The next day.
Chen Tinghan returned to his youth, but his physique was much weaker than when he had been well-trained in his previous life. Perhaps it was because he was too relaxed, he slept until noon. If Cheng Zhilan hadn't woken him up, he would probably have slept even longer.
Bleary-eyed, he glanced at the digital clock on the wall, confirming that only one day had passed. It wasn't that he still harbored doubts about rebirth, but Old Cheng had said that while he slept, time was secretly speeding up. If he didn't open his eyes, he would sleep until fifteen years later, supporting the future.
It’s as if my home is a black hole, and the flow rates inside and outside the room are different.
Just as he was about to go wash up after leaving the room, Chen Tinghan saw that the mother and daughter were already busy with work. They seemed to be packing clothes for next week's dormitory and bedding for the changing seasons. He asked, "Are you going to school so early?"
No one paid any attention to him. One of the two women was busy scolding and urging him, while the other was busy talking back and acting coquettishly.
This kind of scene is a daily occurrence, and Chen Tinghan doesn't care. He leisurely walks into the bathroom and brushes his teeth and washes up.
The boy in the mirror looked like a real sloppy kid, casually wearing a pair of discarded shirt and shorts as pajamas. They were obviously washed out and white, and they didn't fit him well. His hair was a mess like a bird's nest. If it weren't for the free-spirited school spirit of Haiyi Middle School, he would have been dragged away by his class teacher to have his hair flattened.
However, Liu Huawei had really done something with his hair, but now he didn't dare to provoke him, and he didn't know whether Zhou Jinwei could get there in time before this scumbag could react.
On the last day of the weekend, Chen Tinghan decided not to think about unlucky things and instead thought about the cute girl he would meet tonight. Then he recalled that Li Zishan had also complained about her messy hair. Not only her, but Xu Jingwen and Wu Jiaju had also expressed their opinions.
In his previous life, he pursued rebellion and kept his long hair for half of his sophomore year in high school. He even wanted to dye his hair yellow, but later he thought it was too stupid and gave up.
He didn't want to keep his hair long now, but he was just being cautious and didn't do anything he hadn't done in his previous life. He didn't want to change his image rashly, lest his image as a naive young man collapse and arouse Wang Jinling's suspicion.
After all, it's just that my hair is a little longer, so why should they be so mean and harsh?
Chen Tinghan pursed his lips, picked up Shikui's fallen hairband, and tied up her long hair, then lifted her bangs. The person in the mirror seemed unchanged. He smacked his lips, wishing he could inherit some of his mother's excellent genes.
Then the younger sister passed by and saw Chen Tinghan standing in front of the mirror with his hairband still on. She rolled her eyes and was about to take it off when Chen Tinghan leaned over and asked, "How does it look?"
Chen Shikui flinched, then raised his foot and kicked him, cursing, "Fake sperm, so conceited!"
"Don't kick me all the time. I'm not that ugly, am I?"
Chen Shikui paused, her face slightly red, and whispered, "Anyway, it's better than before."
Chen Tinghan smiled. His sister was in adolescence, so it was normal for her to be a little frank. Just as he was thinking, the phone in his pocket vibrated. He filled his mouth with water, rinsed it, and spit it out before picking up the phone.
On the small screen, the sender's name, made up of many rough pixels, is "Shanshan".
Chen Tinghan didn't want to admit that they were not yet at the stage where they could call each other by such intimate nicknames. He quietly made a note on his phone, and his young body suddenly took on a bit of the middle-aged air of a sleazy person.
Chen Shikui watched from the side and said, "Have you contacted the moderator of the school union forum?"
"He said he had something urgent to do and asked me to wait a while." Chen Tinghan said, "Now we can only wait for his news, otherwise there will be no sales."
"Humph, that's none of my business." Chen Shikui stuck out his tongue and said, "Anyway, my 510 points can't be less."
The brother and sister were about to start arguing again when Cheng Zhilan yelled at the door: "Hurry up, you little bitch! You're going to be late!"
"I know! Are you annoying?" Chen Shikui jogged all the way. Before turning the corner, she did not forget to look back and spread out her palms to make a five.
Chen Tinghan smiled indulgently.
Then, the moment the door closed, he dialed Li Zishan's number.
"Let's go out for dinner and then go back to school together?"
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The place they agreed to meet was a restaurant near the school, a place that served coconut chicken soup. It was newly decorated and quite fashionable from the perspective of this era. There were couples coming and going, including students and even more adults, because the consumption here was not low.
However, since he chose the place, of course he would treat the guests.
Chen Tinghan arrived a little early on purpose, but bumped into Li Zishan at the door of the store. He had the same idea and was carrying a small schoolbag.
He took the backpack naturally and led Li Zishan to sit at the reserved seat.
The seat is next to the window, with a wide view, and you can greedily take in the sunset scenery. With the setting sun by your side, a beautiful woman by your side, and the sweetness in the air can't wait to penetrate your nose. Is there any scene more pleasant than this?
Li Zishan gave him a look of disdain and said, "Hey, choosing a store like this is bad intention."
Chen Tinghan was originally looking at the scenery outside, but when he heard her talk, he turned his head slightly and looked at Li Zishan.
The bad news is that she was wearing a school uniform today. The good news is that the school uniform could not hide her youthful beauty. Rather, it could be said that because of the girl's young appearance, the school uniform complemented her body in a wonderful way.
Li Zishan had a weird hairstyle. Although she had a pair of skillful hands, she didn't tidy it up. Instead, she let it hang down, looking a little messy. It was obvious that it was the work of her aunt who was always on guard against thieves. But how could the girl's black hair completely cover her flawless jade-like face?
She has an oval face, thin curved eyebrows, and slightly raised eyes. She is as beautiful as the last branch of a peach tree, with peach blossoms adorning the branches and a pool of spring water flowing in the stamens.
Overflowing youthful energy is the most soothing. Girls at this stage are sensitive and quite precocious, and often like to make such jokes.
He smiled and said, "If you say something like that again, I'm really going to chase you."
Li Zishan's eyes suddenly became a little vague. She didn't look at Chen Tinghan, but just snorted and didn't respond. She didn't want to be teased.
Then, she began to rummage through her schoolbag and pulled out a cute, transparent pink plastic bag filled with stationery. Chen Tinghan took it and squeezed it, discovering that among the pencils and pens, there was also a medium-sized pencil case.
She lowered her voice and said, "Fifty percent of the proceeds from selling school uniforms are all in here. I have a small account book. If you're worried, go back to school and reconcile the accounts."
This girl, greatly influenced by her aunt You Shenyu, was very shrewd from a young age. She knew not to show off her wealth, but also knew what money could cause. Human nature could not stand the test. Even a trivial amount of money or a funny little thing could cause a dispute and even turn people into enemies.
Besides, Li Zishan is a gentle girl. She doesn't care about trivial matters, but she cares about the injustice that others may suffer.
Unfortunately, no matter how careful she was, Chen Tinghan acted indifferent and casually stuffed the bag into his shoulder bag.
"You really don't want to count the number?" Li Zishan wrinkled his nose, as if he had a cold.
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