Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Several friends of the "Little Gang of Five" sat in the boiler room of Chujin, sharing the delicious food that everyone brought from different cities.

Wang Junyang brought Caizhizhai’s rice dumplings, sliced ​​sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, buttery peanuts, buttered plum, dried tangerine peel, spiced beans, and Meizhen-scented dried meat.

Ding Yi and Ding Miao brought from Taicheng the dried sweet potatoes dried by the old man himself, as well as various flavours of Melaleuca crispy pancakes, black sesame and chestnut-flavored champion crisps.

The days before school starts every year, and the days when we get together in the boiler room are the happiest times for my friends.

"Wang Junyang, what kind of **** did you use to deduct your name? Looking at your sparkling text, can you change it?"

Ding bit the dried pork in his mouth, and cast a disgusted look at Wang Junyang.

Wang Junyang reached out his hand and knocked Ding Yi's head, and said impatiently: "You don't want to say anything if you eat what I brought, Ding Yi, you are good!"

"Puff haha, but Yang Yang, your screen name is really too non-mainstream..."

Song Qiaoxi took a buttery plum, stuffed it in her mouth, and agreed with what Ding Yi said.

After speaking, she raised her eyes to look at Wang Junyang, Xing's eyes curled, and she couldn't help but laugh again.

She felt that the boy with a healthy complexion and a refreshing single eyelid in front of her didn't look like a "fat pig flow" lover.

Looking at Wang Junyang, he lowered his head in a panic, and deliberately avoided her gaze.

Wang Junyang stretched out his hand and scratched the skin on the back of his neck, muttering softly, "Oh? Even Xixi feels the same way, oh, I'll go back and change it..."

"Damn! Wang Junyang, you are truly an internationally renowned double standard! I just asked you to change it and you don't change it...uuuuu..."

Ding Yi pushed his glasses, and pointed Wang Junyang with his oily fingers to complain to Ding Miao and Song Qiaoxi. The next second, Wang Junyang stuffed his mouth with a handful of spiced beans and choked hard to speak.

After spending a long time, Ding Yi swallowed the spiced beans in his mouth, grabbed another piece of dried pork, turned around and handed it to Chu Jin, "I'm choking to death, you guys are all in foreign languages ​​at the beginning of school, Chu Jin, Are you assigned to the same class?"

"I won't eat, thank you." Chu Jin waved his hand, raised his head from the book, and glanced at Song Qiaoxi, "I'm experimenting in class 1, Song Qiaoxi's experiment in class 2."

Song Qiaoxi nodded, and with the words, Mei turned her head and asked Wang Junyang: "Miaomiao is also a class, which class is Wang Junyang?"

"My thirteenth class."

Wang Junyang didn't look at her either, just grabbed something and stuck it in his mouth.

"Come on, then we two are brothers and sisters, and no one is with them. Sister Miao and Chu Jin can be company."

Song Qiaoxi sighed while supporting her cheek with both hands.

"Xixi, you have acquaintances in your class, and Zhao Xin is also in the second experimental class." Ding Miao raised her eyes and said in a low voice.

"Hey, how do you know?" Song Qiaoxi asked in surprise.

"Oh, he sent me a button in the morning..." Ding Miao's eyes were a little erratic, and then she handed Song Qiaoxi a peanut candy like a change of topic, and took a glance at Chu. "Don't worry, Xi Xi, I will definitely help you look at Chu Jin in the first experimental class."

Song Qiaoxi was confused when she heard it, blinked her eyes and looked at Ding Miao, and asked ignorantly: "Why are you looking at him? Where can Chu Jin go? He won't fly with wings anymore... "

At this time, Ding Yi poked his head over mysteriously, and said to Song Qiaoxi in an expression of "answering questions": "Xixi, don't you know? I heard that the handsome beautiful guy from your foreign language school is out. There are many famous people, especially the experimental class. They all say that the girls in the experimental class are beautiful and good at studying. Think about it, Chu Jin has been in our normal school affiliated primary school for so many years. Isn’t it dangerous to learn a foreign language?"

