"Wang Zheng! Stand up right now! How dare you sleep in my class!"

Wang Zheng was groggily woken up by someone pushing him, and stood up still half asleep.

"Brother Zheng, you're really brave. You even dared to sleep in the old witch's class. You're really amazing."

Wang Zheng looked at his deskmate next to him. The boy had a small head, curly hair, a round face, and small eyes. He was making a funny face, which looked indescribably comical.

What's going on? Isn't that my high school deskmate with curly hair?

After graduating from high school, we went our separate ways. We kept in touch for the first few years of college, but after we all graduated, we had our own lives and worked hard in different cities. Gradually, we lost touch and our relationship faded. How come you're still sitting next to me now?

Wait, old witch, sleeping in class?

Wang Zheng immediately came to his senses and carefully examined his surroundings.

The teacher on the podium was still lecturing: "Don't think you can relax just because you're still in your second year of high school. There are only 400 days left until the college entrance examination. You can't relax for even a day now. You dare to sleep in class? Wang Zheng, you'll stand up for this class! Wake up properly."

The students around him turned around to look at Wang Zheng. Some smirked, while others winked and gloated. As Wang Zheng looked at these students, the memories in his mind slowly matched one by one with these faces.

Wang Zheng was momentarily unable to accept it. "No, it must be a dream, but this dream is too real."

"Brother Zheng, what kind of dream are you having? Why don't you want to wake up?" Curly-haired guy covered his mouth and continued to tease Wang Zheng.

"Curly Hair, what year and date is it now?"

Wang Zheng rubbed his throbbing head, feeling a bit confused.

On one hand, memories reminded him that his name was Wang Zheng and he came from 2040. After graduating from university, he worked hard for seven or eight years, established his own company, and had just received investment that caused his net worth to skyrocket. He was about to reach the pinnacle of his life.

On the other hand, another memory tells him that his name is Wang Zheng, he is a high school student, and he fell asleep in class because of too much pressure and a headache.

Two conflicting thoughts churned in his mind, and Wang Zheng suddenly felt a splitting headache, his face turned deathly pale, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

"Zheng-ge, are you alright? Are you still half asleep? It's April 15th, 26th year of the Republic of China. You're not in good spirits. Are you about to awaken? Teacher, Wang Zheng looks very uncomfortable. Please come and take a look."

The middle-aged teacher, whom Curly called the "old witch," quickly came over, touched Wang Zheng's burning forehead, and immediately said, "You all go to study first. I'll take Wang Zheng to the infirmary."

Then he helped Wang Zheng out of the classroom.

After the teacher left the classroom, the students started discussing it.

"Is my brother Zheng about to awaken his powers naturally? This is amazing!"

Curly is undoubtedly the best at blowing his hair up, since the two of them are the closest friends.

"It's not that easy to awaken naturally. As we all know, natural awakening usually occurs between the ages of 14 and 16. The older you are, the lower the probability of natural awakening. We are all almost 16 years old. When summer vacation comes, the school will arrange for us to inject spiritual gene drugs. If we are lucky, we will awaken our talents and become awakened. If we are unlucky, we can only treat it as an improvement to our physical fitness."

"That's right. In the 26 years since the Spiritual Aura Era began, out of more than 300,000 test takers in the entire Jingnan City, only about a hundred geniuses have achieved natural awakening. It's not that easy." A classmate immediately poured cold water on the idea.

"That's not how it works. Last year, our No. 1 High School had one student who was directly admitted to Beijing University. And this year, there's Li Yao from No. 2 High School and Su Ji from No. 13 High School," another student chimed in.

Curly was about to speak again, still unconvinced, when he saw the teacher had already entered the classroom, so he immediately lowered his head and pretended to be reading a book.

"Quiet down, stop discussing, let's continue the lesson. We were just talking about..." Seeing that the teacher had returned and started to continue the lesson, the students quieted down.

Wang Zheng lay on the bed in the infirmary and slowly calmed himself down.

I have definitely been reborn. This is my high school, but not entirely. The layout of the school is different from what I remember. At least before, there was no such luxurious infirmary with so many school doctors.

Thinking about how the unfamiliar school doctor had examined him and told him that he was under too much pressure and had exhausted himself, and that he should rest, Wang Zheng couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"I've worked so hard for so many years, and the company was finally starting to do well. I spent every day drinking and smiling in front of clients to get sponsorships and investments. Everything was on track, and I was about to start enjoying life. Now you're telling me I've been reborn? I have to do it all over again? I don't want to! Let me go back!"

After venting for a while, Wang Zheng gradually accepted reality. Comparing his memories, Wang Zheng found many differences, and the awakening that Curly had mentioned before also made him somewhat concerned.

Moreover, the professions of my parents in this life are different from those in my previous life.

In my past life, my parents were ordinary teachers. In this life, my mother seems to be a researcher at some research institute. She was very secretive and never talked about work-related matters at home, even though she was often away working overtime.

My father is still as strict with me as he was in my previous life. He not only urges me to study, but also forces me to exercise. However, he doesn't seem to have a stable job. He goes out often and is a stay-at-home dad.

Many memories are conflicting, and trying to recall them carefully will give you a headache. Wang Zheng had no choice but to give up on recalling them and got up to walk towards the classroom.

When Wang Zheng returned to the classroom, it was already empty. He looked at the timetable and realized that the next two classes were physical education classes. Goodness, there were 46 classes a week, more than 20 of which were physical education classes. The rest were divided equally among subjects like Chinese, math, physics, chemistry, biology, history, geography, and politics.

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