Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 38 Registration

After seeing off Zhu Jianjun, Leng Binghan returned home by car with great ambition and some hesitation.

The conductor on the bus was a little surprised to see Leng Binghan riding alone in the bus, but seeing that Leng Binghan was very calm and comfortable, and the fare was not in short supply, he looked at him a few more times and didn't say anything, but he was thinking

Muttering: How can there be such irresponsible parents? It would be too careless for such a small number of children to travel far away alone.

When they got home, it was about the same time as usual after school in the afternoon. Leng Yunyi and the others didn't pay attention. That is, during dinner, grandma asked him why he didn't come home for dinner at noon, but he just made an excuse and dealt with it. So.

Over the years, his performance has always made his family feel at ease. They know that he does things in a measured way and they have great trust in him, so naturally they don't think too much about it.

Such parents are really worry-free. Even they themselves felt uncomfortable at first, but then they gradually got used to it.

The next day, Leng Binghan returned to the normal trajectory at this age and returned to school.

Although the weather is not very cold, the cold weather in winter always makes people feel sad.

The houses on both sides are gray, and the sky and streets are also dimmed. The bare tree trunks on the roadside look very lifeless, and the dead branches with fallen leaves, flying dust and waste paper add to the gloomy mood.

The cold wind blows through the long and narrow streets, seeming to bring sadness. Not only those who claim to be sentimental feel sad, but also the hurried pedestrians on the street, the sparrows perched on the wires, the dogs at the door, and the dens by the stove.

The sleeping cat and even the thin horse carrying the heavy load felt the breath of the long and severe winter.

Walking into the campus, looking at those young faces, the figures playing around, and listening to the crisp and happy laughter, Leng Binghan had a lot of thoughts inexplicably: Yesterday, there was a conspiracy in the casino, and the money passed through was thousands.

Tens of thousands, no matter what the means for the future; today he has returned to the life of a second-year elementary school student. The contrast between the two is so great that he was at a loss for a while, and a little scared, not knowing which one was the right one.

Real, just like dreaming.

Before she even reached the classroom in a daze, Leng Binghan was stopped by her head teacher Li Zhixiong.

"Teacher Li, do you have a problem with me?" Leng Binghan looked at Li Zhixiong's smiling face and his bulging eyes behind his thick glasses. He thought it was quite funny no matter how he looked at it.

Perhaps to maintain his dignity, Li Zhixiong always had a straight face in front of students, just like a rare sunny day in a rainy day. He rarely showed a smile. Of course, except in front of Leng Binghan, this was very strange.

It doesn't fit his nickname of "Li Yanwang".

Li Zhixiong looked at Leng Binghan with a smile, his voice was very soft, and he asked kindly: "Xiaohan, are you done with everything? It seems that you are not in good spirits, please don't get sick."

"It's all done. Thank you for your concern, Teacher Li. I'm fine. I just didn't have a good rest." Leng Binghan said politely. He has always been kind to people who are kind to him, no matter whether there are any hidden intentions behind them.

Reciprocal courtesy.

"That's good, that's good." Li Zhixiong still said with a smile: "If you have any questions, tell me in time, and I will try my best to help you solve it. Also, Xiaohan, the Winter Games will be in one week. As a

Monitor, please organize this matter well, I believe you will be able to do a good job."

Hearing what Li Zhixiong said, Leng Binghan suddenly remembered that every winter in his previous life, the school would hold a winter sports meeting. Including the opening ceremony on the first day, there were three days in total. The sports meetings in elementary schools were not very formal.

The events include sprinting, long-distance running, high jump and long jump. However, since there are no classes these days, the students are like open ducks, very excited and happy, just like celebrating a festival.

"Teacher Li, don't worry. I will definitely organize this sports meeting and ensure that the class achieves the best results." Leng Binghan replied loudly. Since I have become the monitor, I still have to do my duty.

"Okay, okay, I have confidence in you." Li Zhixiong seemed to be even happier, nodding his head and saying: "Okay, class is about to start, you go ahead."