"There are so many good-looking girls and handsome boys? What's wrong with this? Isn't it a good thing? Why is it dangerous?"

Song Qiaoxi still stared at him, asking Ding Yi seriously.

"Okay, Ding Yi, we Xixi is so innocent, we can't be broken by you." Ding Miao gave Ding a blank look. "The comic books you read recently can be hidden, but dad found out that he would be careful to beat him. Break your leg."

Ding Yi shrinks his neck guiltily.

Song Qiaoxi found a comic book next to Ding Yi's chair with "Human Computer Angel Heart" written on the cover. Just about to take a look at it, Sister Ding Miao grabbed her shoulders.

Ding Miao pulled Xixi to her side. She touched Song Qiaoxi’s long soft hair and smiled and said, “Don’t listen to my stinky brother talking nonsense, and don’t follow him to read those comics. I was just talking about it. Don't take it seriously, don't worry, sister Miao will also protect you."

"No..." Song Qiaoxi couldn't tell, she always felt something weird.

Afterwards, several children's topics, from the first step of the Harry Potter movie series "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets", which will be released in November 2002, talked about a stack of Taiwanese idol drama VCDs that Song Qiaoxi brought back from Beijing.

Song Qiaoxi is like offering treasures, holding a stack of CDs brought back from Beijing, learning to buy the discs to her friends Amway, "These films are really good-looking, not the same as the TV series we usually watch, even my dad and me. Mom likes to watch it, but our family doesn't like it at all."

When Song Qiaoxi said "our house", she didn't notice the subtle expressions on the faces of several friends...

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September 2, 2002 was the first day of the junior high school of Qizhou Foreign Language School.

On the first day of school, Wang Junyang’s mother took the initiative to invite Ying, and drove her luxury imported Passat to send their four children who were admitted to the foreign language to school.

Mother Wang was also on the way. It just so happened that the foreign language school was very close to her head office of beauty salon.

Qizhou Foreign Language School is farther away from the newspaper compound than the No. 2 Normal School. Fortunately, there are direct buses and the Foreign Language School provides lunch at noon.

The school will arrange for students to take a lunch break in the classroom at noon, or use the lunch break to participate in club activities.

In this way, several children only use two trips a day to go to and from school, and it is safe to take a companion together. It is very convenient for the bus to and from the school for more than one hour.

Ding Yi is the only member of the Little Five People's Gang who failed to pass the foreign language exam.

Early in the morning, Ding Yi went to school triumphantly on the new variable-speed mountain bike that Ding's father bought him.

This boy, it is not a pity not to learn a foreign language. According to his words, "I am a Chinese, so I don't have any extra kung fu to learn bird language!"

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin also carried the Jansport schoolbag that Song father bought from Hong Kong. After thanking mother Wang, several children got out of the car and entered the foreign language school campus with a large group of troops, and formally began their junior high school life.

In the eyes of adolescent boys and girls, the most important reason for the reputation of foreign languages ​​is not the excellent English teaching, the free and relaxed school spirit, the colorful club activities, and the high submission rate of key universities.

It is a foreign language school with the best uniforms in Qizhou.

In 2002, school uniforms for primary and secondary schools in Qizhou were generally loose-fitting sportswear with rough materials and rustic colors, which was too ugly to look directly at it.

No matter how good-looking adolescent boys and girls, wearing sportswear like sack films, there is no "youth" at all.

But the school uniforms of foreign language schools are customized according to the height and weight.

It is divided into three types: school opening ceremony, weekly flag-raising ceremony, formal dresses for major occasions, daily casual suits, and sportswear, each of which is divided into two styles: summer and winter.

In September this year in Qizhou, it was a bit cold sooner or later, and the school required formal dresses to be worn on the first day of school.

Boys and girls have similar blouses with different tailoring. They are all dark blue Japanese-style slim suits, with a white pattern on the neckline and cuffs of the suit.

