Rebirth of a Top Student's Handbook

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Zhou Min idly scrolled through her WeChat Moments, seeing all sorts of micro-business and insurance information.

These are all people Zhou Min had blocked but couldn't help letting out, because Zhou Min's social circle is very narrow now, and she doesn't want to lose contact with these old friends as well.

After two beeps, Zhou Min picked up her phone and saw Chen Sheng's reply: "What, are you planning to have another one for me?"

Zhou Min sighed and typed back: "My mom's pressuring me to have a second child again. I'm speechless."

Chen Sheng: [Can you still have children?]

Zhou Min: [What do you think?]

Chen Sheng: [Then why did you ask?]

Upon seeing this sentence, Zhou Min felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart, as if stabbed by needles.

Although Chen Sheng may not have meant it that way, Zhou Min could still sense a strong sense of disdain in his words.

Perhaps that's just how people are; they often dwell on things they can't have. The same idea of ​​not wanting a second child is completely different from not being able to have one.

Whether it was because her mother talked too much or because of Chen Sheng's attitude, Zhou Min found herself increasingly unable to find her own sense of value, and her daily life felt suffocating.

Sometimes Zhou Min even wondered if she had postpartum depression. Apart from chatting in mothers' groups, she became increasingly reluctant to communicate with others, always feeling that others did not understand her.

Chen Sheng was very disgusted by this and repeatedly asked Zhou Min to leave the group.

Because of marriage and childbirth, Zhou Min has almost lost contact with all her former friends. She doesn't know if she can't even chat online anymore, then what's the difference between her current life and being imprisoned?

Moreover, as Chen Sheng started his own business, he became increasingly busy with work, and the couple communicated less and less.

Zhou Min often felt increasingly estranged from Chen Sheng, and could not imagine how sweet the past few years had been.

Chen Sheng was Zhou Min's junior high school classmate and college classmate. They spent four years together in an unfamiliar city, and now they have been together for eight years.

But gradually, the two lost even the desire to talk; perhaps this is the legendary seven-year itch.

Zhou Min silently pondered all of this, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her life was a mess. She couldn't understand how she had let her life turn out this way.

Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Min vaguely thought, "If I had another chance, I definitely wouldn't do this."

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"Get up quickly, we're going to be late."

There was a constant "ding-dong" noise in her ears. Zhou Min wanted to wake up, but her eyelids were too heavy and she couldn't open them no matter how hard she tried.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, the room was empty.

The room was about 40 square meters, with eight blue iron bunk beds inside. The cement floor was covered with basins and buckets, and there wasn't a single table or chair in the entire room.

Zhou Min stared in astonishment at everything before her. Where was she? She had no idea how she had ended up in such a dilapidated and filthy place.

Zhou Min looked out the window and saw a row of washbasins right outside.

Zhou Min felt that everything looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she was at all. Everything in front of her felt both familiar and strange, like a distant dream.

Zhou Min's mind was in complete chaos.

Just then, a sudden ringing sound rang out: "Ring ring, ring ring..."

Zhou Min shuddered reflexively, immediately rolled over and got out of bed, grabbed the clothes at the foot of the bed and put them on.

The bell stopped ringing quickly, and the dormitory fell silent. This silence made Zhou Min's heart clench.

After getting dressed, Zhou Min looked around the room and finally spotted a mirror next to a pillow on a bed.

Zhou Min quickly stepped forward, grabbed the mirror, and began to look at her own face.

As Zhou Min was getting dressed, she felt something was wrong; it was as if this body didn't belong to her.

Zhou Min was eager to know her current situation.

When Zhou Min saw a fair-skinned, big-eyed, short-haired, round-faced girl in the mirror, she was completely stunned.

Isn't this just like me in junior high school?

Wow, my skin was so good back in junior high! Fair and rosy, so smooth and delicate.

Beneath her large eyes were small, puffy eyes that made them look both innocent and bright. She showed no signs of the fatigue that followed.

Just then, voices suddenly came from outside the door, and Zhou Min, who was carefully examining herself, was immediately awakened by the sound outside the door.

From their voices, you could tell they were student council members coming to inspect the dormitories.

There was no time to hide. Zhou Min had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear it.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Min immediately ran to her bedside, took off her shoes, and got into bed as quickly as possible.

