Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

The wind at the end of summer has become slightly cooler, blowing the veil of the curtains, which dances with the veil, in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Ji Xun held a thick book and flipped through it gently, the pages dancing under his slender fingers.

I do not know how long it has been.

A slight smacking sound was heard in the quiet environment.

He was slightly stunned, and looked up towards the sofa following the sound.

Shang Qing, who had been curled up on the sofa reading a book, had fallen asleep with her eyes closed, and the book in her hands seemed to be about to fall off her pink fingers.

The corners of Ji Xun's mouth curled up slightly. His expression became a little gentler, with a hint of helpless doting.

He placed the book beside his pillow, lifted the quilt, took the summer quilt next to him, and got out of bed. Without wearing shoes, he skipped lightly to the sofa in his bare feet.

The white fingertips pinched the textbook in Shang Qing's hand, which was about to drop, and gently placed it on the table next to her.

He carefully put her hand that was on the sofa back to her abdomen. She looked so good. Ji Xun smiled and gently covered her with the summer quilt.

Feeling the warmth of the quilt, Shang Qing found a more comfortable position, smacked her lips, and rubbed her face against Ji Xun's palm. Shang Qing was unaware and continued to sleep soundly.

Ji Xun's half-bent body stiffened for a moment, and his hand holding Xia Liang's quilt loosened unconsciously. Instead, he quietly held half of her small face, which was the size of a palm, and let her sleep with her face tilted to the side in his palm.

Ji Xun blinked slowly, his eyelashes fluttering, staring intently at the face in his palm. Soft light spread on his cheeks, and he had already put all his energy on this little girl.

Shang Qing was sleeping soundly with her mouth pouting. Her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a layer of shadow on her fair face, as if a girl had painted it on specially, like a sleeping beauty.

A faint, cool, and refreshing fragrance filled Shang Qing's delicate nose. It smelled pleasant and familiar. She smacked her lips twice, moistening them a little. She wondered what delicious food she had eaten in her dream. It was as if she was having a sweet dream. Her tender pink lips lifted slightly, and the dimple on her delicate face deepened a little.

There was a smile in Ji Xun's eyes, this greedy sister.

Ji Xun couldn't help himself and reached out his finger to touch the dimple. It seemed very interesting. The smile on his face became even more relaxed and comfortable.

Feeling the softness and tenderness of the face, his fingers gently rubbed it a few times, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

How could his sister be so beautiful? When she was awake, she was bold and free, as beautiful as the sun, making people intoxicated.

Looking at Shang Qing's cute sleeping face, her tender lips seemed to need care like a little baby.

She was completely different when she was asleep than when she was asleep. The saying "quiet as a virgin, swift as a rabbit" seemed to apply to her.

Because of the pain in his legs, Ji Xun's body swayed. He reluctantly held the back of Shang Qing's head, placed her head steadily on the back of the sofa, tucked in the quilt, and then he retreated to the bed with difficulty.

Sitting beside the bed, Ji Xun remained silent, carefully observing her graceful sleeping posture. He did not feel irritated, but rather enjoyed it and felt at peace.

The quiet Shang Qing is not like the scorching sun, but more like a quiet lily, delicate and pure as snow, with fragrance filling her sleeves and emitting a subtle aroma.

Shang Qing slept soundly, so she had no idea how long Ji Xun had been sitting there, watching her. She only knew that it was evening when she woke up, and her grandmother had come to see them with some delicious food.

Delicious food, I can!

Looking at Shang Qing's joyful face while eating, Grandma Kang smiled helplessly and shook her head, what a greedy child.

When Ji Xun looked at her, he was so gentle that she could drown herself in water. She was real, spontaneous and natural.

No matter how reluctant she was, Shang Qing still had to face the formal prelude to the start of the school year with the entrance exam.

In the morning, she took the lunch prepared by her grandmother and got on the bus to school with great difficulty.

Wearing her school uniform, she exudes the youthfulness and vitality that only belongs to a young teenager.

Everyone was wearing school uniforms. Shang Qing was only 5'66" tall, so any boy who passed by her was taller than her. With exams coming up soon, most people were feeling rather depressed. Who would pay attention to her hurried pace?

Because she didn't have to go into her class to take the entrance exam, she could simply find her exam seat according to the exam room number and seat number posted in the class group chat. She thought it was pretty good.

She was the first one to arrive at the exam room. She checked her watch. It was 7:38. The exam was supposed to start at 8:, so why hadn't she arrived yet?

This shows what kind of people are here. Her ranking must be among the last few in the entire school. It also gives you an idea of ​​the level of the people in the same exam room with her.

No matter what, the seats in front of her are better than hers, the one at the end. What right does she have to laugh at others?

In her senior year of high school, she chose the liberal arts major, and she was grateful. She was grateful to God! If nothing else, then she wasn't reborn as a sophomore. Learning science subjects like physics and chemistry would have been a death sentence for her!

She never thought that she had the intelligence to master science!

She took junior high school physics, chemistry, and biology classes to avoid becoming illiterate. This knowledge was a gap for her. These were the most fundamental subjects that laid the foundation for high school, and even if she didn't study them in high school, she still wanted to understand and master them. This was to ensure she had no regrets about her junior high school studies.

But what she is most concerned about are the liberal arts subjects in the senior year of high school.

During this period, she has been neglecting sleep and food.

If Grandma Kang and Ji Xun were around, they'd definitely say, "You're neglecting your sleep? Who fell asleep while watching? You forgot to eat, so who ate all the delicious food you made every day?"

Shang Qing no longer cared whether others came or not, and devoted all his energy to reviewing the subjects he would take today.

In the morning, we have Chinese, English and politics, and in the afternoon, we have math, geography and history.

She was quite confident in Chinese and English, but math was killing her. It really required brains!

Otherwise, why did she insist on enrolling in the liberal arts program?

In her previous life, she applied for liberal arts. In this life, she felt that this was the only good thing she had done in her previous life!

"Hey, classmate." A cold voice sounded beside her.

Shang Qing ignored it. She didn't think anyone was talking to her.

"Hello, classmate." This time, she was sure that the person was talking to her because the person was already standing next to her desk.

Shang Qing looked up along the black pants and white shirt, and in front of her was a young man with a cold face smiling at her.

"You? Something wrong?" Shang Qing was a little confused. Who was this person?

Lai Lin looked at the palm-sized, slightly chubby face, tilted upward. Her eyes were watery and adorable, like a little rabbit, and her freckles made her look playful and adorable. She was completely different from the heroic girl she had been that day.

Seeing that the boy in front of her was just staring at her but not saying anything, Shang Qing lost her temper, lowered her head and ignored him.

Seeing her lower her head again, Lai Lin quickly said, "I'm a transfer student, but we've met before."

Shang Qing was puzzled. Was this boy so familiar? He'd seen him before, so what? He wasn't used to a stranger being so familiar. He didn't seem like a serious student. My younger brother, Xiaoxun, wouldn't initiate conversation like that.

"Oh, so what?" The tone was not very good, but because of her soft voice, she seemed very obedient.