Girls wear a round-necked white shirt with dark red and navy blue stripes, while boys wear a pointed white shirt with dark red, navy and blue stripes.

The lower body of the girl is a gray thin woolen pleated skirt, the boy is trousers of the same color as the uniform top, the shoes of the formal dress are also uniform black leather shoes, and the girl has a pair of navy blue stockings.

I have to say that people rely on clothes, horses and saddles. Several twelve or three-year-old children are already exquisite and cute, and they look even more impressive in this uniform.

Especially Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, they have won the attention of many students from the same school along the way.

Experiment 1 of the first grade in the classroom on the east side of the first floor, experiment 2 and 1 are next to each other, the two classrooms are separated by a wall, and the remaining ordinary classes from 2 to 18 are all on the west side. building.

Wang Junyang separated from them first and went to the west teaching building.

Ding Miao whispered to Song Qiaoxi before entering the classroom, "Xixi, a few people just said that you are like a girl who came out of an anime."

"Oh?" Song Qiaoxi is obviously not used to being the "focus" in the crowd. She stroked her hair with her hand a little awkwardly, "Miaomiao, is that good or bad?"

"Of course it's good. I read the school post in advance. It is estimated that when the club recruits new members in the afternoon, the senior sisters from Hot Dance Club and the basketball babe will try to grab your head."

Ding Miao smiled and poked her on the cheek, looking at her like an innocent little sister.

Speaking of clubs, Song Qiaoxi came to the spirit, "This afternoon club recruits new members? Then I'm going to the photography club, Miaomiao, which club would you like to sign up for?"

"I want to sign up for the debate club." Ding Miao said while pushing his glasses.

Across Ding Miao, Song Qiaoxi asked Chu Jin, who was standing at the door of the classroom and attracted the attention of many girls, "Chu Jin, what club do you want to sign up for?"

"I'm not interested, I won't report anything." Chu Jin said flatly, shook his head.

"Yes, I guess you will be caught by the math teacher for a competition soon..." Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue and waved to Chu Jin and Ding Miao, "Then we'll see you after school!"

Holding the strap of the schoolbag with both hands, Song Qiaoxi stepped into the classroom of the second experiment class.

On the first day of school, children who have just entered junior high school are generally a little bit shy, except for a few students who already know who are talking in a low voice, the class is not as noisy as the classrooms of elementary school.

She found an empty seat and sat down, put her schoolbag into the hole in the table, feeling a little disturbed.

Suddenly, aware of someone poking her in the back, Song Qiaoxi turned her head to see that she was a cute little girl with a blushing face and a fleshy face, with a hair style like broth and noodles.

The little girl lay on the desk and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Qiu Mengmeng, can I be friends with you?"

"Hello, my name is Song Qiaoxi, of course I can."

Song Qiaoxi smiled at Qiu Mengmeng. The little girl at the back table reminded her of herself when she was a child. Maybe apart from her hairstyle, she has always been such a cute and cute image in the eyes of others, right?

"Song Qiaoxi, you look so beautiful, do you have self-curling hair? Some people say, do you look like a foreigner!"

Qiu Mengmeng was about to be stunned by Song Qiaoxi's smile, she stretched out her hand, touched Song Qiaoxi's hair and said enviously.

Between adolescent little girls, just a few words can build trust and goodwill.

Song Qiaoxi smiled and said, "Thank you Mengmeng, you are also very good-looking. My hair is self-curling, and I still envy your straight hair. I secretly told you that I want to do an ion perm and straighten my hair. ......"

After a while, Zhao Xin also walked into the classroom with his schoolbag on his back. Song Qiaoxi saw this old acquaintance at a glance and waved him to sit over.

Starting today, Zhao Xin has become Song Qiaoxi's new tablemate.

Soon, Song Qiaoxi and the classmates who were sitting nearby became one.

