Read The Whole Class Transmigrated Then Transmigrated Back

Hometown Complex

If we were to count the happiest times in the three years of high school, physical education class would definitely be one of the highlights.

Without the pressure of further study brought by the physical education scores in the senior high school entrance examination, physical education classes in high school are one of the few moments for students to relax - especially after the physical education teacher frequently took sick leave due to his weak health. The physical education classes that have become increasingly scarce over time have become an irreplaceable white moonlight in the hearts of students.

After completing the warm-up exercise of walking around the playground, the remaining forty minutes plus the ten-minute break time become the students' free time.

Without the supervision of teachers, students can choose to play ball, go back to the classroom, or go to the canteen to get a snack.

But for some reason, more students chose the canteen today.

——It seems that the food in the cafeteria today is particularly bad!

Ms. Zhao, the store manager who has been in the canteen since the school opened and is ranked among the top 5 in terms of qualifications, has always been extremely disgusted with the school canteen's behavior of deducting portions. Since she moved in, she has had a beautiful vision: to let the canteen of No. 2 Middle School heal every student who has been heartbroken by the canteen.

Poor child.

She let out a light sigh and quickly brought out the various snacks she had prepared long ago. Her gaze, as loving as that of a piglet, fell on each young face. She warmly told them not to be polite and to take whatever they wanted to eat - then she quoted a monopoly price that was at least half as expensive as outside the school without any psychological burden.

However, no student was willing to care about the difference of a few dollars at this moment. A dozen students sat around a table in the corner in twos and threes, each with a bowl of instant noodles. The mist obscured their eager eyes, and everyone couldn't help swallowing the saliva that had already overflowed in their mouths as they smelled the strong aroma full of technology.

"...How long have you been soaking?"

The math class representative who had the best sense of time, Gao Shu, looked at his watch and said calmly with great anticipation: "3..."

"Three minutes?"

“2, 1——”

Eighteen uniform lid-lifting actions unveiled this "grand" afternoon tea salon. As soon as the long-awaited taste came into the mouth, some of the emotionally-inclined people even had tears in their eyes.

We are obviously used to eating delicacies from land and sea, but why can just a bowl of ordinary instant noodles make people so moved and happy?

There are also ham sausage and braised eggs...

The eighteen students could hardly lift their heads while eating. Some even had tears in their eyes and were about to cry. The students from other classes and Ms. Zhao who were coming in and out were shocked by what they saw.

This is too much! How bad is the food in the school cafeteria today that a bowl of instant noodles can make the children cry?

Ms. Zhao, who prided herself on being the smartest person in Y City, felt guilty for a moment. After much hesitation, she took down a few boxes of AD calcium milk that were about to expire from the shelf and gave a bottle to each student.

"Auntie is treating you to drinks, it's free."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhao!" Lin Lang, the cultural and arts committee member who cried the hardest, wiped away her tears, inserted a straw and took a sip impatiently. The familiar sour and sweet taste filled her mouth, and the tears that had been stopped with great difficulty almost burst out again.

Along with the opening of the taste buds, the memory of being a human for seventeen years is revealed, like a trickle of water flowing through a scarred heart, healing the painful memories that have been buried in time but never completely resolved.

Although this road is a bit long, fortunately——

——Finally home.

...

"I heard that you guys ate instant noodles together at the canteen today, and cried while eating?"

During evening self-study, Rui Hang raised his head from a thick stack of books and suddenly said.

Student from Class 9, Grade 2: "..."

The students lowered their proud heads one after another, revealing expressions of shame that could not be looked at directly.

This kind of thing is all about emotion. When the emotion is there, no matter the exaggerated way of eating or the tears, it is a natural performance. Everyone is immersed in the joy of returning home, so naturally they don’t think there is anything wrong.

But after getting over the emotional point, looking back at their overall performance, especially when it was specifically pointed out by their own class teacher, all the nostalgia and emotion disappeared, leaving only the purest shame and embarrassment.

Looking at the faces that were full of regret, Rui Hang sneered in his heart and finally felt a little relieved.

God knows that he was organizing teaching files in the office in the afternoon when he was suddenly notified by the dean of studies to go to the principal's office. Along the way, he was fully prepared to cover up the lies for his students if they were discovered to be in a premature relationship. However, he was caught off guard by the principal and was asked indirectly whether he and the students in his class had any opinions about the school cafeteria. He felt so confused and embarrassed.

Let’s not talk about what it has to do with him. This group of students were enjoying their food, but he hadn’t even had a bite yet!

