The Joy of Rebirth

"Fortunately, Liu Ye is more conscientious. He gave me all these plasters. If he kept them privately, how would I train him in the future..."

This can't be blamed on Ye Bihuang for being a scornful person in his heart, but because Liu Ye was really too scornful towards him. He couldn't even deform a slight movement and had to redo it. At the end of the day, Ye Bihuang did a lot of exercise that far exceeded Liu Ye's requirements.

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Ye Bihuang muttered while applying the ointment to his joints, elbows and spine.

"So tired, so tired..."

Ye Bihuang just finished wiping it off and fell asleep on the bed without even taking off his clothes.

The moon in the sky was so clear, shining on everything in the world. She seemed to be smiling slightly, looking at Ye Bihuang with a kind smile.

Youth is a short-lived dream. When you wake up, it has already disappeared without a trace. Just like Shakespeare's famous saying, the days passed are often irreversible.

If anyone has the opportunity to go over again, to read the hasty book of youth again, to make up for the regrets that make him sad, and to let his life shine with splendid light, he will undoubtedly be the lucky one among hundreds of millions of people.

...

Ye Bihuang was shaking violently. He tried to open his eyes and was sweating profusely.

When he saw a wind chime on the ceiling, Ye Bihuang suddenly became quiet.

"It's so dangerous, I'm really here..."

Since his rebirth, Ye Bihuang always doubted whether he was really reborn. Every time he went to bed, he was afraid that he would return to that useless life when he woke up. But every time he woke up, it was this vivid and beautiful life.

This world, this world where my parents are still there and my dreams are still there.

When Ye Bihuang woke up from the long dream of traveling through time and space and found himself lying on a soft single bed, his panicked heart finally calmed down!

With his mind in confusion, Ye Bihuang slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. His body was still extremely sore. He saw that this was a very simple small bedroom. There was a small table and a chair next to the single bed.

There was a light blue backpack on the table, with a lot of stuff inside.

Is this his neat little bedroom a few years ago? He was deeply impressed by that schoolbag, which his mother bought for him when he was in fifth grade.

He bit his lower lip with his upper and lower teeth and felt the pain very clearly. This was definitely not a dream.

He just had a terrible dream, in which he dreamed that he was forty years old and a loser.

With light steps, Ye Bihuang opened the door of the small bedroom and walked out. He looked around with blank eyes. The living room was completely filled with furnishings from when he was in junior high school, a worn-out sofa, a coffee table with worn edges, and a combination cabinet that had lost its luster.

, and an 18-inch TV.

After seeing all this clearly, Ye Bihuang breathed a sigh of relief quietly. He had to do one last thing to make himself sure. He quickly ran towards the long mirror hanging on the wall, and what he saw was a picture that could not be discussed.

His handsome young face is exactly what he looked like when he was in junior high school.

"Fortunately, the dream was false."

"Son, did you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom?"

His mother rubbed her groggy eyes and looked at Ye Bihuang. Ye Bihuang looked at the familiar face, the mother who had always loved him, and suddenly felt sour in his heart. At home, his mother and father were the closest people to him and the most important.

For those who care about him, if he makes the slightest movement, his mother will wake up from her sleep.

"Mom..." Ye Bihuang threw himself into his mother's arms. He must change this time and change the established fact.

"Be good, go to the toilet quickly, untie your hands and go to sleep."

When Su Yu saw that nothing happened, she patted Ye Bihuang's shoulder, then rubbed her eyes and went to sleep.

"Mom, I will definitely save you two this time and won't let you leave me again."

Ye Bihuang's parents died suddenly when Ye Bihuang was in the third year of junior high school. This was a huge blow to Ye Bihuang. The reason was that the two went to Yanjing to see a doctor, but they encountered the legendary plane crash.

Ye Bihuang frowned and walked towards the school. He remembered that today was the most painful day in his life, the most unforgettable day, although it was weaker than Xiao Qiuruo's time.

But it was enough to change his life.

Today, last month's monthly exam results are due to be released. Ye Bihuang remembers it very clearly. Maybe he was too playful some time ago. He secretly stayed up all night a few days before the exam, resulting in a complete failure during the exam.

No, the final test scores were very

The difference was so bad that it reached rock bottom. It can be said to be the lowest point in Ye Bihuang's life. However, it was precisely because of this that his head teacher, Guo Baomin, a Chinese teacher, strongly criticized him. His words were very explicit and he almost cursed.

.

Originally, Guo Baomin's image in the eyes of students was not good, and coupled with his crazy criticism that day, Ye Bihuang hated him even more.

However, Guo Baomin was so powerful that Ye Bihuang did not dare to resist him. In the end, he had to endure it, and he did not raise his head in front of his classmates for a whole year. For this reason, he was so young and energetic that he even hid under his quilt in aggrieved manner.

I cried secretly for several nights.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the class, the whole class was silent except for Ye Bihuang, who arrived late at school, and his movements of packing his schoolbag were particularly jarring.

Even though Ye Bihuang tried his best to move softly, it was still very loud.

"Ye Bihuang, stand up!"

Just as Ye Bihuang was about to sit down, he heard Guo Baomin's sharp scolding. Ye Bihuang stood up. At least for now, he couldn't fight against Guo Baomin.

The whole class looked at Ye Bihuang with pity, knowing that he must be unlucky today, otherwise the class teacher would never look like this. Ye Bihuang also felt a headache.

"Ahem... Now let me start reading our monthly exam results last month! Let me focus on two people first. The first one is the number one in our class, Lan Muchi! She won the eighth place in a row!

The next month’s exams included the final exam and the midterm exam, and she came first in the class! Everyone congratulates her.”

The whole class burst into loud applause, with some boys drumming particularly vigorously.

The behavior of these boys is understandable.

Lan Muxi is the school belle and is extremely popular in the class. In addition, she studies very well, so she is known as the little fairy in the whole school. It is conceivable that Lan Muxi has a high rating among the boys.

How high. Lan Muxi has many suitors, at least a hundred. Of course, they are invisible. It is obvious that there are five or six. Ye Bihuang cannot count them at all.

Ye Bihuang glanced at Lan Muchi, with pity in his eyes, because he knew that there was a huge crack in the heart of this girl who was as beautiful as a water lily - her cousin suffered from depression because of her parents' divorce, and finally because of unbearable

Tortured by illness, she jumped off a building and died. Lan Muchi was deeply loved by her brother

Due to the influence of her brother, she also developed depression, but her depression is very rare, called invisible depression syndrome. It will not show up at all at ordinary times, and will only show up slightly when there is no one around. All depression

They are all accumulated until finally they can no longer be suppressed and burst out.

In the previous life, this little girl committed suicide by jumping off the building when she was in the third grade of junior high school. She left a bright and sad blood-red rose under the teaching building, which left a very deep impression on Ye Bihuang.

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