When teacher Qi came to the classroom and asked the students to introduce themselves, the students in the class were even more surprised that Song Qiaoxi, who was as beautiful as a fairy in the second experiment class, turned out to be the first place in their class's entrance exam!

After the whole day, Song Qiaoxi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The learning atmosphere of the experimental class is very strong, and it is all about healthy competition. The students in the class are very friendly and the teachers' teaching styles are very diverse.

She really likes foreign language schools, with a free and relaxed teaching atmosphere. In foreign language classes, she doesn't even need to raise her hands to wait for the teacher to call her name, and she can ask questions directly.

Everything in junior high school is a fresh experience for Song Qiaoxi.

But the freshness was over. When she was in class, she would always unconsciously think of Chu Jin and Ding Miao in the next experimental class, and Wang Junyang, who was a little far away from them, in class 13 and didn’t know her partner. Did everything go well on the first day of the first day of junior high school?

When it was time for recruiting new clubs in the afternoon, Song Qiaoxi neatly packed her schoolbags, and was about to go to the first experimental group to find Chu Jin and Ding Miao.

A few friends made an appointment in Mother Wang’s car. After class, they will go to the basketball club to recruit new clubs together, and then take the bus home together.

"Song Qiaoxi..." Zhao Xin at the table called her in a low voice, and asked with a little embarrassment, "Do you know what club Ding Miao wants to sign up for?"

Song Qiaoxi has stood up, stopped and turned back to Zhao Xin and said, "Ah, Miaomiao told me that I want to sign up for the debate club. Do you have any clubs you want to join? Come and see with us. All clubs are recruiting new people today. The activities are all in the school’s indoor basketball hall, and you can register today and tomorrow."

"No need, you go, Debating Club, right?"

Zhao Xin shook his head, smiled shyly, and confirmed again.

"Well, I'm sure." Song Qiaoxi nodded, remembering Uncle Zhao's entrustment in Beijing, and then said, "Yes, Zhao Xin, your father asked me to tell you, if you need him, please contact him more. You I didn’t go to Beijing during the summer vacation. Uncle Zhao always missed you. How about calling him more when I have time? I’m leaving first and see you tomorrow.”

Zhao Xin lowered his head, "Oh, thank you, I see, see you tomorrow."

When Song Qiaoxi left the front door of the second experiment class, she saw Chu Jin carrying her schoolbag on one shoulder, leaning on the railing and waiting for her.

Seeing her coming out, she raised her chin and called her softly to Song Qiaoxi, but she didn't hear the sound, only from the shape of her mouth, Chu Jin called "Xixi".

Every time Chu Jin called her nickname, it seemed to be smiling. His beautiful peachy eyes and corners of his mouth were all crooked.

I don't know why. It's okay not to see Chu Jin. When I saw him, Song Qiaoxi's chest rose inexplicably.

It seems that from school...

She and Chu Jin really haven't been separated for such a long time.

But in just one second, Song Qiaoxi returned to the silly play of silly fun when she was a child. She remembered her promise to herself, "to learn to grow up."

Song Qiaoxi leaped like a little rabbit to Chu Jin's side, slammed his shoulder against his arm, pretending to smile and asked, "How about the first day of school? The first classmate Chu in the first experiment class?"

The smile in the corner of Chu Jin's eyes deepened, as if seeing her, his mood became especially clear.

But Chu Jin didn't answer her, instead he directly asked, "Student Song, who is the number one in the second experiment class, how about your first day of school?"

"I think..." Song Qiaoxi looked up at him and said with a smile, "It's good, the classmates are very nice and friendly, and Zhao Xin and I are at the same table, and we are also acquaintances in the primary school attached to the normal school. Like you said, I have to believe in myself if I am so good, and I can shine like in the second experiment class, right?"

"That's good." A meaningful smile crossed Chu Jin's eyes.

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. It was obviously the question she asked first. How did she report the situation to Chu Jin by herself?

Song Qiaoxi didn't want to suffer, and hurriedly asked: "What about you, alas, where did Miaomiao go, why haven't you come?"