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Li."

After bidding farewell to Li Zhixiong, Leng Binghan quickly walked into the classroom.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Xin rushed over and said excitedly: "Brother Xiaohan, you are here."

Since that conflict, whether it was his own consciousness or the consciousness instilled by his parents, Zhao Xin has completely become Leng Binghan's die-hard follower, following him wherever he goes. Leng Binghan didn't come to school yesterday, which made him really sad.

I'm not used to it, and I don't seem to have the energy to do anything.

Zhao Xin's enthusiasm made Leng Binghan a little unbearable. Fortunately, the bell rang for class at this moment, and Leng Binghan sent Zhao Xin away, who was reluctant to leave, and returned to his seat.

Before he sat down, he glanced at Chen Ting, but Chen Ting was very focused on looking at the blackboard and didn't seem to pay attention to him.

After standing up for a while in class, the teacher began to teach. To be honest, the lecture was very exciting, but Leng Binghan was not very interested. There was nothing we could do. Put a college student in a second-grade elementary school class and face those things all day long.

It is impossible for him to be even remotely interested in knowledge that is so easy for him.

At this moment, when the teacher turned his back to write on the blackboard, a small piece of paper was suddenly handed over to him, which surprised Leng Binghan. He looked at Chen Ting at the same table, only to see her sitting upright.

He stood with his hands flat on the desk, straightened his back, and looked straight ahead, as if he was paying attention to the lecture without any distractions, as if he was not doing anything.

Leng Binghan was very puzzled and had to open the note, only to see a few words written on it: I heard the teacher said you were sick yesterday, are you okay? There was also a cartoon head drawn on the back, scratching his head with his hands, and his eyes turned up.

He seemed a little confused and worried.

He looked at Chen Ting again, just in time to catch her sideways glance, but quickly turned back, as if nothing had happened. However, Leng Binghan could clearly see her ears and suddenly changed.

Get crimson.

Seeing such a situation, Leng Binghan almost couldn't help it. This Chen Ting is really funny. I didn't expect that she would care about him. But she asked for personal leave. How could she care about her body? Could it be that the teacher told them

Are you sick?

Without thinking too much, Leng Binghan grabbed the pen and wrote below: It's okay, thank you for your concern.

After the note was handed over, Chen Ting quickly glanced at the content on the note, and then wrote at the bottom: No one cares about you, but you just have a difficult problem that you don't know how to solve, and you can't find anyone to ask.

Haha, Leng Binghan said with a smile in his heart: He really wanted to save face and suffer. He ignored her, took out the special notebook from his schoolbag, and started his daily work in the classroom.

When Chen Ting saw Leng Binghan ignoring her and starting to do his strange things again, she felt angry and annoyed. She heard that he was sick yesterday and did not come to school. She looked at the empty seat next to her and suddenly felt that something was missing.

My heart felt empty and uncomfortable. I finally saw him come today. Although I repeatedly told myself not to be distracted in class and to listen carefully, I still couldn't help but write him that note. Who knew this person was so inappropriate?

What's going on, I'm so angry that I really want to kick him twice to relieve my hatred.

Finally, get out of class was over, and the teacher had just walked out of the classroom. The students were planning to run outside to go crazy, whether it was to go to the toilet or run around, just to relax. Leng Binghan stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, please wait a moment. Excuse me, I’ll waste everyone’s time for a minute.”

Since Leng Binghan became the squad leader, this kind of situation has rarely happened. Something must have happened, so everyone stopped and the whole classroom suddenly became quiet, and they were all ready to listen carefully to what Leng Binghan had to say.

Seeing that the eyes of the whole class were focused on him, Leng Binghan said: "I believe everyone knows that the Winter Games are next week. I hope everyone can actively sign up to participate and strive to get a good ranking for the class. Can

Please go to the sports committee member Gao Fei directly to register your name and participate in the event."

