The Joy of Rebirth

After all, the knowledge he just gained has not yet been fully digested. As long as he is given enough time, his grades and rankings will not be an obstacle at all.

As Jiang Yachun's Chinese class representative, Ye Bihuang naturally cannot just muddle through the work. In order to improve the learning level of the whole class, he also has to find ways to motivate these students. None of them have the same ability as himself, so of course they have to follow the normal rules.

To study, Ye Bihuang gave a lot of tips on making good use of time, concentrating, talking less and doing more, etc.

These are the most common learning skills, but they are also the essence of learning.

At least in his previous life, Ye Bihuang was able to dominate the entire school without any special abilities, just by saving every second of time.

Yes, every second.

He was very lonely at that time. Without Xiao Qiuruo's company, he couldn't believe what he would have become.

What I spent all my time on was getting those perfect score papers that people couldn't believe, or papers that were close to perfect scores. Every question in it, others thought it was easy after listening to the teacher's explanation, but they never thought of it.

However, if you do it yourself, sometimes you won’t be able to think of the answer for a whole day.

However, Ye Bihuang was able to make it in his previous life, relying on the accumulation of time.

This also indirectly caused his taciturn character.

Although this is sad, it is a price that has to be paid.

"Is there really no secret? You have to concentrate on memorizing it?" A male classmate frowned and walked past Ye Bihuang.

Ye Bihuang stood up with a smile and hooked his shoulders with his hands: "Hey. There are gains and losses. This is the law. If you want good grades, you have to give things that others can't give, such as a serious heart and time.

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When the male classmate heard what Ye Bihuang said, he nodded heavily.

"Yes! I understand."

Ye Bihuang looked at his firm eyes with a faint smile on his lips.

He knew that this sentence might motivate this boy for a week, maybe two weeks, but he would not think about it for a longer period of time.

There may be some influence from foreign objects, but most of it is temporary.

Laziness is human nature.

If you want to reach a certain height by washing external objects, even if you really achieve it, it is still false.

Only the persistence of the original heart is the true self.

Ye Bihuang shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "But this has nothing to do with me, does it?"

Of course, the heavy use of skills today made Ye Bihuang feel a little dizzy. When he got home from school in the evening, he failed to do his homework. He fell on the bed and couldn't sleep. He only felt a numbness in his head and was extremely sad.

"Damn, you must do it step by step next time. If you use this ability too much, it will have such side effects. It's a scam." When he woke up in the morning, Ye Bihuang cursed secretly. It didn't matter whether he did his homework or not. Anyway, this thing is effective for him.

It’s not big. If you have to collect it, the worst thing you can do is use the “Calligraphy Master” skill to write it all over the mountain of books instantly when you get to school.

Sure enough, when we arrived at school, representatives from various subjects began to collect homework, which made Ye Bihuang confused. He remembered that homework was rarely collected in high school.

With a swipe on the notebook, large characters appeared on the notebook. This was yesterday's homework. It took Ye Bihuang five seconds to complete everything.

At noon, Ye Bihuang and Xiao Qiuruo came to her house again.

Before he opened the door, he could smell the aroma of rice and vegetables inside. It smelled so good that Ye Bihuang swallowed his saliva.

"Wow! Is your mother cooking in there?"

"Well, maybe so." Xiao Qiuruo was a little surprised, because usually, his mother would lie in bed waiting for him to cook, and her body was too weak.

When I left home this morning, my mother was obviously still very weak. How could she be able to cook at noon?

When she opened the door, she saw Lin Chun standing in the center of the living room, wearing a large apron and the sleeves of her home clothes rolled up above her elbows. She was bending over and arranging the food on the table.

There were four dishes, one soup, and three bowls of rice on the table. It was obvious that she had known that Ye Bihuang was coming to her house, so she went to the ground to cook.

Seeing Ye Bihuang and Xiao Qiuruo, Lin Chun showed a calm smile on his face: "Bihuang, Ruoruo, you are back."

"Mom, I'm back."

Ye Bihuang nodded without hesitation and asked: "Auntie, do you feel better now?"

Lin Chun stood up straight and said with a smile: "Well, it's much better. Thank you Bihuang for this. If it weren't for your help, my aunt would still be lying in bed and bedridden."

Ye Bihuang waved his hand and said modestly: "It's nothing. In fact, aunt, as long as your mentality gets better and you add some tonics, your body will slowly get better. I just act as an intermediate catalyst."

Lin Chun just smiled at Ye Bihuang like this, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Not only was this young man handsome and sunny, but he also had unpredictable medical skills and was quite brave.

Xiao Qiuruo saw that her mother and Ye Bihuang were only polite, but she couldn't help wanting to eat, so she reached out to take the chopsticks. Lin Chun knocked Xiao Qiuruo's little hands away from the chopsticks: "Go! Wash your hands, don't wash your hands."

How can I eat?"

Xiao Qiuruo was stunned, and quickly smiled and said: "Wash your hands well." After saying that, he waved his hand to Ye Bihuang, "Bihuang, I will take you to wash your hands."

Ye Bihuang nodded: "Okay."

The two walked to the kitchen and turned on the faucet. Under the faucet was a pile of dishes, pots and pans.

Xiao Qiuruo picked up the dishwashing liquid next to the faucet and a plate, dropped the dishwashing liquid on the plate, and started washing the dishes.

Originally, it was supposed to be time to wash hands. After washing hands, it was time to go to eat. Ye Bihuang was just about to say something to stop him when he saw Xiao Qiuruo moving lightly but skillfully, with a quiet and thoughtful look in his eyes, and long eyelashes.

The upturned nose and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised.

All of this turned Xiao Qiuruo and the space she was in into a beautiful and quiet picture.

Ye Bihuang didn't even dare to make any move because he was afraid of breaking the tranquility at the moment.

Maybe it was because the tip of her nose was a little stretched, so Xiao Qiuruo raised her hand to touch the tip of her nose. The foam from the detergent stayed on the tip of her nose, which looked so beautiful and moving under the sun.

Ye Bihuang felt a little suffocated.

He even had an impulse to hug the girl in front of him in his arms at this moment and never let go. She was so touching and beautiful, and he didn't want to give up or let her go.

"Eh? What are you doing? Why don't you wash your hands quickly?" Xiao Qiuruo noticed that Ye Bihuang was looking at her blankly, her nose wrinkled slightly, and she said coquettishly.

"Uh...right now, right away." Ye Bihuang also realized that there was something wrong with his actions, he laughed dryly, pulled his eyes away, opened the faucet gently, put the soap next to him on his hands and started washing his hands.

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He began to have random thoughts in his mind.

Such skillful movements must have been accumulated over time. At that moment when I picked up the plate, there was no hesitation at all. These are all habits I have developed.

How did this beautiful girl live in the past?

He had never understood it in his previous life, but he felt that he should have a deeper understanding in this life.

He is no longer the idiot who spends almost all his time studying. In this life, he wants to be a strong person in terms of human relations, money and power.

Never let others influence your destiny!

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