"Ding Miao is now the monitor. I went to the teacher's office. Come here in a while." Chu Jin finished speaking, pursing his pale lips, lowered his head slightly, and said in a voice that was so soft that only two people could hear, "Actually, I am a little bit Not used to..."

After speaking, Chu Jin tugged the black schoolbag strap with one hand, and glanced at the schoolbag with his head tilted.

"What's not used to it? You are so strong. When you were in elementary school, you did the Mathematical Olympiad questions in junior high and high school. How could you not be used to..."

Song Qiaoxi kept her mouth flat and didn't believe Chu Jin said that he was not used to junior high school courses.

After he previewed the science knowledge points of a summer vacation, Song Qiaoxi felt that he could fully follow the teacher's ideas after class, and it made it easy and effortless.

"..." Chu Jin was amused by her, and shook his head while laughing, as if he had heard something funny.

His thick eyelashes hung down, casting a shadow under his eyes, making Song Qiaoxi unable to see his eyes clearly.

Don't understand, what's so funny about it?

What I said is the truth!

With a rush of footsteps, a tall girl with short hair and glasses ran from the direction of the teacher's office, waved to Song Qiaoxi and shouted: "Xixi, wait for me, I'll go back to the classroom and get my schoolbag!"

"Okay, don't worry about Miaomiao." I didn't see Sister Miao one day, Song Qiaoxi missed her very much, and beckoned when Ding Miao rushed into the classroom of the first experiment class.

After the three people converged, they went to the gate of Class 13 to call for Wang Junyang, and went to the club recruiting club on the indoor basketball court.

Wang Junyang was in the new class very well. According to him, he also got the name "Bancao", although he was immediately ridiculed by the two little girls.

The club recruiting clubs in the basketball court are very lively. Inside are small "street vendors" made up of desks. Each club has done their best to recruit freshmen from the first grade.

Song Qiaoxi had a clear goal and directly signed up for the photography agency. Ding Miao went to line up the registration team for the debate agency. Not to mention, the debate agency was really hot and there were many people in line.

Wang Junyang didn't have much interest in clubs. He was about to sign up for the school basketball team, and together with Chu Jin, he followed the two girls and wandered around boredly.

After the two girls signed up, the "Little Gang of Five" who was missing one person was about to walk outside the basketball hall, when they were suddenly surrounded by two groups of girls.

A group of girls are dressed in a typical Korean style. The upper body is full of black skinny cuties, and the lower body is wearing the most popular big fat pants in the millennium. The trousers are hung with metallic trouser chains, and some are falling. Silver stars, some with golden sequins.

Another group of girls dressed like cheerleading uniforms in American TV series. The tops were blue and white with similar signs in foreign languages, and the lower body was a short white skirt.

Frozen in place, staring at the two groups of people dumbfounded, Song Qiaoxi nervously grasped the sleeve of Chu Jin's school uniform with one hand and Ding Miao's hand with the other.

"School girl, come and join our hot dance club. I think your conditions are particularly good. Our hot dance club will have "Bara Bara Sakura" this semester. Christmas is the finale!"

The Korean-dressed senior took Song Qiaoxi's arm, separated her from her friends, and said affectionately.

The elder sister in cheerleading uniform grabbed Song Qiaoxi’s other arm unwillingly, “Go to the dance club, they’ll just perform on Christmas, come to join our basketball baby, school girl! Foreign language school and experimental high school, teacher’s second Every game of these foreign schools in the affiliated middle school is played by our basketball babies. Our foreign language basketball babies are the most famous!"

"Student girl, of course, go to our hot dance club. We fell in love with her as soon as she entered the school gate in the morning, she was the class flower of the second experiment class!"

"Good class flower, every class flower has to dance basketball baby, such a cute school girl, must join our basketball baby!"

Soon, the two teams were arguing over Song Qiaoxi. In the entire basketball court, the eyes of the students unconsciously focused on a few of them.