As soon as they heard about the sports meeting, everyone started to get excited again. The results were not very good, but those who were good at sports were even more happy. This was a rare opportunity for them to excel in school, so they certainly couldn’t miss it. Boys especially wanted to be better than girls.

Earning performance in front of me, everyone started shouting and ran to Gao Fei to sign up.

This is good in primary schools. Children have a strong sense of honor and everyone is very active. Unlike middle schools, many people only know how to read and study and are not very keen on such activities. They often ask teachers and class committee members to

It took half a day of mobilization to gather the personnel for all the projects.

But Wen Xin ran over, lying on the cold desk, leaning her head forward, the slightly raised eyelashes on her curved eyes trembling slightly, her face full of a teasing smile, and she chuckled softly.

: "Brother Xiaohan, Teacher Li said yesterday that you were sick, but I don't believe it. Your health has always been so good, and I have never heard that you have ever been sick."

Leng Binghan glared and said fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense, will I not get sick?"

Wen Xin seemed to be startled by his expression at first, and she stepped back, but soon she came over again, her eyes were even crooked, and she said with a smile: "Haha, Brother Xiaohan feels guilty, I saw you the day before yesterday.

I definitely went to play something fun with that uncle yesterday, but if you didn’t take me along, Brother Xiaohan would be bad.”

Leng Binghan smiled bitterly and shook his head. Where is this? It's really hard to guess the little girl's thoughts. However, she doesn't want her relationship with Zhu Jianjun to be exposed so early. If Wen Xin spreads nonsense about it, she won't tell you when the time comes.

Do you know what will happen?

He had an idea and whispered in Wen Xin's ear: "Xiao Xin, this is our secret, don't tell others."

Wen Xin seemed very excited to share a secret with Leng Bing Han. She laughed, as if she could get very close to him in this way. She looked at Chen Ting on the other side of Leng Bing Han with a rather demonstrative look.

, also said in Leng Binghan's ear: "Brother Xiaohan, this is the secret between the two of us. I will never tell anyone else, not even my parents, haha."

Although their behavior is quite ambiguous, the students in the class seem to have become accustomed to it. Every now and then, Wenxin will go to Leng Binghan to harass her, even if others whisper that she is Leng Binghan's little wife.

Well, everyone thinks it’s stale.

Chen Ting was reading a book on the side, but her eyes were looking at those familiar words, but she couldn't remember the contents at all. Her eyes were looking at the book, but her ears were attentively listening to what Leng Binghan and the others were saying.

Later, Leng Binghan and the others were whispering there. She could only hear rustling sounds, but could not hear anything clearly. However, the intimacy between them made her feel very uncomfortable, but she also

She had no choice but to hum and roll her eyes intermittently. However, apparently neither Leng Binghan nor Wen Wen noticed that her fist seemed to hit the cotton, which made her feel defeated and seemed to be helpless.

Before noon, sports committee member Gao Fei came to Leng Binghan to complain. There was no problem in registering for other events in the Winter Games, but the men's and women's 1,000-meter long-distance races, the men's 400-meter and the women's 200-meter events were really difficult.

No one signed up, and Gao Fei was good at sprinting and high jump and long jump, and he had signed up for all three. He mobilized many people and everyone shook their heads, so he had to come to Leng Binghan to find a solution.

"Okay, leave all these to me." Leng Binghan is also a big head. These events are different from fifty meters, one hundred meters, high jump and long jump. If it doesn't work, you can still put it on the shelves. Just participate

Okay, it’s not too hard, and it’s easy to mobilize. It’s okay for second-grade students to complete these projects, which is a big challenge for physical strength and endurance. But what can I do? Who makes himself the squad leader?

Woolen cloth?

It really doesn't work out. The men are the only ones to win the 400m and 1,000m. But what about the women's events? Should they abstain?

Leng Binghan was having a headache when Chen Ting suddenly said: "Leave the four hundred meters to me."

"You?" Leng Binghan opened his eyes wide and looked at Chen Ting in disbelief.

