Reborn in 2015, I became a male god starting in high school.

Chapter 1 Just turned eighteen

Twenty-nine-year-old Zhou Ziyang woke up to find himself back in 2015.

That year, Zhou Ziyang had just turned eighteen and was studying in Class 1, Grade 12 at the county's No. 1 High School.

That summer was exceptionally hot, and the sycamore trees beside the playground were lush and green.

The cicadas hid under the tree, chirping tirelessly.

Looking around, the entire synthetic track was deserted, but one could vaguely see the heat distorting the space.

In an attempt to find some shade, the students in the classroom pasted all their completed math test papers and English newspapers onto the windows.

The students' mental state is also very worrying.

He was slumped over his desk, leaning to one side or the other.

The English teacher wearing a little bee accessory remained dedicated to her work.

He spoke 'Class begin' clearly and distinctly, opening and closing his mouth.

For the entire morning, Zhou Ziyang seemed to be in a trance, as if he were in a celestial realm.

Everything before my eyes seemed so familiar.

It's like watching a movie.

Zhou Ziyang felt as if he were there, yet he also felt like he wasn't part of the audience.

The homeroom teacher is a Chinese language teacher.

The middle-aged man with a square face spoke with a strong, resonant voice.

On a hot summer day, wearing a dark blue striped stand-up collar shirt, I couldn't help but wave at Zhou Ziyang, who was standing ramrod straight.

Zhou Ziyang ignored him, staring blankly into space as if he didn't know where he was looking.

The remaining students couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle at the sight.

The homeroom teacher smiled too.

It's said that Zhou Ziyang is in a dreamlike state, wandering in a fantasy world.

A boy in the back row of the classroom muttered to himself: He went on a date with Qin Keqing.

The students laughed even harder.

Zhou Ziyang belatedly realized what was happening, seemingly snapping out of his reverie, and glanced at his homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher didn't investigate further.

He simply picked up the book and continued, "Alright, let's move on to the next line: 'Picking through every cold branch, yet refusing to perch; a lonely sandbar, cold and desolate.' Can anyone explain the meaning of these two lines of poetry?"

There are four classes in the morning.

Two Chinese language classes.

A math class.

An English class.

The math teacher has small eyes and is round and chubby.

As always, he looks down on liberal arts students and spends more than ten minutes in each class showing off his superiority.

"I'm telling you this: in five years, not even ten, you liberal arts students will definitely not earn as much as science students in the future."

"You liberal arts students just don't have the same sharp minds as science students."

The English teacher is still as flamboyant as ever.

She is 165cm tall, wearing a white mini skirt and high heels.

A pair of fairly attractive legs were wearing flesh-colored polka-dot stockings.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The students rushed to the cafeteria.

Like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

"Hey! Ziyang, what are you daydreaming about! If you don't hurry up, there won't be any food left!"

A student gestured for Zhou Ziyang to stand up.

Seeing that Zhou Ziyang remained unmoved, she did not make any further demands.

It's important to know that high school seniors only have fifty minutes for lunch, starting at noon.

At 12:50, everyone must return to the classroom for self-study.

Students who have finished eating in the cafeteria still have about 20 to 30 minutes to chat with their friends.

Or they might secretly take out their phones to read novels and chat with online friends, indulging in some casual banter.

For those students who went home for dinner, every second counted.

However, everything before him still seemed somewhat unreal to Zhou Ziyang.

He remained there until the classroom was completely empty except for him.

He seemed to suddenly realize that he had been reborn.

But why was I reborn?

Ten minutes later.

After finishing their meal, the students chatted and laughed one after another.

Someone was secretly playing on their phone in their seat.

There was also a boy and a girl who secretly hid at the back of the classroom. The boy covered the girl's leg with his school uniform and was scratching at it. It was unclear what he was scratching, but judging from the girl's expression, she seemed to have a fever.

"Zhou Ziyang!"

Someone outside the classroom called out Zhou Ziyang's name.

The person who arrived was tall and big, and was wearing the previous version of the sports uniform.

Starting with Zhou Ziyang's class.

The school uniforms at the county's No. 1 Middle School have begun to be redesigned.

Previously, they wore the standard black and white tracksuits with the logo of the county's No. 1 Middle School printed on the chest.

It's a stylish and elegant white shirt now, with a touch of British style.

The man wore black dress pants with it.

The girl wore a pleated skirt that didn't go past her knees, paired with two pairs of white over-the-knee socks.

Considering that senior high school students will be leaving school in less than a year.

So the school didn't mandate ordering it.

Based on the principle of freedom and autonomy.

Most of the senior high school students, however, reordered everything.

The person who came to see Zhou Ziyang was named Li Dongfeng.

He was Zhou Ziyang's junior high school classmate. This guy was big and burly from a young age, with thick eyebrows and small eyes.

He shaved his head and wore the dark school uniform he ordered in his first year of high school year all year round, paired with white sneakers that had been blackened by smearing.

Li Dongfeng was tall and strong, but a bit dim-witted.

It's not that I'm stupid.

He's just honest.

In the first year of junior high school, I transferred to Zhou Ziyang's class.

Because she came from the countryside and her clothes were inappropriate, she was often bullied by her classmates.

By that time, Li Dongfeng had already grown tall and strong, making him a formidable opponent in a one-on-one fight. The problem was that the boys in his class were ostracized and would gang up on him during breaks.

