The Joy of Rebirth

Today’s fourth update is for “xixihui5\”.

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"Attention all students! Attention all students! Now gather on the playground..." The school announcement rang at the right time, and Su Wen nudged Ye Bihuang with her delicate hands.

Ye Bihuang rubbed his sleepy eyes as usual and asked what was going on. Only then did he see the whole class starting to walk out carrying their own stools.

"Oh...it turns out to be the opening ceremony...it's really troublesome..." Ye Bihuang stretched out, but saw Huang Lei staring at him on the podium, shook his head and moved

The stool followed Su Wen's hips and walked out of the classroom.

Just a few steps out of the classroom.

Suddenly someone tapped Ye Bihuang on the shoulder.

"Hey! Brother Huang, I didn't see you yesterday or today... Which shift are you in?"

"Class 4." When Ye Bihuang saw it was Lee Kuan Yew, he felt happy in his heart. He suddenly realized that after he arranged for him to go to the provincial high school, he had almost no contact with him. He just did tasks in the mission world every day, and now they suddenly met him again.

, it feels like four or five months have passed.

Isn't that right? Ye Bihuang never sleeps, and the time he spends awake in a day is equivalent to the sum of two or three days spent awake by others. He has been doing tasks for the entire two months of summer vacation, isn't it equivalent to four or five months?

"I'm in Class 3, and I haven't seen you much this summer." Lee Kuan Yew is a tall man. Standing with Ye Bihuang, they look like a combination of a giant and a little man. The two of them talking and laughing happily attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

"I stay at home every day and don't go out much, so naturally you can't see me. And you, I haven't seen you looking for me either."

"I went out to work. My father told me to study hard and support myself."

"Child labor!" Ye Bihuang smiled and punched him.

Lee Kuan Yew shook his head: "Piece work is not considered child labor."

"How much do you earn in one summer vacation?"

"Two months, eight hundred yuan." When he said that he was making money, Lee Kuan Yew was obviously very proud. He could already make money on his own, which was much better than his peers. Thinking of the time when he was injured in a fight and could easily spend three to four hundred yuan for bandaging and medical expenses,

Since all that money was earned by his father's hard work, Lee Kuan Yew felt a pang of guilt.

Ye Bihuang gave a thumbs up: "Great!"

The two of them followed the flow of people and walked to the school playground. Lee Kuan Yew asked strangely: "Brother Huang, we are considered to be influential people after all. Why doesn't anyone say hello to us?"

Ye Bihuang curled his lips and said: "You think this is a junior high school? Stop being funny, okay? We are somewhat famous in the experimental junior high school, but we have no influence at all here. I advise you to study hard and don't think about other things every day.

It’s such a mess, don’t forget the 30,000 yuan your father gave you for your own expenses.”

Lee Kuan Yew said angrily: "Oh, I understand." To be honest, he was under a lot of pressure.

Ye Bihuang shook his head slightly: "Okay Guangyao, I will go to the meeting place of Class 4 first. You should stay in your class and think about what you are going to do in the future... Bye." After saying that, Ye Bihuang said

Walked out of the crowd and walked towards the camp of Grade 1 and Grade 4.

He chose a good position - the middle of the boys' camp.

In this noisy playground, he would not go into trouble and enter the mission hall, otherwise he would be taken out every few seconds. How troublesome and boring would that be?

In desperation, he had no choice but to really start sleeping with his head raised. Before going to sleep, he specifically told the people next to him not to disturb him. He was "wake up" too many times today, which made him a little inexplicably irritable.

He only felt that he vaguely heard a deep voice speaking, and then he gradually fell into a dream.

He saw the face he had fantasized about for a long time - Jiang Yachun.

Jiang Yachun was wearing a purple fishtail skirt and a light purple lace wide-brimmed hat with a white bottom on her head. She stood in the distance and smiled to herself, and a sound like a silver bell came from her ears.

I saw the gentle purple fishtail skirt blooming on the ground. She walked elegantly and calmly. Under the hat she wore diagonally, she had a calm and gentle face. Her long purple hair was spread behind her back, covering her naked back.

.The violet-scented perfume and diamond necklace add to her feminine sense of maturity.

She walked towards him slowly, and Ye Bihuang felt that his heart was beating rapidly and his throat was a little thirsty.

"Bihuang, Bihuang...are you tired? Lie in my arms and have a good rest." The gentle whisper reached Ye Bihuang's ears, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was soft and soft, and he had no strength at all.

There was no need. Jiang Yachun walked up to Ye Bihuang and held his head in her arms, holding his head between her bulging breasts. At the same time, she put her hands around his neck and gently said these personal words to Ye Bihuang. She was angry.

Spit out like orchid.

Just as Ye Bihuang was about to move his hands, he suddenly heard a shout.

"Classmate Ye Bihuang... Classmate Ye Bihuang... wake up, the opening ceremony is over." The male classmate beside him pushed his arm to wake him up.

Ye Bihuang was about to lose his temper, but he suddenly realized where he was and suppressed his anger. He smiled gently at the boy beside him and said, "Thank you, classmate."

"It's okay. Come back to class quickly. The head teacher has something to talk about." After saying that, the male student held the stool behind his butt and walked forward along with the flow of people.

Ye Bihuang was sitting there recalling the dream just now. He smiled wryly and touched the corner of his mouth with his hand. He found that he had not made any fool of himself and then stood up. Only then did he realize that his little brother had a high fighting spirit and pushed himself

The pants hold up a big tent.

"Damn it..." Ye Bihuang quickly sat down. The small tent must have been propped up because of the erotic dream just now.

In the blink of an eye, Teacher Jiang has been away for almost half a year. In the past six months, there has been no contact between the two via email, MSN, or mobile phone.

Ye Bihuang was a little worried, but he had nothing to do about this situation. He didn't have such powerful abilities now, and he was really powerless to deal with things thousands of miles away.

Teacher Jiang...how is she doing now? Ye Bihuang sighed slightly.

After sitting there for two minutes, the small tent finally gradually drooped down. This was the result of Ye Bihuang trying his best to think of some serious things. If he still had a beautiful woman like Jiang Yachun in his mind, the tent would definitely not be able to fall down until now.

His body in reality can be considered a virgin, and the one in the mission space is actually data.

So... was Ye Zi a virgin when she materialized into reality? Ye Bihuang thought about it for a while, and finally confirmed that it was not... because Ye Zi itself belongs to a kind of data, even if it is

Her appearance in real society is actually determined by her being in the world of "Adventure City".

The real body was broken by Ye Bihuang, so the body in reality must not be a virgin.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly. It was really a bit of a joke to use his pure mental data body to destroy Ye Zi's true virginity.

He stood up, patted his butt, picked up the stool and staggered towards the teaching building.

These are nothing at all, right? Ye Zi is his, no matter the feelings, body, spirit, including love, they are all his.

Those who have it or don’t have it, don’t mind or care about it at all.

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