[Quick Transmigration] On how to use the charm of personality to conquer the old attack of amnesia

The setting sun burned into a cloud of red clouds in the sky, and the light that it dragged out long shone on the boy lying on the table in the classroom. After everyone had left, he was the only one left.

Cheng Shu rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he sat up, the hard wooden stool under his butt reminded him where he was.

The boy turned his head and looked around the surrounding environment. The familiar layout, the water dispenser placed in the upper left corner of the classroom, and the "three years of sharpening a sword" pasted on the blackboard seemed to have changed nothing, and it seemed that everything had changed.

He seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, he became a very powerful supernatural being, as if he had become a scientist, and there seemed to be a man...

Cheng Shu narrowed his eyes, but couldn't think of anything more.

He helplessly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, but it was just a dream, most likely it was his own subconscious hysteria.

The young man looked at the scattered reference materials on various subjects on the table, stood up, sorted them out and put them into his schoolbag, and suddenly had the illusion that he had never used these reference materials before, and rarely carried a schoolbag. .

how can that be possible?

Cheng Shu was a bit dumbfounded. It was a dream that he became insane. He would carry his schoolbag to class tomorrow, and his parents would not agree with him not carrying a schoolbag. look."

Unable to bear it, he said it as he was thinking in his head, Cheng Shu himself was stunned and laughed.

But there is a place where I feel that the present is unreal, as if I don’t have the feeling of going to school, and I have never been in such an environment before, but how is it possible?

Cheng Shu shook his head, got rid of all the messy things in his mind, picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

What an interesting dream, fantasizing that I will become very powerful... What is it?

The boy's straight and thin body was elongated, and he came down from the escalator with his schoolbag on his back. He suddenly tilted his head in confusion, paused for a moment, and continued walking.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired from studying recently, and I can't even remember what dreams I had.

But I still remember it just now.

The black Mercedes-Benz was parked outside the telescopic door. Uncle Zhang had been waiting at the school gate for a while. If he hadn’t forgotten to bring his pick-up pass, he would have gone in to find someone. At this moment, he was so anxious that he turned around the car and saw Zhilan Yushu from the corner of his eye. The boy let out a sigh of relief as he walked slowly out of the corridor.

"Master, why did you come out so late today?"

Taking the bag on the back of Cheng Shu who was obviously a little stunned, Zhang Zhongming stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the boy with some doubts, "Master?"

As if reacting suddenly, Cheng Shu realized later: "Uncle Zhang."

Thinking it was the result of the high academic pressure at school, Zhang Zhongming sighed, and helped Cheng Shu open the car door to put away his schoolbag, and said with concern, "Master, I'm afraid you're exhausted. Auntie Liu said I made soup for you. Drink soup at night and sleep well."

"Ah."

Responding in a low voice, Cheng Shu tried his best to throw away those confused feelings in his mind, and asked Zhang Zhongming who was driving in front with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, are my parents back?"

"Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng will probably have more than a month to go. I heard that they were very happy traveling outside when they sent a letter to their family. They may not come back until a few days before the young master's birthday." Zhang Zhongming glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled. Said: "It's really enviable, sir and madam are so loving."

Cheng Shu nodded instinctively, but in his heart he felt that this was not the case.

Maybe he was really tired. After waking up today, he always felt that the current moment was not real, and everything he saw seemed to be inconsistent with some things engraved in his instinct.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Zhang Zhongming was also a little worried when he saw it in the mirror, "Is the young master feeling unwell?"

Cheng Shu shook his head, "I fell asleep for a while, maybe I'm still awake."

Zhang Zhongming said: "Young Master, if you feel uncomfortable, please don't hold back. Isn't Teacher Feng coming to your home to teach you later? I'll call him and let him talk about it tomorrow?"

Cheng Shu was confused: "Teacher Feng?"

Zhang Zhongming said with a smile: "Master, don't even forget such things. Mr. Feng is the teacher who tutored you in mathematics. I heard that he is a Ph.D. Master paid a lot of money to hire him before." .”

The boy seemed to suddenly remember at this time, "Yes, the surname is Feng."

The sense of unreality became less and less after waking up, and Cheng Shu had already determined that it was because of some normal sense of confusion in his heart after dreaming, and it gradually healed.

The Cheng family's villa is not far from this elite high school, so the car arrived within a short time. When Zhang Zhongming took Cheng Shu's schoolbag, the boy had already opened the car door and got off the car, and rang the doorbell on the smart lock , a fat but kind figure in an apron appeared on the small display screen next to him.