The situation was truly like a pack of wolves confronting a ferocious tiger. All the classmates surrounded him, and while Li Dongfeng was hitting one, the other two quickly seized the opportunity to kick and stomp at him.

Li Dongfeng, who had just transferred to the school, had shed countless tears. However, because of his poor grades and lack of connections, he was ignored by the teachers. Some teachers would even make fun of him, which undoubtedly emboldened the other students to bully him.

It's fair to say that everyone in that junior high class, whether boys or girls, bullied Li Dongfeng to some extent, whether physically or verbally.

In short, it seemed that the class took pride in bullying Li Dongfeng at the time.

Zhou Ziyang was the only one who never bullied Li Dongfeng.

It's not that Zhou Ziyang is particularly kind, but rather that he doesn't think that teaming up with others to bully classmates is something to be proud of.

Zhou Ziyang's parents divorced when he was three years old.

Before starting school, Zhou Ziyang spent a year with his father, two years with his grandparents, and then lived with his mother.

My mother's life was also unstable at that time, and she moved twice more.

Every time you enter a new environment, you inevitably have to deal with new groups of people.

Therefore, Zhou Ziyang had long been used to being alone and had no fondness for groups.

In fact, he treats everyone the same way.

This very attitude made Li Dongfeng feel that Zhou Ziyang was the only person who showed him goodwill.

So Li Dongfeng loved playing with Zhou Ziyang ever since high school.

She even bought spicy snacks for Zhou Ziyang.

Of course, Zhou Ziyang didn't eat it.

He equally rejected everyone's kindness.

Time flew by so quickly, right up until the final year of high school.

Zhou Ziyang's temperament has become more mature.

He has never had any friends, nor does he feel that friends are of any use to him.

However, Li Dongfeng always treated Zhou Ziyang as a friend.

I remember the first day of my first year of high school.

School hasn't let out yet.

Li Dongfeng pressed his face against Zhou Ziyang's classroom window and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Zhou Ziyang! Zhou Ziyang!"

"We're a school again!"

This was a great joy for Li Dongfeng.

But this only applies to Li Dongfeng.

Li Dongfeng changed a lot after high school.

Li Dongfeng was also very pleased.

Unfortunately, this scene was witnessed by the homeroom teacher who had just finished get off work.

The next day in class, he said sarcastically in front of the whole class, "I didn't realize Zhou Ziyang was so successful outside, looking so honest?"

This made Zhou Ziyang very embarrassed.

Zhou Ziyang said that he did not know them.

The homeroom teacher said, "If you don't know them, they'll call you Brother Zhou?"

Zhou Ziyang continued, "If they want to call, what can I do?"
Zhou Ziyang's carefree attitude earned him a thumbs up from his homeroom teacher.

Sure, as expected of Brother Zhou.

Have your mom come to the school tomorrow.

Zhou Ziyang felt wronged; he really wasn't familiar with Li Dongfeng.

When Li Dongfeng first entered high school, he would ask Zhou Ziyang to drink and play billiards every day.

Zhou Ziyang was also going through the angst of adolescence at that time, and he spent a few days hanging out with Li Dongfeng.

However, after receiving guidance from her homeroom teacher, she wanted to keep her distance from Li Dongfeng.

Unfortunately, Li Dongfeng was a bit dim-witted.

He couldn't tell that Zhou Yuwen was deliberately keeping his distance.

All he knew was that when he first came to the city, Zhou Ziyang treated him as a friend.

So now that I'm doing well, I can't forget my brothers.

And so, Li Dongfeng's enthusiasm remained unchanged.

However, Zhou Ziyang kept making excuses.

All the way up to senior year of high school.

"Zhou Ziyang! Zhou Ziyang!"

Zhou Ziyang called out, but ignored him. Li Dongfeng outside the window grew impatient.

Li Dongfeng, who is already a senior in high school, still dresses somewhat unfashionably.

However, because of his time hanging out outside of school, he has gained some confidence and no longer has the inferiority complex he had in junior high school. He probably feels pretty cool now, and maybe there are even a few girls in Zhou Ziyang's class who have a crush on him.

So he yelled at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing! Zhou Ziyang, stop staring at Xia Wei!"

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To be honest, what he said was quite offensive.

But after he finished speaking, several classmates were indeed stunned and couldn't help but look at Zhou Ziyang.

Zhou Ziyang was also taken aback.

Good grief, I was just lost in thought.

Now that I've come to my senses, I realize I really have been staring at Xia Wei the whole time.

Xia Wei is the class's academic representative and one of the school's most famous beauties.

Xia Wei is indeed beautiful, with a standard height of 168 cm and a weight of just over 100 kg.

Oval face, crescent-shaped eyebrows.

A pert nose and rosy lips.

Because I studied dance before, I've always had a great figure, with a swan-like neck held high.

She was also wearing a white shirt and a matching pleated skirt.

But when she wore it, she had a different feel compared to other girls.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her brows held a hint of aloofness.

She was slender but well-developed, with an incredibly slim waist.

The area where development is expected is not particularly remarkable.

However, the girl's figure, wrapped in the school uniform, also has a unique feel to it.

Li Dongfeng has a loud voice.

He yelled like that.

Xia Wei can definitely hear it.

She subconsciously looked up at Zhou Ziyang.

Their eyes met.

And then naturally shunned it.

"Hehe! What are you shy about? You're not the only one who likes Xia Wei!"

Li Dongfeng had somehow appeared next to Zhou Ziyang, patting him on the shoulder with a chuckle.

(End of this chapter)