Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang didn't know when the two of them came back. He went back to his room after dinner. He didn't know how long he slept when he suddenly woke up. His eyes stared straight at the door in the dark, and then closed quietly.

After a while, the tightly closed door was quietly opened, and a figure walked into the room with the light shining into the room. The mattress next to him sank slightly, and a soft and slender hand gently stroked Lian Qingyang's head. It was not retracted until five minutes later, and then the person quietly got up and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Lian Qingyang opened his eyes. He knew that it was Lian's mother who had just come in. In his memory, this was something that Lian Qingyang always experienced at night when he was at home. It was just that he was heartless and slept soundly at night, so he would not be wary of his family members.

Lian Qingyang sighed softly. His mother must have been through something to be so worried. When he was at school, she would call him at least once a day. When he was at home, it was okay during the day, but she would often come to his room at night to check on him for a while before going back to sleep.

He thought about it and said to Xiaojiu: "I want to find out about the major events that happened in the Lian family and my true background."

Xiao Jiu was silent for a long time before answering: "Sorry, host, this part of the information cannot be accessed through me."

Sure enough, there was a problem. Lian Qingyang pursed his lips, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

*

The back-to-school time for No. 3 Middle School was Sunday afternoon. Lian Qingyang was ready to leave after lunch. Lian's mother sat in the back seat with him. Her voice was soft and somewhat dissatisfied: "Qingqing, why are you going home so early? Before, you always stayed with your mother for afternoon tea before leaving."

Lian Qingyang put his arm around her shoulders, smiled, and comforted her, "I'm going to be a sophomore in high school, Mom. Go back and study more. I had some questions on my homework yesterday, so I'm saving them up to ask my deskmate."

Although her mother was dissatisfied, she nodded. "Okay, but don't study too hard. Remember to call me at night. If you don't want to study, just rest. Buy whatever you want to eat. Your deskmate has helped you so much, so treat him to more meals. Is there enough money in the meal card? If not, I'll give you some more."

Even her father, who was sitting in the passenger seat, advised her, "It's a good thing that Qingyang is studying hard. He's already in his second year of high school. Don't spoil him all the time. Otherwise, you don't know if he'll be able to get into college in the future. I'll have Secretary Sun transfer money to his bank account every week. Don't worry about it."

"Of course I know, I just want to show some concern for my son." Lian's mother acts very domineering when socializing outside, but always puts herself in a weak position in front of Lian Qingyang.

As they were talking, they arrived at the school gate. Lian Qingyang put on his schoolbag, took the suitcase pushed over by Uncle Chen, hugged his mother who was reluctant to leave, said a few words to his father Lian and Uncle Chen, and then entered the school gate.

*

When I arrived at the dormitory, Jing Chen was writing something on his desk. He turned around when he heard the voice and saw Lian Qingyang smiling and waving at him: "You're here earlier than me. Have you had lunch?"

Jing Chen nodded: "I ate it." He couldn't help but add, "I came here this morning."

Lian Qingyang put his schoolbag on the table and squatted down to pack his luggage. He was surprised when he heard this: "Ah? You ate lunch at school? If I had known, I would have come in the morning and we would have gone out for lunch. Or how about going out for dinner?"

Jing Chen disagreed: "We have self-study in the evening, so it's the same if we eat in the cafeteria."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the dormitory door. Lian Qingyang stood up and opened the door. Ma Sixue walked in: "Brother Jing is studying, did Brother Qing just arrive?"

"Yeah, I came here right after I sent you a message. I didn't expect everyone to come so early." Lian Qingyang put the suitcase on the bottom shelf of the cabinet and gave his chair to Ma Sixue.

Ma Sixue didn't hesitate and sat down. "The experimental class is quite crowded. My dad picked me up this morning. I followed him to the teaching building. Most of the students in our class are already sitting there."

Lian Qingyang had almost finished tidying up, so he picked up his schoolbag and said to the two of them, "Let's go to the classroom."

As soon as the three of them entered the classroom, the students who were originally discussing in low voices started to raise their voices.

"Brother Qing is here!"

"Brother Jing! Brother Qing!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, I don't know how to do a question!"

"You've already reached Unit 3? You told me yesterday you just finished the review questions for Unit 1."

"Brother Jing just finished his exam, he's already preparing for the final exam!"

"Compared to Brother Jing, you guys are asking for your life!"

Ma Sixue waved his hand for everyone to quiet down, then stood in front of his seat and counted the number of people. He then said, "Our class is almost here! Class representatives from each subject, please collect the homework first. I'm sure everyone has done the supplementary exercises. Then you can summarize the difficult questions from their supplementary exercises and hand them in to Brother Jing. He can explain them during evening study! Of course, it's voluntary to listen. Students who want to study on their own won't be forced."

The chemistry test paper was right on the podium, and everyone could hand it in after finishing it. There was no need to collect the papers one by one.

They both put their homework aside and waited for the class representative to collect it. Jing Chen secretly rubbed his fingers a few times before gently touching the person next to him. When that person's attention came to him, he pursed his lips and whispered, "Is there anything you don't know?"

Lian Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled at him: "Why? Teacher Jing wants to teach me?"

Jing Chen stared at his dimples that appeared when he smiled and nodded.

Ma Sixue had also finished his homework. Feeling bored, he turned around and saw Lian Qingyang taking out a question to ask Jing Chen. He said like a fool, "Good for you. You actually secretly asked Brother Jing for some private lessons. I want to listen too."

Without waiting for their response, he turned around and took out his own questions. His deskmate was a girl named Pu Wan, who also turned around slowly with the questions in her hand and smiled at the two of them: "Hey, great teachers, I'd like to take a break from get out of class too."

The plan to create a small world in the noise failed, and Jing Chen's already expressionless face became even more expressionless.

It takes time to absorb knowledge, time is money, and knowledge is also money when rounded up.

When a person wants to spend money lavishly, no one will refuse this blessing, especially other rich people.

Therefore, the lecture time originally scheduled for evening self-study was brought forward.

Their little world turned into a big family, watched by more than thirty pairs of eyes eager for knowledge. Jing Chen had to put aside his few romantic moments and take care of these hungry cubs first (gritting his teeth).

*

After class in the evening, Jing Chen did not go to the library. He followed Lian Qingyang back to the dormitory. As soon as he came back, he sat in his seat and did not move.

Lian Qingyang noticed that he was in a bad mood, so he put his hands behind his back and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Jing Chen shook his head coldly: "It's okay."

"Are you really okay?" Lian Qingyang moved closer to his chair. "You've been quiet tonight. Are you unhappy? Let me guess. Is it because you're getting annoyed by the constant barrage of questions?"

Seeing Jing Chen sitting there without answering, his expression very stiff, he stretched out his hands from behind his back and handed him the exercises in his hand: "Teacher Jing, I would like to have some private lessons, is that okay?"

The person sitting there cosplaying the sculpture finally reacted. He raised his head from where it had been drooping and looked at the person standing next to him. His eyes were a little moister than usual. Even Qing Yang's teasing expression changed. He placed the homework on the table, held his face with both hands, and said in a panic, "Hey, hey, hey, don't cry!"

Jing Chen tilted his head, flipped through the exercises on the table, and said calmly, "I'm not crying. Which question do you not know?"

Lian Qingyang casually pointed to two and said, "Let's talk about these two first. I have to call my mom later. Thank you, Teacher Jing."