Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

The rain continued until school was over in the afternoon, and then I was "forced" to stay until then.

The teachers would not miss this opportunity. Teacher Meng wanted to weld me into his class. As a soldier he had trained and a source of pride for him, I was surrounded by a group of younger students asking questions.

But few of the questions are related to learning...

"Senior sister, are you in love?"

"Senior sister, if I order a phone case from you, will there be a discount for junior students?"

"Senior sister, did Lao Meng punish you for writing more than classical Chinese?"

…I shook my head, then nodded, and turned to look at Teacher Meng’s expression, “He probably doesn’t want to punish me by making me copy classical Chinese, right?”

Old Meng was not polite either. He said to the student who asked the question, "Do you think everyone is like you? You can't even memorize Peach Blossom Spring and can't even get the most basic marks. Who else should I punish if not you? Your senior sister can even recite Li Sao by heart."

"Then, Senior Sister, can you recite it now?" There was no provocative tone like Liang Yuyi's, only pure worship.

What's going on? English test in the morning, Chinese recitation in the afternoon? I smiled and nodded, "As long as I don't have to do math problems, anything is fine."

"See, even the academic genius hates math." It seemed that he had found resonance, and a lot of younger classmates echoed him.

Someone else asked: "Sister, what type of math problems do you hate doing the most?"

"Derivative." He said it without thinking. "I am very confident in my memory, but I can't memorize those derivative formulas. I still can't figure it out. What is the derivative? Why do I need the derivative? What should I do if I can't find it?"

"That's right!!! It really speaks our mind!" He immediately gained a lot of fans...

Liang Yuyi stood quietly at the back. When the noise was at its most noisy, he came over and knocked on the table: "Senior Sister, I accept the loss. You haven't told me what you want me to do yet?"

I just remembered that we had a bet. Sister Yingying, who had been listening, suddenly became excited. She looked at me with great anticipation, expecting me to say something "shocking and heart-wrenching".

"Oh, I forgot if you hadn't mentioned it..." I tilted my head, "Will you really agree to whatever I say?"

"Well, I said I'll accept the loss." Liang Yuyi's face was flushed. I didn't know him well, but his state surprised the people around him.

"Is this guy thinking about sex?" The student who said this realized that the head teacher was still there, and quickly turned around to look at him, but saw that his head teacher had a smile on his face and looked very calm.

"Well, the request is very simple. You just need to change the way you address Sister Yingying."

"Ah?" After these words were spoken, not only Liang Yuyi was surprised, but even Sister Yingying was shocked.

"How do you know..." Sister Yingying thought I would make some strange requests and didn't think about myself at all.

"You told us when you were teaching us that you didn't like your name since you were a child, and later tried to change it but failed. If you could accept your own name, you wouldn't have kept emphasizing that we call you 'Sister Yingying', but I didn't expect to meet such a tough guy this time~" I glanced at Liang Yuyi intentionally or unintentionally, my face still blushing, but this time it was because of shame.

And according to the reactions of her juniors, they also called her "Brother Tiexiong", just following the crowd. On the surface, it seemed that the teacher and students were harmonious, but in fact, I secretly observed that every time she was called "Brother Tiexiong", her hands would unconsciously clench into fists. This psychological shadow must have existed since she got this name, but she pretended not to care and pretended to be used to it for many years.

Seeing that Yingying was about to cry, Teacher Meng patted her head like coaxing a child and said, "Okay, your student will help you vent your anger, so please don't cry."

"Is...that all you ask?" Liang Yuyi thought I would make things difficult for him.

"What can I ask of you? You are just my junior. I feel embarrassed towards you. You are so outstanding, but you still live in my shadow... It's normal for you to have a weird personality..."

I think this kid has been used to being excellent since he was young, and he has a sense of pride, thinking that he can always be the best. As a result, when he entered high school, there was a person named Cheng Lin who suppressed him. The key is that this "god" who suppressed him has already graduated, so he has no place to vent his anger...

I understand, I understand very much.

Liang Yuyi felt ashamed and bowed to Sister Yingying: "I'm sorry, Sister Yingying."

Sister Yingying was flattered. She looked at him, then at me, and happily wanted to go out for a run.

"Then... Senior Sister, you don't have any expectations of me?" Liang Yuyi turned to me again and asked seriously.

I want to say that we have nothing to do with each other, what can I expect from you. But then I think about it, I am a positive example now! I have to encourage him!

"Then I hope you can fulfill the dream of Teacher Meng and Sister Yingying to teach a student from Peking University or Tsinghua University!" I am very lucky. The teachers I have met since I went to school are all very good. On the one hand, they have high expectations for me, and on the other hand, they really take care of me. I am very grateful and can only repay them with grades. However, things are unpredictable. Even though Teacher Meng is now the head of the Chinese language group in the third grade, he still has regrets in his heart. But I believe that the younger generation will push the older generation forward, and I am still very optimistic about Liang Yuyi!

Liang Yuyi seemed to have received great encouragement. I had never heard such a loud "good"!

It is also a coincidence that the current teachers of this class, except for mathematics and geography, are all teachers who taught me. The magic is that although the current mathematics and geography teachers did not teach me, the father of the mathematics teacher and the mother of the geography teacher were my teachers back then. Both teachers have retired, one son follows his father's career, and the other daughter follows her mother's career. Sister Yingying couldn't help but sigh: "This class is exactly the direct juniors and juniors of your class back then!"

Then he greeted everyone: "My direct senior sister is here, why are you waiting if not to add WeChat?"

I don’t mind. It’s just adding WeChat and it won’t affect anything.

The students lined up conscientiously, and Sister Yingying did not forget to tell them: "Let's make it clear first, you can add it, but you are not allowed to disturb your senior sister if there is nothing wrong!"

"Know it!"

In fact, the senior high school has been in school for two weeks. Because of my presence, they did not have classes today. Teacher Meng said that even senior high school students have more important things to do than studying, such as the beautiful sunset in the evening, a hearty game, and now, face-to-face communication with senior students will be more useful than doing a few test papers.

Before leaving, Teacher Meng said to me: "Chenglin, I am very happy to see you now, more cheerful, more confident, and more determined to move forward. My child, don't look back, your future is ahead."