Chu Chengmu returned to the dormitory, said hello to Wu Lang, who had already begun to roll dumbbells, found his bed and sat down. The iron bed, which had mostly peeled off the blue paint, suddenly made a creaking sound.

Before Chu Chengmu grew up in junior high school, he was as cute as a porcelain doll, with red lips and white teeth, and was prettier than a little girl. After growing up in the third year of junior high school, his height began to grow rapidly, and his facial features suddenly became three-dimensional.

She inherited her appearance from her beautiful mother, and throughout the third year of junior high school, he kept receiving love letters.

If his biological mother hadn't been his class teacher, he wouldn't have been unable to touch a girl's little hand until he graduated from high school.

In high school, Chu Chengmu spent two and a half years earning the nickname Fatty Chu.

Chu Chengmu is not actually fat. He is 183 centimeters tall and weighs 165 pounds. It’s just that he is too lazy. Fat accounts for a lot of the 165 pounds. In addition, he often has day and night reversed, and his face is oily and greasy.

My face is swollen most of the time, giving me the impression of a sloppy fat man.

Lying down on the bed, the moisture from the quilt mixed with the smell of sweat almost made Chu Chengmu suffocate.

"How did I endure it back then?" Chu Chengmu complained to himself in his heart. He supported his exhausted body, got up, took off all the sheets and quilts, and found a clean one from the cabinet to put on. Although it was still

It's a bit damp, but at least the smell is gone.

The weather in Chongqing is always like this. Even if the summer heat reaches 43 degrees, it is still damp and humid. The quilt, which was just sun-dried, becomes heavy and feels damp to the touch within two days.

By the time he finished cleaning up, Chu Chengmu was already sweating, and his health was too bad.

Although the dormitory conditions are a bit poor, it is still the best middle school in the district.

Putting aside the dirty, messy and humid environment, there was nothing bad. After all, there was an independent bathroom. After taking a shower and changing into clean and fresh clothes, Chu Chengmu felt like he was alive.

half.

Chu Chengmu smiled at the half-broken mirror outside the bathroom. Although the surface of the mirror was blurred by stains and ditches, you could still see the fat face in the mirror with fair skin, without any acne marks or large pores.

The most important thing is that the person in the mirror has thick black hair with slightly curly hair. For a man who once faced the crisis of hair loss in middle age, this is such a happy thing.

In his previous life, when he was in college, he was influenced by the non-mainstream and did not know the depth of it. When he was a freshman, he once dyed his hair three times a day.

At that time, hair dyeing required bleaching the hair with bleach, which was very harmful to the hair roots. Since that time, although Chu Chengmu's hair did not fall out like a Mediterranean, it did become a lot thinner. In addition, people

When he reached middle age, he wished he could give each hair a name. Every time a hair fell out, it was as if a loved one had died.

It is impossible to dye your hair, and it is impossible to dye your hair in this life.

After saying hello to Wu Lang, Chu Chengmu tidied up, put all the dirty clothes and the changed sheets and quilts into buckets, and brought them to the dormitory aunt on the first floor. There happened to be no one, so he adjusted the time and went quietly.

He took out a crumpled red plum from his pocket, smoked it happily, and threw it away as soon as he took a sip.

Hmm? I guess I wasn’t addicted to smoking when I was in high school, right? I quit smoking.

From the door of the dormitory aunt, you can just see the volleyball court outside the boys' dormitory, where several girls from the volleyball school team are still practicing.

Huh? Chu Chengmu let out a light sigh. At this time, the sky had begun to darken. Chu Chengmu found that he could still clearly see the jumping figures of several volleyball girls, and even the logos embroidered on the sportswear.

Clearly.

Chu Chengmu touched his eyes to confirm that he was not wearing glasses, that there was no double vision, and that he did not need to focus with his eyes closed.

Has his eyesight improved? Chu Chengmu realized that this might be the benefit of being reborn.

"System?" No response,

"system?" Silence.

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Chu Chengmu looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, a little sad. It seemed that Shenhao had no chance with him.

The boys' dormitory is always filled with an indescribable smell, mixed with sweat, foot odor and some unknown smell of something rotten.

Chu Chengmu is a person who accepts the environment very easily, but a few hours ago he was in a well-decorated bungalow with a front and back garden. After the confusion and excitement in his heart were over, he was faced with the messy environment of the boys' dormitory and the refreshing atmosphere.

The smell made him a little intolerable at the moment.

