework."

There was a sound of pulling a cupboard over a schoolbag, and then the squad leader came over holding the workbook.

Seeing each other, Ning Ning was a little surprised.

... smell the rain?

From 1987 to 1990, and from 1990 to 1994, Wen Yu in front of him was different from the last time he met. He is already a beautiful boy.

The hair and eyelashes are still as slender as ever, and the skin color is already very white. The black school uniform is more white, so boys who look like this usually look a little feminine, even a little feminine, but he exudes a life. The breath that people don't enter, fades this femininity.

"Teacher." He raised his handsome face and asked her lightly, "Where are you going?"

Ning Ning returned to God: "Send it to my office."

They entered the office one after the other. It seems that because of the time of the radio exercises, the students and the teachers gathered on the playground. The inside was empty, and only two of them were left.

Wen Yu stooped and put the workbook in her hand on her work table, and was about to get up and leave. There was a saying: "Do you know what happened to Teacher Yan Qing?"

Wen Yu turned to look at Ning Ning around him: "... I know."

"Can you tell me what you think?" Ning Ning's tone was casual, and she just wanted to know the impression of Yan Qing among the students.

"... I don't think much about Teacher Yan." Wen Yu stared at her for a while, "I have a little opinion of you."

Ning Ning confused.

She has always treated Wen Yu as an old acquaintance, so her tone is inevitably intimate, and she will even ask him his opinions without thinking. But putting aside these preconceived ideas, she was now surprised to find that Wen Yu looked at her with a very cold look, even with a hint of ... disgust.

If other students loathe her, it's understandable, because her person is a terrible class teacher, but it shouldn't be like Wen Yu, he doesn't seem to be a teacher who is too harsh on the teacher or has too much homework. Disgusted people.

That said, is there another reason?

"What do you think of me?" Ningning asked, "speak out and listen?"

"Ms. Yan is dead." He looked at Ningning seriously. "Can you stop a little?"

Ning Ning was silent for a moment and asked, "Did I do anything to Teacher Yan?"

Wen Yu just turned away and looked at the door. He didn't seem to want to talk to her anymore, and even felt that the room with her was unbearable, and he wanted to go out.

Ningning looked at him for a moment, then suddenly turned over the lesson plan on the table, took a red pen to write a line on it, and then passed him the lesson plan: "Look."

Wen Yu glanced at the words above, and gave a slight glance.

There are many notes left by Yun Lin on the lesson plan, written by blue pen. Ning Ning copied a paragraph based on that note, written by red pen, contrasting the two-the writing is different.

It is not completely different, at least a few words are similar, but the other is only five images.

"Ask me questions," Ningning said.

"... What?" Wen Yu looked at her doubtfully, not knowing what she wanted to do.

"Ask me." Ning Ning repeated, "Ask me something ... do you think I should know."

Wen Yu stared at her for a long while before he asked hesitantly: "Who was the student who stole something last semester?"

Ningning: "I don't know."

"Who stole what he stole?" Wen Yu asked again.

Ningning: "I don't know."

Wen Yu: "How much is your make-up fee?"

Ningning: "I don't know."

Wen Yu almost suspected that she was deliberately entertaining herself, stiffly saying, "Who was the first place in the final exam last semester?"

Ningning: "Cao Xiaodong."

Wen Yu: "How many essays did you arrange for your summer homework? What's your name?"

Ning Ning: "Eight articles, the names are" My Campus "," My Family "..."

After this kind of answer was maintained for a while, the music of the end of the radio exercise sounded, and Ning Ning smiled and asked, "You see it?"

Wen Yu looked at her with a complex look.

"I have amnesia," Ning Ning said calmly, "not all the memories, but some of them are gone."

In the final analysis, her understanding of Yun Lin is limited.

Limited to Yun Lin's diary.

Although Yun Lin has a habit of keeping a diary, she doesn't want to record everything she encounters in her life, especially those small things that she doesn't care much about.

And after Pei Xuan appeared, her diary completely became a secret love diary. From last semester to this semester, she used almost every page and word of her diary to record her feelings for Pei Xuan. She didn't care about other things.

Therefore, Yun Lin, played by Ning Ning, has a blank memory.

The period between January and July is completely blank.

"... January to July." Wen Yu really pulled out the clues. "What happened during this time, do you not remember at all?"

"I don't remember," Ningning said.

Wen Yu looked at her suspiciously, as if trying to tell the truth from her face.

"I know you have an opinion on me, but there must be a reason for this, right?" Ning Ning looked at him sincerely, "Can you please tell me what happened, let me know the cause and effect, let me know myself Why is it so annoying? "

Wen Yu lowered her head to think. Before he thought about it, the outside corridor began to bang. The students returned from the playground, and several teachers came in one after another.

"... After school." Wen Yu looked back at the movement outside the door. "Come after me after school and ask me what I want to say at that time."

Then he turned back and stared at Ning Ning: "You can forget everything, but you can't forget this thing ... you can't live a little guilty after doing that."