Resurrection, I'm crazy

Post-disaster reconstruction is in full swing. The contact points of Xue Lin Xiu Zhen Academy in eight cities were less affected, and the students came out of the gate one after another.

The students taking the desert assessment all had injuries to varying degrees, and more importantly, they had all become several shades darker. Many parents of the students who were waiting at the secular station of the academy were somewhat dazed when they saw their sons and daughters.

Hey! I haven't seen this kid for half a year. How come he has become so dark? Even his casual clothes make him look darker.

"My dear girl! You have a good tan. The difference is huge compared to the one your dad got when he went traveling two years ago and got a tan." Zhu Qing'an had just walked out dragging a few bags when she saw her mother waving and saying.

"Dad is a natural angel, he never gets tanned." A voice came from the front. The daughter, who had become darker, waved her hand and ran over carrying two bags taller than her.

Hearing this, Zhu's father pushed Zhu's mother, and his thick arms looked particularly white under the sun. Zhu's father was born with fair skin and never gets tanned no matter how much he is exposed to the sun.

In order to show his masculinity and majesty, he specially found the hottest place to travel. Unexpectedly, he did not get tanned, but his daughter and wife were tanned like pandas.

“…I got these sunburned during the exams. I think they will be back after a few days of recuperation.” Zhu Qing’an was holding two large bags. They were very heavy. When he handed them to Zhu’s father, he almost couldn’t lift them.

"Oh, but this is much better looking than your dad's." Zhu's mother smiled with her hands covering her mouth, and even took out her cell phone from her pocket with interest, intending to share the dark history of her father that she had taken a few years ago when her daughter was not paying attention.

"Stop, stop, why are you doing this to me?" He glanced at Zhu's mother who took out her mobile phone and her daughter who looked curious and even had shining eyes, with a resentful look, and his eyes went dark.

"And what are you holding, girl? It's getting heavier each time. All the muscles I've worked out in the gym can't lift it."

It was really heavy. If the bag wasn't printed with the exclusive logo of Xuanling Cultivation Academy, he would have thought that there must be several large stones inside.

"Don't pay attention to your dad. He can't even lift this little weight. I just watch him not go to the gym." Zhu's mother put away her phone, tapped her daughter's forehead with her finger, and said naughty in a low and doting voice.

Although this is what Zhu's mother said, the question cannot be ignored.

"No, there are good things in it. It's a bit heavy, ha. Some are the vegetables and fruits I grow, and the others are the defensive spiritual tools and elixirs sold by the academy, and some small gadgets sold by other students." Zhu Qingan introduced the things in her cute sack with dancing hands.

"You will never imagine... our college has the second dimension, and all kinds of students with weird imaginations. There are some small low-level defensive spiritual weapons made in the second dimension... and mom, your idol's peripheral products, that classmate was made into a 2D anime image, super cute, I thought of you when I saw it." He kept talking and Zhu Qing'an even danced with joy.

"Okay, get in the car first, and we'll open the little gifts you brought back when we get back." The chatterbox was sure to never stop, so Zhu's mother quickly covered her daughter's little mouth.

She knows her daughter best, especially when it comes to things that both mother and daughter are interested in. She could talk about this for three days and three nights.

"Okay, then I'll carry it for you." Her two big eyes rolled around and she easily lifted the two sacks that were taller than her.

While walking and dragging, he could turn his head to Zhu's father's ear and whisper, "Dad, I brought you something good. It will definitely make your skin darker and help you build muscle."

Hey, this hit the spot of interest, the two of them immediately started communicating, and they couldn't wait to open the extra-large sack.

Zhu's mother had already gone to the front to open the car door, but the two in the back were still whispering to each other, and were even discussing gifts for next semester.

After the loud crash, the father and daughter were startled and ran forward with a creaking sound.

Zhu Qingan is not the only student who has the tan. It’s just that compared to others, this girl’s tan is more evenly distributed.

Others were not so lucky. There was even a student wearing bandages. He was in pain because he was bitten by a desert monitor lizard during the assessment.

"My dear, what about your shoulder? How about I take you to the hospital for another check-up?" The mother at the side couldn't help but show concern for her son, whose shoulder was bandaged with a thick layer of bandages.

"It's okay, I've already applied medicine. The medicine given by the college is very effective. I can remove it tomorrow, and I'll be full of energy the day after tomorrow. I can even lift you up with one hand." The classmate could only point to his shoulder and even poked it with his hand to show that it really didn't hurt.

"It really doesn't hurt?" The mother looked worried. The father who was driving in front laughed and said that the boy would just be injured and medicine had been applied, so there was no need to worry too much.

