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

Three minutes later, Cheng Shu piled up several tall and burly gym students, kicked the leader guy who was still paralyzed on the ground, squatted down and patted his face, "Any ideas?"

The young man would rather die than submit, he spat out the blood foam in his mouth and said in a gloomy voice, "I, Yin Zhiyi, remember you."

Cheng Shu frowned, "Yin Zhiyi? From Class 34?"

"Heard of me?"

"Why isn't your name Yin Zhiping?"

"..."

Bad boy Yin Zhiyi frowned, "Are you only interested in my name?"

Cheng Shu said coldly, "Otherwise?"

Yin Zhiyi said sincerely: "My father is Yin Xingchao."

Cheng Shu: "..."

He had never seen a guy who put his father in his self-introduction so intently, and was so confident and proud.

The boy wiped the blood that was spattered on the back of his hand just now, and said in a low voice: "Understood, I sympathize with your father, is that enough?"

Yin Zhiyi: "..." He had never seen such a disrespectful person, lying on the ground angrily said: "Do you know what my dad does? You dare to hit me!"

Cheng Shu had already put on his schoolbag and was about to walk out of the woods. When he heard this sentence, he just smiled and turned his head, "Do you know what my dad does? You dare to block me? Huh?"

Yin Zhiyi was a little confused by this sudden statement: "No, I don't know..."

Cheng Shu smiled meaningfully, "That's really a coincidence."

He didn't say why it was a coincidence, and he said it was a taste of an expert who couldn't be revealed in ten sentences and nine half-sentences, but he just turned his face away with the corners of his eyes raised.

The young man in the white shirt was slender and straight, and when he walked out of the grove, the light leaked out from his body, it was so beautiful that it looked like a painting, Yin Zhiyi was lying on the ground as a non-straight young man, and he was dumbfounded, and only realized after he left Hou Jue murmured: "Class [-]...Cheng Shu..."

What an interesting classmate♂.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, Cheng Shu arrived home.

Aunt Liu brought out a bowl of soup as usual and urged him to drink it quickly, saying that when he was growing up, he must keep up with his nutrition, otherwise it would be bad for him to be short.

Cheng Shu felt his height of 1.7 meters 1.9, and silently poured down the soup. He did have the idea of ​​growing taller. [-] meters is a good altitude. Anyway, it must be higher than...

Ok?

Unexpectedly, the back of a man appeared in his mind, Cheng Shu frowned in confusion, who is that?

Seeing his expression beside the boy, Mrs. Liu thought the soup was not tasty, and asked a little awkwardly, "Is it not tasty? Did I stew a little too much goji berry in it today?"

Cheng Shu shook his head quickly: "No, it's delicious, I'm just thinking about something."

Aunt Liu narrowed her eyes and smiled when she heard this, "It's good to drink, young master, you drink more, there are still some in the kitchen." She let go of her hand on the apron, and suddenly patted her thigh lightly, "Oh, by the way, when it comes to things, take a look at this, young master."

She hurriedly got up and went to the temporary locker at the door, and took out a large bunch of bouquets from it. Cheng Shu glanced at it from a distance, and all he could see were bright red roses crowded together one by one, according to the number and size of flowers that a flower shop usually wraps. It is estimated that it is about 99 flowers.

Cheng Shu raised his eyebrows, amused: "Who gave this to you?"

Aunt Liu cast a helpless glance at him, "Master, this is not for me, my wife is 53 this year."

Cheng Shu chuckled, "Don't underestimate yourself, could it be for Uncle Zhang?"

Aunt Liu came over with the flowers in her arms and lightly slapped Cheng Shu on the head, and the young man pretended to be ouch and sat back on the sofa, "Then what is it..."

He stopped in the middle of saying this.

It really makes people have to think about it in a wrong way. There is only Sister-in-law Liu and Uncle Zhang in this family, and he is not sending Sister-in-law Liu or Uncle Zhang. Could it be his parents who ran away for a trip?Who gave these to parents.

When Cheng Shu thought about it, he felt a little distressed. Could it be that someone who has always been in love with his mother did not give up and came to send flowers?Does Dad know that if this matter is going to get out, there may be some troubles.

Seeing his expression, Mrs. Liu knew that Cheng Shu must have thought too much. She put the bouquet of flowers on the coffee table and patted the thigh of the young man who was in a daze trying to find a solution. "Master, these flowers are for you. Look at them." , there is another card here."

This was really unexpected.

He said seriously, "But Mrs. Liu, I'm only 17."

Mrs. Liu said: "What's the matter? It means that our young master is popular. It doesn't matter if you don't have any intention of falling in love, but if you put away this bouquet of small gifts, you have to get used to it first." It's a hot item.

Cheng Shu smiled wryly: "All right, please hold the card for me and I'll have a look."