"Why, you don't believe me?" Chen Ting seemed anxious, her delicate face turned red, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

"No, no." Leng Binghan said quickly: "It's not easy to run four hundred meters. You have to maintain speed and have sufficient physical fitness. I'm worried about your body..."

"Why, you look down on me?" Chen Ting seemed to feel Leng Binghan's concern, and her heart felt as happy as eating honey, but she said with a straight face: "After all, I am also from the army, and I often exercise.

, if I can’t do it, others can’t do it even more.”

Leng Binghan looked at her carefully, looking at her slender legs that were tightly stretched by thick cotton pants. It seemed that running could still give her a certain advantage. He nodded, but then his eyes became serious, "Well

, Okay, but you must pay attention to the reasonable allocation of physical strength and master the rhythm. If you really can't do it, don't show off, your body is the most important."

At first, she saw Leng Binghan staring at her legs, which made Chen Ting a little embarrassed. She held her breast in her mouth and didn't dare to raise her head. Her face was even hotter. Now after hearing Leng Binghan's words, her eyes

Shen Ye suddenly became confused and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he laughed and said: "Don't worry, I will pay attention. I have been practicing running four hundred meters since noon, but I think you are right.

, but you must be there to guide me. Since I have participated, I must strive to get first place." At this point, she clenched her fists, and she looked like she would not give up until she achieved her goal.

Leng Binghan smiled and nodded in agreement. He would come home to guide her in practice after lunch.

This little girl is really interesting. She never admits defeat in anything she does. Even she was robbed of the first place in the class by Leng Binghan. She still feels resentful to this day.

Now the women's 400-meter problem was solved, and Leng Binghan was already very satisfied. It would be fine if no one ran the 1,000-meter race, and the worst he could do was give up.

School ended at noon, and Leng Binghan was caught up by Wen Xin before he even left the campus.

Seemingly running too fast, Wen Xin was out of breath and ran to Leng Bing Han. Before she even took a breath, she asked eagerly: "Brother Xiao Han, I heard that Chen Ting signed up to participate in the 400-meter race, right?

"

"Yes." Leng Binghan and some Zhang Er monks were confused, wondering why Wen Xin cared about this issue.

After hearing this, Wen Xin's face changed, and she seemed a little depressed, but she rolled her eyes and asked again: "Then there is still no one to register for the one-thousand-meter race, what is Brother Xiaohan going to do?"

"There's nothing we can do. If it's a big deal, we'll give up." Seeing Wenxin sweating on his head due to running in a hurry, Leng Binghan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Wenxin for her to wipe it with.

This is Leng Binghan's habit. In his previous life, he would always carry a pack of tissues with him wherever he went, to wipe his hands and sweat at any time. But in this era, if there are no tissues, he can only bring one.

Handkerchiefs can basically be used as paper towels as long as they are washed regularly.

Taking the handkerchief, Wen Wen was very happy. He smiled, and his eyes seemed to be so happy that there was only one line left. He gently wiped the sweat on his face and said: "Brother Xiaohan, let me do this one kilometer. Our class can

I can’t abstain from voting. It would be so shameless to spread the word.”

"You?" Leng Binghan was almost petrified. He was so exhausted after just a few steps. How could he still run a thousand meters?

"What am I doing? I've decided like this. If you don't let me sign up, I'll go to sports committee member Gao Fei and Mr. Li to sign up. Anyway, I'm determined to participate. I'll also come to practice at noon. You need to guide me."

Yeah. Hee hee!"

As Wen Xin spoke, she ran away happily, waving the handkerchief Leng Binghan had just given her.

"Hey, this -" Before Leng Binghan could say anything, Wenxin disappeared in a flash.

Forget it, Leng Binghan had to give up. Each of these little girls was more stubborn than the other, so he definitely couldn't persuade them. He could only try to find some tips for them so that they wouldn't have to work so hard. However, this poor handkerchief was just used.

In less than two days, I had no choice but to buy another pair. Fortunately, I won a lot of money yesterday. Leng Binghan thought dully as he walked.