Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Nancheng No.[-] Middle School.

When the sun shines through the lush camphor trees on campus, the voices of the students in the broadcasting room are eloquent, and the light falls on people, it is vivid, profound, and warm.

"Brother Ye! Brother Ye! We're dead this time, don't go to sleep and say something quickly! Lao Lin will definitely not let us go after class, why don't we skip class now?!"

Jiang Ye fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling that his shoulders were being shaken vigorously, he opened his eyes angrily, and slapped the table: "What are you arguing about!"

What came into view was a spacious and bright classroom, with a blue and white school uniform, faint dust floating in the light, and a bald teacher on the podium staring at him murderously.

The deskmate next to him was dumbfounded.

Jiang Ye was stunned.

The next second, Lao Lin slapped the podium and shouted, "Jiang Ye! What are you calling? Are you going to teach this class?"

"Fuck." Jiang Ye said in a daze, "What the hell?"

How could he still see his bald math teacher in high school after his death?It's not so deep in love, it makes people think about it endlessly.

"Jiang Ye, you're still swearing, isn't it God!" Lao Lin was even more angry.

"..."

Jiang Ye couldn't remember how long it had been since no one talked to him by name like this.

Later, when he stepped into the society, took control of power, and stood on the top of the pyramid in the entire southern city, most of the voices he heard around him were flattery and flattery, so much so that when he heard such words again, he felt a little nostalgic for a long time.

only……

Why is this dream so real? !
Jiang Ye strangled himself, it hurt.

He was in a daze, and in the next second, he rushed out the door!

Behind him was the roar of the teacher, resounding through the entire corridor, Jiang Ye couldn't control so much, followed the vague memory and went straight to the toilet, supported the sink with trembling hands, and saw the face in the mirror.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

He has short black hair, a high nose bridge, smooth and cold bones, and a youthful feeling. There is a bruise at the corner of his mouth, and there is a newly scratched cut on the side of his face, which is quite messy.

Jiang Ye in high school was the most rebellious time in his life.

Just in the prime of life, unscrupulous, young minds are as high as the sky, and the whole world is at your feet.

He really went back in time?

Are the leaflets on the street real?

Is there such a good thing as being brave?
An absurd idea appeared in Jiang Ye's mind, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, which was quite unbelievable. Before he could digest the fact beyond materialism, he was grabbed by the head teacher: "Jiang Ye!"

Being dragged to the office for an hour-long critique.

"..."

Why is the boss being scolded on the first day of his rebirth?

Is this reasonable?

"Are you listening!" Lao Lin held the thermos cup and said with a straight face, "This time the crowd fighting seriously violated the school rules and regulations, and I will bear it if you fight by yourself, why are you waiting to bring the first-year students to fight together? Woolen cloth?"

Lao Lin said sadly: "He is not the same kind of person as you. He is a key seedling cultivated by No. [-] Middle School. He has won three national competition awards in his first year of high school. You can't bring him down!"

"No, didn't I also win the third prize?" Jiang Ye leaned on the table, dissatisfied.

"Oh." Lao Lin said, "You caused troubles for No. [-] High School ten times as much as you won prizes."

"..."

Jiang Ye remembered that he was not bad in high school. At that time, his mind was not on study, but science was easy for him, and he could barely get the first place in the school by relying on surprise review before the exam.

"Don't bring good students to play in the future." Finally, Lao Lin warned.

Jiang Ye stood in the sun, his school uniform was zippered open, and inside was a loose T-shirt, vigorous and unrestrained.

When he heard this, he paused for a long time: "Ah..."