"You are the only one who talks too much. This is not your child! What if he gets hurt? What if he gets hurt?" Not only did he glare at the person steering the wheel in front of him, he also told his child to put his hands down immediately, and told him to go home and recuperate even if he didn't go to the hospital, and to give the luggage he brought back to his father.

"Mom, I'm really fine. I have the diagnosis form written by the teacher from the Medical Department." Mo Yiran comforted his worried mother while taking out a piece of paper with a green lotus printed on it from his small backpack.

The reason I mention this is that taking into account the injuries of the students in various physical assessments, Long Baiyue asked senior puppeteer Yuan Baijing and some students who are doctors to form a school medical association.

Students with serious injuries will be directly treated by Yuan Baijing's students who were originally doctors, while those with minor injuries will be left to the students for training.

"Is this true?" The mother looked at the paper from left to right and finally saw the wavy signature of the doctor at the bottom.

"Your school also has a medical association?" The person behind the wheel suddenly asked, "It must be registered."

"Yes, the country has already filed a case. Half of the members were doctors in their previous careers, and the other half are students who chose to study medicine when they entered school."

After solving his parents' problems, the classmate leaned his head back and fell asleep in the car.

It was quiet all around until he got home, when his parents woke him up and asked him what test he had taken and why he was so sleepy.

"Ah, what gift?" Mo Yiran didn't even open his eyes, his ears misheard, and he said a sentence in a daze.

"I brought it. There are the uterus warming pills, beauty pills and weight loss pills that mom wants, and your favorite wine, Dad. That Monkey Day wine cost me several hundred points..."

The two parents looked at each other and realized that the kid was really confused from sleeping... Alas.

"Forget it, let the child's father carry the baby back." The mother, who was standing by the door holding the car door, shook her head. Looking at the child's appearance, he would definitely sleep for a few days, just like the day after the college entrance examination.

A few days later, the kid finally woke up, and his dad kicked the door, making a clanging sound.

"Wake up, come and see what's moving in your bag." The voice was a little frightened, thinking that this kid might have done something at school, the bag was bulging and even making a sound.

They were so scared these days that even my grandparents postponed their visit for a few days.

"Ah...oh." The boy, who had a head of alopecia, was drowsy and even had eye boogers, rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked to the living room with clattering feet.

Sure enough, in the spacious living room, two bags printed with the college logo were clinking with the contents inside.

There was also a crunching sound like a mouse gnawing on something. My mother came out from the kitchen with a spatula in case something inside suddenly jumped out so she could use the spatula to scoop it out.

The boy had squatted in front of two large bags. He slowly untied the ropes tied to them and took out an animal that looked like a mouse.

The little fellow was still chewing a bright red apple when he was carried out. He even stared at the person who carried him out with his round eyes without blinking. Then he pretended to be doing nothing and continued chewing the apple.

"Son, what's in here?" The spatula fell to the ground with a bang, followed by the scream of the father who had just walked out of the bedroom door.

Half an hour later, several people finally stayed on the sofa peacefully. The mouse continued to gnaw on the apple, and its white fur turned slightly yellow under the light.

"Dad, look how cute it is."

"I think you want to eat bamboo shoots and pork." Dad glanced at the mouse that was chewing an apple. He didn't think this little thing was cute. The mice in their southern part are comparable to cats. The child even brought him one.

"Oh, I told you, it's called the treasure-hunting mouse. As the name suggests, it's a mouse looking for treasures." As he said this, he reached out and rubbed the treasure-hunting mouse that was chewing an apple. The little guy was very smart and even put down the apple and rubbed the boy's fingers.

"Look, isn't it so cute? Look, it can even stand on its two feet, mom." Now he knows how to act coquettishly, staring at his mother with starry eyes, hoping that the head of the family will give some advice quickly.

"Although it has great functions, baby, don't you think it looks too much like a mouse?" I really can't like it anymore, it looks too much like a mouse, really.

"Okay, then I'll take it back to the room so you can out of sight and out of mind." There was no point in saying more, his parents still couldn't accept this treasure-hunting rat.

He carried the little fellow into the room, and a furry head just popped out of the door. "When you lose something, don't let this little Seventeen help you find it!"

"Go change your clothes, your grandma will be here soon." The father on the sofa said this, and the furry head of the boy holding the mouse instantly shrank back.

"Really, you are so cute. They will like you in a few days." Mo Yiran touched the treasure-hunting mouse's fur and stuffed a strawberry he grew into it as a comfort.