Chu Chengmu reached into his trouser pocket out of habit, and was stunned for a moment. Cell phone, cell phone, cell phone! In his previous life, when he didn’t know how to pass the time, he took out his phone and swiped it casually, and a few hours passed.

But this was an era before smartphones were born, Symbian still dominated the mobile phone market, and the myth of walnut-cracking had not yet become a meme.

Even if you want to read novels, you can only go to a bookstore and rent them. If you are very enlightened and want to read the news, in addition to computers and newspapers, you can only hold a bench and watch TV on time at seven o'clock every night.

This is an era of transition, where the carrier of information shifts from physical to virtual.

After being stunned for a while, Chu Chengmu found that he still couldn't get used to the weird smell of the dormitory. He picked up a bench, took his schoolbag and sat down in the corridor.

Since he could live his life again, he must not let down his youthful years. It had been many years since he had picked up a textbook. Chu Chengmu opened the Chinese textbook in his hand with some emotion and started browsing quickly.

"Um?"

Chu Chengmu closed his eyes in disbelief and recited it silently in his mind. The text he had only read once just now seemed to be engraved in his mind, word for word.

"Photographic memory?"

Is this the key point?

I was indeed beeping!

Thinking of this, Chu Chengmu hurriedly read the next ancient article, "Zheng Bo Duan Yu Yan", and read it again.

Haha, Chu Chengmu showed a silly smile, he never thought that one day he would become a genius.

There was a genius in Chu Chengmu's class named Yang Xiushan who had an extremely high IQ but extremely low self-control ability.

How high is your IQ?

For example, Chu Chengmu is the representative of the English class. Generally, ordinary students need to cover their ears and read aloud for a morning self-study to memorize an English essay of several hundred words. Chu Chengmu takes fifteen minutes.

But Yang Xiushan only needs to read it three times: read it once, read it once, and memorize it silently.

It is precisely because of this extremely high IQ that the physics teacher likes him very much. Unfortunately, when he was a sophomore in Chuchengmu in his previous life, he heard that he was still repeating his studies.

Chu Chengmu had talked about this classmate more than once. Although he felt sorry for him, deep down in his heart he felt envious.

Whether they are in villages or towns or in the mountains, the children who come out to go to school in the districts have seen far less of the world than their peers who were born and raised in the city.

To the children in the city, things that are commonplace are new to these children. They are curious about everything and want to try everything. Until the end, the most important three years of high school pass by in a blur.

How many people regret when they grow up and mature, wondering what a different life they would have had if they had controlled themselves in the past.

Putting down the liberal arts textbook, Chu Chengmu opened the math textbook again. After reading it for a while, he frowned and closed the book.

He knew every word, every symbol, and every English letter in the book, and he could memorize it over and over again. But what did these symbols and letters mean when combined with each other? What did they mean? He was completely confused. He graduated from high school.

By the time he was reborn, more than twenty years had passed, and all the things in his head had been returned to the teacher.

Then I opened the physics textbook, which was slightly better than mathematics, but I still couldn't understand many things.

Chemistry, this one is slightly better than physics.

Chu Chengmu was a little troubled. Science subjects such as mathematics and physics have strict logic. He had forgotten almost all the basic formulas. Do he have to start learning from junior high school again?

There are only 85 days left for the college entrance examination. The college entrance examination is like a sword of Damocles, chosen to be the leader of Chu City.

Chu Chengmu's junior high school foundation was very solid, and he was the representative of the six subjects except mathematics. Give him some time, he is confident that he can pick up all the things he learned in junior high school, but the actual situation now is that even around him

There is not even a junior high school textbook.

How about going home tomorrow? Chu Chengmu’s home is in a town, and it takes more than two hours to go home one way. So it’s better to put aside the time of queuing up to buy tickets and touch the few steel coins in his pocket.

And the receipt, no money!

He added it when he took it out for the first time. There were three steel pennies of one piece, one five-dollar bill, and three one-dollar bills. After calculation, it was just enough for a hotel room, a bottle of Coke, and a breakfast.

,Hey! I really know how to live my life.

Chu Chengmu recalled that except for Yan Shumo, who passed the exam together from the town, there seemed to be no friends in his high school who were close enough to borrow money from. However, in this era when mobile phones were still a luxury product, Yan Shumo lived outside the school.

, I couldn’t contact him either.

At the end of the month, he didn't have much money in his hand, and Yan Shumo probably didn't have enough money. Besides, I remember that when he was in high school, he was chasing a classmate, and the expenses were quite high.
Chapter completed!