Just then, with two clicks, the dormitory door opened, and a group of about ten people walked in.

These people were also surprised to see Zhou Min.

When they inspect the dormitories, they mainly check the cleanliness of the dormitories and rarely encounter students in the dormitories.

At this time, even if students skip class, they will usually choose to go out and play.

So the group didn't think much of it, and the boy in the lead asked, "Why didn't you go to class?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Min coughed twice while covering her mouth before speaking, "I'm not feeling well today, so I asked the teacher for leave. The teacher told me to come back and rest for a while."

Zhou Min spoke without changing her expression, and the others didn't think much of it.

The boy in the lead nodded and said, "Oh, then you can rest. We'll check the dorms, we'll be right there."

After saying that, he led a group of people around for a while, wrote down the scores in his notebook, and then led them out again.

Seeing that everyone had left, Zhou Min breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Min felt that things couldn't continue like this. No matter what, she should deal with the things that needed to be done first.

Thinking of this, Zhou Min quickly got out of bed, prepared to wash up, and then went to the classroom.

But when Zhou Min looked at the rows of toiletries in front of her, she was stumped again.

Zhou Min had absolutely no idea which one was hers. After thinking about it, Zhou Min felt that using someone else's toothbrush and towel was more unacceptable than not washing up at all.

Gritting her teeth, Zhou Min walked out of the dormitory empty-handed. At a row of pools outside the dormitory, Zhou Min casually rinsed her mouth with tap water, washed her face with her hands, and then walked towards the classroom.

Zhou Min now remembers that this was during her junior high school years, and according to the dormitory, it should be during her third year of junior high school.

Zhou Min remembered that when she was in junior high school, the school had to move the ninth graders into the faculty dormitory because there weren't enough girls' dormitories.

The one-story tile-roofed house where I used to live, which was separate from the girls' dormitory building, was the former staff dormitory and is now the junior high school girls' dormitory.

Moreover, since Zhou Min was in the experimental class in her third year of junior high school, the school arranged for the experimental classes to be in a newly built teaching building, so the classrooms were easy to find.

Following her memory, Zhou Min walked step by step toward the classroom in her mind.

Zhou Min attended junior high school in the town, when people were not yet aware of the need to move to the city.

In addition, with the increase in parents' awareness of education, even though Hongyu Middle School has been adding new classes every year in recent years.

However, all the classrooms were still overcrowded, and many students had to sit outside through the back door because the classrooms were too crowded. They showed no signs of the impoverished state they would later become.

Zhou Min's dormitory and her classroom were located at opposite ends of the school. It only took her a few minutes to walk to the teaching building she remembered.

Before even reaching the classroom, Zhou Min was already drawn in by the sound of students reading aloud coming from inside.

They're so enthusiastic! Unlike me, I feel like my life is stagnant.

When Zhou Min reached the classroom door, she discovered that a teacher was already sitting at the front of the podium.

Zhou Min remembered that a report was required in such situations.

However, Zhou Min had just returned and didn't want to attract the teacher's attention.

Zhou Min quickly scanned the classroom and soon spotted the only empty seat in the third row near the door.

Zhou Min glanced at the teacher who was concentrating on preparing her lesson, then pretended not to notice and secretly slipped into her seat.

After Zhou Min sat down, she took a book out of the desk drawer. When she saw the name on the cover, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After relaxing and calming herself down, Zhou Min began to quietly study English.

Zhou Min remembers that although she did very well in English in junior high school, she hasn't touched English for over four years since graduating from university. She now has absolutely no recollection of what she learned in junior high.

It is now very necessary to hurry up and pick up the lessons again.

Just then, Zhou Min's deskmate suddenly leaned over, covered her mouth with her textbook, and whispered, "Why are you so late today? Did you oversleep again?"

Looking at the thick glasses on the girl's face and her short, curly hair, Zhou Min finally recognized her. The girl in front of her was Lin Xin, her deskmate in the third year of junior high school.

"Hmm, I feel a little uncomfortable." After saying that, Zhou Min turned her attention back to her book.

Although I can understand every text, and the vocabulary is mostly common words, I haven't found any difficulties with the grammar so far.

However, Zhou Min remembered that the English texts in junior and senior high school seemed to require memorization.

Having completely forgotten everything, Zhou Min could only pray silently in her heart: she hoped that no teacher would check her recitation today.