"It's the young master who's back!" Mrs. Liu said with a smile.

"Ah."

The electronic door in front of Cheng Shu opened with a click, and Zhang Zhongming, who came up behind him, immediately opened the door for him, "Young master, go in quickly, Mrs. Liu is definitely going to serve you soup, you can drink something warm later Warm your stomach, we will have dinner around seven o'clock."

Cheng Shu nodded, and Zhang Zhongming followed him all the way to the door of the study before handing him the schoolbag.

"I asked Mrs. Liu to bring you the soup?"

The young man smiled slightly, "No need, Uncle Zhang, I'll go down and drink by myself later."

When he refused, he seemed as casual as before, but when he spoke, he revealed a stern and inviolable temperament. Zhang Zhongming didn't know why he scratched the ground with his feet stiffly for a minute, and when he came back to his senses By then, the door of the study had been closed lightly, and a little sweat was unconsciously breaking out from behind.

This is a very strange thing.

In the past, the young master of their family also had this soft and gentle personality, but it may be because his parents are often not around, so some of the gentleness in these characters is also due to instinctive weakness and unfrustrated sunshine , but today since coming back from school...

Zhang Zhongming grew up watching Cheng Shu, and at this moment he only vaguely felt that something had changed, but he didn't quite understand it.

Like a smooth and elastic ball, it suddenly becomes hard and has sharp edges and corners. You don't need to search to know that the inside is a cold and hard stone, but no matter what, Zhang Zhongming doesn't think it's a bad thing.

People also have to grow up.

Zhang Zhongming, who walked down the stairs, told himself.

After Cheng Shu took out all the homework for today, before he had time to look at it, he heard Mrs. Liu's voice below. It seemed that Mr. Feng had come. His hearing seemed to be very good today. Loud sound.

But the sound insulation effect of this door is very good in memory.

The young man frowned in confusion, and didn't intend to look at the materials in his hand, so he went down to drink some soup before coming up with the teacher surnamed Feng.

Walking downstairs, Mrs. Liu happened to be serving soup. A man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on the sofa. When he saw him, he greeted him, "Xiaoshu."

Cheng Shu nodded, "Teacher Feng."

The man wore thick bottle-bottom glasses, raised his head and smiled at the boy, "How is the exam recently? I heard that your school just passed a test?"

Cheng Shu thought for a while, and found that there was such a thing in his memory, and said truthfully, "Well, I took the test last Thursday and Friday."

Feng Sen nodded, "Did you take the math test, how many points?"

The young man frowned, as if he didn't want to hear this question, but in fact Cheng Shu was just thinking, as if the time had passed so long that he didn't remember much.

Feng Sen asked: "What's the matter, did you not do well in the exam?"

Cheng Shu sat down on the sofa at one side, and honestly said according to the white paper and red letters in his memory: "62, out of 150."

Feng Sen listened to the first half of the sentence, and the sentence that came out of his mouth was still a pass. He was choked in his throat and couldn't get out.

He said, "Are you sure you read it right?"

Cheng Shu replied in disguise: "Both my eyes are 5.2."

Feng Sen made a long cry, his expression was erratic, but the tragic meaning of the country's destruction and family destruction was obvious, and Cheng Shu felt that the whole living room was filled with this atmosphere of hatred for iron and steel.

Mrs. Liu came out with two bowls of soup. Looking at Feng Sen's appearance, she knew that she must have been hit again. She put the soup in front of him and said, "Teacher Feng, Xiao Shu is not stupid. He already knows how to count when he is still babbling and sucking, do you think there are some things he doesn't understand, don't worry, let's talk about it again?"

Cheng Shu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, Mrs. Liu was treating him as a child, and even brought out the past events as evidence of her own IQ.

But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has never shown any talent in mathematics since then. It seems that it is really difficult to give other examples, so he can only helplessly listen to Mrs. Liu telling Feng Sen that he is very smart. , has great potential, what is missing is a good teacher who knows how to teach.

Although Feng Sen didn't know how many times he had heard this statement, he nodded eagerly because of the element of spiritual salvation at this time, "Yes, yes, he is not stupid, he is not stupid, he is very smart, very smart, I will Tell him some ideas carefully, and it will definitely not be like this next time."

Cheng Shu: "..."

Looking at his expression, Cheng Shu didn't know why, but felt that these words were not comforting, but a bit like self-paralyzing hypnosis. Feng Sen prayed like a faithful religious believer.

But Cheng Shu thought about his math grades.

Pity.