Compared to the 18 food lovers who went straight to the convenience store, the other six students who chose to stay in the playground had no sense of collective honor of "prosperity and adversity are all shared" at this moment, and they all showed happy expressions of eating melons.

"Teacher Rui." Lin Yuan raised his hand, not hiding the mockery in his eyes at all: "Where did you hear about this?"

Rui Hang picked up the water cup, blew away the wolfberries on the edge, took a sip slowly, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter who told me, the point is--"

His eyes swept across the shy faces with a half-smile: "It is said that Aunt Zhao from the canteen cried bitterly because of the noodles you ate. She used this as a typical case to complain about the school meals again. This is to firmly protest the proposal initiated by the principal to 'ban students from eating lunch and dinner in the canteen'."

At this point, Rui Hang paused, the corners of his lips curled up a little, but his eyes were not smiling at all: "Congratulations, you have become famous throughout the school. By the way, I have also become famous because of you, hehe."

Student from Class 9, Grade 2: "..."

Rui Hang just wanted the students to experience his feelings in the afternoon. He understood that the students were homesick and could not suppress their emotions, and he did not intend to deal with it in a big way. So after making a sarcastic remark, he changed the subject neatly: "There is one more thing to inform you about the drama that our class will perform at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. We must complete the script revision and role selection in the next two days and start rehearsals."

"...Are we really going to perform a drama?" Zhou Xun was stunned, a little surprised.

I thought it was just an excuse to fool the principal. After all, nothing is certain before the review of the performance programs for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala begins. Every year, the class prepares several programs, and finally selects one or two to submit for review. It is common to temporarily change the program before the review.

It happened to be a drama. This was not something that could be easily accomplished by just putting together a makeshift team.

Now that they haven't even fully adapted to the Earth, they have to spend time preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival party and also have to balance their studies. Isn't that a bit too cramped?

How could Rui Hang, the class teacher, not notice the problem that Zhou Xun was worried about?

"Originally, I didn't plan to really let you perform the play. I thought I could find an excuse to get away with it later. But this afternoon, the dean suddenly told me that he was looking forward to our class's play performance."

The principal and the dean of studies were both powerful leaders who were superior to him. Before the students adapted to modern society, he did not want to conflict with the leaders and lose his identity as a teacher who could legitimately supervise the students.

Since I am a good teacher in the eyes of my leaders, I naturally cannot continue to fool them in the face of their expectations.

"Come to think of it, I didn't expect the principal to be such a gossip. He actually told the dean of studies within just one class." Rui Hang touched his chin and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Yu Zhi/Lin Yuan, who has excellent hearing: "......"

Dare not speak.

Seeing that the drama was a done deal, the students stopped dwelling on it and instead started discussing the content of the performance.

"Teacher Rui, we are not really going to perform Thunderstorm, are we?" Class monitor Su Mingya raised her hand and asked curiously, "Why does it have to be the Thunderstorm script?"

Even if it is an excuse to fool the principal, since it involves Western fantasy themes, wouldn't it be more appropriate to use Western works with fantasy elements such as "Hamlet" or "A Midsummer Night's Dream"?

Is it just because "Thunderstorm" is what they are going to learn this semester?

"I'm not a professional Glory player." Bai Luo, the psychological counselor, lay on the table and complained with a smile.

"Your Highness, I can tell from the first glance that you are not sensitive enough to the relationships between classmates." Seeing that Rui Hang did not notice the connection between him and Yu Zhi in this incident, Lin Yuan immediately started to show off again, winking at the back row and saying, "Don't you know that there is someone in our class who is naturally suited to Thunderstorm?"

Su Mingya: “…”

With a slightly confused look, he looked in the direction Lin Yuan pointed, and soon uttered an understanding "Oh——".

It has been so long that I almost forgot that there is such a complicated relationship in the class!

"Let me be clear." Math class representative Gao Shu pushed up his glasses. "Lin Lang can't be considered my stepmother. She just took someone else's identity and sneaked into the palace. Therefore, her relationship with my father is not legal. In the end, it was she who killed my father. I don't think she is similar to Fan Yi in terms of personality and work style."

"Really? I think Fanyi's bold love and hate personality is quite suitable for me." Facing Gao Shu's long speech, Lin Lang did not mind being teased about her identity as a "stepmother". Instead, he said with relish: "Besides, it's just acting. What roles have I not played in Parnaki? Why do I feel so restrained after returning to Earth?"