"Senior sisters!" Song Qiaoxi couldn't help raising her volume, and drew her arms from their hands.

The quarreling hot dance club senior sister and basketball baby senior sister finally calmed down.

Song Qiaoxi smiled awkwardly and politely. She summed up her language and wanted to tell them that she really didn't know how to dance.

When she was in elementary school, she reported to a dance class on a whim, but the dancing was so bitter that she killed her by splitting her back.

After that, Song Qiaoxi had no other dance experience except for being a literary committee member, who danced children's dances such as "Planting the Sun" and "There is a Girl" in school every June 1st Children's Day.

Before I opened my mouth, I heard a familiar voice, "This is not Song Qiaoxi in our class? The teacher gives you a suggestion, choose one of the two. These two clubs are the top clubs in the school. After class, many students and I recommend it. You become a member of the arts committee. Give us a sample of the second experimental class, and you can't lose the experimental class."

The person here is Teacher Qi, the head teacher of the second experiment class. She is responsible for maintaining the order of students in the club recruiting club today.

"Ms. Qi, do I have to choose one? But, I really don't know how to dance..."

Song Qiaoxi said embarrassedly.

With her "three-legged cat" dance level, it would be shameful to let her dance difficult basketball or street dance.

But being held up by the head teacher, it suddenly became that if she didn't choose one of these two clubs today, it would be difficult for her to end up in the same way.

At this time, Wang Junyang stood up from the crowd and said sincerely: "Xixi, go and jump in basketball baby, I'm going to sign up for the school basketball team..."

The senior sister of the Hot Dance Club took the opportunity to say: "Sister Xixi, "Bara Bara Sakura" is not difficult at all. It is easy to learn. Their basketball babies are very difficult, and they have to backflip and be careful about their necks... ...."

When the senior sister of the Hot Dance Club said, Song Qiaoxi felt a chill on her back, so she hurriedly reached out and touched the back of her neck.

Song Qiaoxi has the answer in her heart if she chooses one of these two societies.

She looked for Ding Miao in the crowd. Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin lower her head and said a few words to Ding Miao. Ding Miao nodded, seeming to agree.

Then, Ms. Miao came over and said in her ear: "Let’s choose a hot dance club. You can use exercise to enhance your physique."

Hearing that her little girlfriend had made the same choice as her own, Song Qiaoxi made her choice more determined, turning around and saying to teacher Qi, "Teacher Qi, let me go to the dance club..."

Amidst the cheers of the hot dance club's seniors, she folded her hands and apologized to the basketball baby's senior sisters, "Senior sister, basketball baby is really too difficult. I'm sorry, sorry..."

So inexplicably, Song Qiaoxi joined the hot dance club on the first day of school in the foreign language school.

The bus to go home came, and the four friends filed in.

"Beep, student card."

At this time in the afternoon, it happened that the car was not very crowded, and there were two vacancies in the back section of the car.

Chu Jin motioned Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao to sit, he and Wang Junyang were alone, protecting the two girls.

For Song Qiaoxi, the first day of life in junior high school was novel and exciting, and it took a lot of energy.

The bus going home takes about 40 minutes. The body is swaying, and she soon feels sleepy, and her head becomes a little bit.

Ding Miao's mentality is always good. Song Qiaoxi saw her take out English extracurricular reading materials from her schoolbag to read, and gave up the idea of ​​dozing off on Miaomiao's shoulder, fearing to disturb her sister Miao's reading.

He yawned, closed his eyes, and leaned his head towards the hard window glass on the left.

What is strange is that Song Qiaoxi did not feel the window frame of her head, the touch of her head was soft, and the tip of her nose could smell a very familiar smell.

Isn't it sleepy enough to have hallucinations?

But this taste, she will not admit it wrong.

For the entire six years of elementary school, as long as Song Qiaoxi was sleepy and tired, her deskmate would take out a cotton sweater from the hole in the table, fold it into a small pillow, and hand it to her.

The smell of that pure cotton sweater is the smell of Chu Jin...