Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

In the joyful and lively classroom, students gathered in groups of three or five, chatting happily and telling each other about their longings for the summer vacation.

"Hey, hey, hey, did you hear? Yesterday, they saw two new handsome guys on campus."

"What are you talking about? I don't know. I didn't see it."

"Really? I haven't heard of that."

"Two handsome guys with different styles, one tall and one short. The tall one is 1.85 meters, handsome and arrogant, while the short one is 1.66 meters, like a beautiful boy in a comic book." The gossipy little smart guy Li Yuchong described it vividly.

"Ah? I can understand someone who's 1.85 meters tall. But can someone who's only 1.66 meters tall be considered handsome? Isn't he a third-class cripple?" Wang Yang curled his lips in disdain and said sarcastically.

Su Zhaozhao glared at Wang Yang, cupping her hands on her cheeks with a face full of infatuation. "What do you know? Let's look at the face, look at the face! I saw it yesterday, it flashed before my eyes. How can I describe it? That face, it was definitely a beautiful boy in a comic book. My comic character has a face now!"

"Tsk, tsk, no matter how you look at his face, he is a boy, 1.66 meters tall?" Wang Yang was even more disdainful.

"What if he is in the first year of high school? After all, he is a transfer student. It is possible that he just happened to come to take the exam the day before yesterday." Su Zhaozhao retorted dissatisfiedly.

The day before yesterday, only the new first-year and third-year students came. The first-year students came to take the entrance examination, which laid the foundation for subsequent class division and other specific matters.

The third year of high school is a time for exams before the school starts and for people to focus on their studies.

Gossip-mongering Li Yuchong waved his finger and answered Su Zhaozhao with absolute certainty: "No, no, no, he's in his third year of high school! Both of them are in their third year of high school! They took the exam in the last exam room!"

Wang Yang laughed exaggeratedly and said something even more offensive: "Humph, he's already a senior in high school, and he's only 1.66 meters tall. Haha, isn't he just a little dwarf? A dwarf can still make you praise him like this! What's so strange about that?"

"You!...Don't speak so harshly!" Su Zhaozhao's face turned red with anger, but she couldn't refute.

That's what Shang Qing heard when she entered the classroom. "What little dwarf? Dwarf?" It's a bad word. But dwarfs are quite rare.

Are these two guys standing there in a confrontation? The girl's face is red with anger, and the guy has no manners at all.

Shang Qing had no idea that the reason for their confrontation was because of her! She was also the dwarf and the midget!

"Oh my God! What a handsome boy!" Seeing Shang Qing appear at the door, several girls screamed.

Shang Qing frowned and looked at them. What were they screaming about? They scared her. What boys? She turned around and looked back, but there seemed to be no one else. These people were so strange.

However, in their eyes, this slightly frowning and puzzled look is that of a melancholy and innocent boy!

"Hey, who are you? Why are you in our class?" Zhang Qi blocked Shang Qing's way, and his voice was a little high in order to show off.

"I'm in this class. If I'm not here, then where am I?" Shang Qing glanced at him and walked past him, feeling a little puzzled.

She remembered this boy, Zhang Qi, as a poor, talkative, and boastful person. It seemed his personality hadn't changed.

Zhang Qi continued to show off, his voice sharp: "Why are you in this class? Why haven't I heard of any transfer students in this class?"

You know, he is a know-it-all. There is nothing he doesn't know.

"Wow, wow, wow, great news! There's a handsome transfer student in our class."

Another gossipmonger burst in like a little firecracker, his voice high and excited.

Class 13 has always been the gossip hotspot of the school. The news is absolutely guaranteed to be true.

Everyone looked at Shang Qing. Was this classmate the transfer student? Was this boy with such a soft, girlish voice the transfer student from their class?

Why do I feel a bit chilly? Zhang Qi shuddered and looked at Shang Qing with an unconcealable look of horror.

"Zhang Ba'er. You're never going to stop, are you?" Shang Qing stared at Zhang Qi, glancing at his puzzled expression, and asked, "You still haven't figured out who I am, have you?"

The nickname "Zhang Ba'er" was given to him by Shang Qing in elementary school. They were in the same class, or rather, they had been in the same class since childhood! He was so talkative, always gossiping about everyone's affairs, and his presence was everywhere. Plus, his name "Qi" (Qi) also has the character for "kou" (mouth), so the nickname was simply and vividly given to him.

"Shang Qing? Are you Shang Qing?"

Zhang Qi was shocked and involuntarily stepped aside to let Shang Qing in. He still hadn't digested the fact that Shang Qing hadn't called him "Zhang Ba'er" in years. After all, Shang Qing had become a completely different person since the second year of junior high school. He was very sad at the time, as he had liked Shang Qing since childhood.

Shang Qing's voice soon came from not far away, asking, "Zhang Ba'er, where is my seat?"

It had been so long ago that Shang Qing couldn't remember where she sat. Luckily, the class had moved to a new building, and they had announced it in the class group chat in advance. Otherwise, she would have been the unique student who couldn't find her seat in the class when she arrived at school.

"Oh oh. Here it comes. Here it comes."

Zhang Qi hurried forward, leading the way like a younger brother, and led Shang Qing to the last row.

The students nearby were shocked and disgusted. Was it Shang Qing? That weird, poor student who never did anything good!

Su Zhaozhao's eyes, once gleaming with light, dimmed. Her idol was dead. Woo woo woo…

This dirty, messy place is hers? What the hell is this?

Shang Qing felt a bit suffocated as she stood in front of her seat. What was in this desk? A jumble of things, a huge pile crammed in there. Was this a desk or just a garbage dump?

Shang Qing frowned and took everything out of her desk with an expression of annoyance. She wanted to keep a few books, but seeing the horrible graffiti on them, she decided to give up and go back to her homeroom teacher to apply for another set.

Once all the trash had been thrown into the bin, Shang Qing felt a bit better. She ignored the strange looks from the people around her and quietly sat down at her desk. She opened her schoolbag, placed her stationery on the table, and then pulled out a ninth-grade math textbook. She began writing and drawing on it with a gel pen.

The students in the class thought that Shang Qing would be like before, swearing, leading students from other classes to fight in the classroom, and bullying classmates.

But she did nothing, just sat there quietly, concentrating on doing the questions.

The soft light of youth shone into the classroom through the window, scattering on Shang Qing's body. She was covered in a layer of light golden color, hazy, beautiful and quiet. It was as if she had changed!

No! She seems to have forgotten something!

Stop writing. Yes, the homeroom teacher. Thinking of the homeroom teacher, Shang Qing frowned. Who was her homeroom teacher? Why didn't she have any impression of her? No, I think I have some impression of her! She seemed to be a fat...

Before she could sort out her uncertain thoughts, the fat head teacher appeared at the classroom door.

"Children, do you miss me, Yao Pangpang?" A cheerful male voice came from the podium.

Shang Qing raised his head stiffly and looked at the teacher who looked like a pufferfish. Could it be the weird invigilator from that day or someone else?

Woo woo woo… I thought I would no longer have any relationship with him, but who knew that not only was we related, but he was also my homeroom teacher?

That day, when he looked at her like that, everything he did that day made sense.

Sure enough, look! That Fathead Fish, no, Teacher Yao Pangpang's gaze seemed to have penetrated everyone in front of him and looked at her, raising an eyebrow at her.

What could she do? She could only offer a polite smile to the beaming teacher. However, the twitching corners of her mouth betrayed her current sorrow.