Mrs. Liu looked at him with a smile, her expression was full of childish joy, and she found a card with a black frame and hollowed out from among the dense flowers, on which Cheng Shu's name was written with a white pen, and what else? nor.

Cheng Shu: "..." He is really educated if he can still do this.

Mrs. Liu said: "I guess, this is probably some little girl who was embarrassed to express her feelings to the young master, so she only wrote the young master's name on it, but you have to look at it from the word, young master, Mrs. Liu is an old man who has experienced Look, you can see that there are thoughts everywhere in this pen."

Cheng Shu: "..." Sister-in-law Liu has experienced anything to even see this?

Mrs. Liu left a meaningful smile and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Cheng Shu was the only one holding a beautiful hollowed-out card, facing the large bouquet of roses in front of him, which was messed up in the wind.

After finishing his homework in the evening, Cheng Shu was about to roll onto the bed in a bear pajamas when he suddenly remembered the big bunch of roses downstairs that no one cares about. I took nine flowers out of the living room and was walking back. Suddenly, I noticed that there seemed to be a figure on the white curtain in the back garden, but when I walked over, it looked empty.

Cheng Shu patted his forehead, stepped on his shoes lightly, and went back upstairs. He took a vase that had been left unused and processed the nine flowers. The roots were put into the bottle and placed on the bedside. Turned over on the bed and started to sleep, but still couldn't fall asleep after turning over for a while, turned on the wall lamp again and looked at the vase in his hand.

Cheng Shu didn't know what kind of demon he was suffering from. When he saw the bottle, he suddenly felt very sweet in his heart, so he tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, stared at the bottle rolling for a long time before falling asleep slowly, and even made a The dream of the big vase chasing him around, and when I woke up the next day, I felt that I was probably stimulated by being sent flowers for the first time in my life.

But the second uncle of philosophy tells us that the stimulation of pure surprises generally does not appear. If it does, life must give us a nausea, so that we can return to the ordinary and the true Zen state of mind.

So Cheng Shu's journey to school that day is a good proof of this sentence.

Cheng Shu arrived at the school at [-]:[-]. He had been working on a set of questions these days, so he went early because it was quiet and the environment was good.

The boy was wearing the same white shirt as yesterday, holding a high school competition book in his hand and walking on the way to the classroom. He had to go through a long tree-lined avenue and go upstairs through a small forest. The mottled morning light cast on him looked like Harmonious and beautiful, the whole person is a model of freehand brushwork.

"Yin Zhiyi? What's the matter?" The boy frowned.

Sure enough, Cheng Shu had a natural conflict with Xiaoshulin, why did he come this morning after being blocked yesterday afternoon.

He looked at the guy in front of him whose face seemed to have been sucked dry by a female goblin, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you speak, you're sick with such a bad face?"

Yin Zhiyi said slowly: "I have been waiting for you here for three hours."

It turned out to be lack of sleep.

Cheng Shu glanced at him lightly, "Oh, thank you for your hard work."

Yin Zhiyi frowned and said, "You don't have anything else to say?"

Cheng Shu wondered, "I made you wait here? I still have to be responsible for you, right?"

Yin Zhiyi: "You didn't make me wait, but you have to be responsible."

Cheng Shu sighed, took five yuan from his pocket, and handed it to the boy with a brain twitch, "Here, you're welcome." After speaking, he carried the book and walked upstairs.

Yin Zhiyi was anxious, "Hey, what are you doing! I waited for you all night, shouldn't you express it?"

Cheng Shu's gaze turned to the five yuan he was clutching in his hand, "I told you that it will be useless to touch porcelain passively in this way next time."

Yin Zhiyi was also tall and handsome, and he tore up the five yuan in his hand, "Is this what I want? Cheng Shu! Think it over for me!"

Cheng Shu really thought about it carefully, and he said: "Whoever damages RMB intentionally will be given a warning by the public security organ and a fine of less than 1 yuan will be imposed."

Yin Zhiyi was trembling with anger, Cheng Shu glanced at him, then turned his head and walked upstairs.

"Procedure!"

"Where are you, King of the Golden Horn, should I ask you to answer?" The young man was really a little angry now, and he turned his head around, "Yin Zhiyi, can you tell me quickly if you have something to do? Take it out."

Yin Zhiyi's expression was also a little awkward, and he suddenly said, "You are one of my..."

Cheng Shu: "Speak human words."

Yin Zhiping said a little louder: "You are one of my..."

Cheng Shu: "...Yin Zhiping, what did you eat?"

The boy was a little shy when he heard such a question, he lowered his head and said in a loud voice: "You are the most interesting person I have ever met!" Then he ran towards the sixth class.

Cheng Shu was still immersed in what he said just now and couldn't extricate himself. His feelings were based on the old Chinese doctor's script of youth domineering pain, and it also had the function of shouting at each other on campus.

In the end, he still couldn't bear to call out to Yin Zhiyi who ran out just now. Class [-] was in the opposite direction from Class [-].