"I'm back." Mr. Qiao's voice sounded outside. After checking the information, Yuan Jing turned off the computer and walked out to greet his father.
"Dad, I'm back. Mom bought some grapes. Eat a grape and give it to me."
"Hey, hey." Mr. Qiao smiled and enjoyed his son's hospitality. After a tiring day at work, this was the most comfortable time. With a grape in his mouth and slippers on his feet, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Unlike Ji's father in the previous life, Qiao's father was not tall and was a little fat at this age. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, making him look particularly kind and friendly.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Qiao have low educational levels and would not attract much attention if placed in a crowd of people, but in the original person's eyes, they are the best dad and mom.
When Mr. Qiao sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, Yuan Jing walked behind him and gave him a massage. Yuan Jing, who was proficient in various acupoints and knew how to massage the most comfortably, made Mr. Qiao feel very comfortable. When he saw Mrs. Qiao coming out of the kitchen, he boasted: "Let your son give you a massage later. Our son's skills are really good. Xiao Jing, where did you learn it from?"
Yuan Jing made up a nonsense sentence: "See, this is how the school doctor in the school clinic gives massages."
"Look, our son is so smart, he learned it right away."
Mother Qiao also smiled and said, "Of course. No matter whose son he is, our son takes after his mother."
"Okay, okay, it's up to you." Father Qiao said good-temperedly.
Mr. Qiao came back and the meal was on the table. The family sat in the living room with the TV on. The three of them ate and chatted about their neighbors, work, and school. It was a very warm family, just like countless other ordinary families. Everyone was busy all day, and coming home in the evening to spend the best time to exchange emotions at the dinner table.
After dinner, Yuan Jing took the initiative to wash the dishes. After cleaning up, he watched TV with Qiao's parents for a while, and then went into the room to do his homework. Outside in the living room, Qiao's parents turned the TV volume to the lowest level. Although the door was closed, they were worried that it would affect their son.
The monthly exam is next week. Yuan Jing has no plans to do anything else. He focuses on studying and will consider other things, such as making money, after he finishes the exam.
Time passed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the last subject of the monthly exam was over. Wei Hao wanted to ask Yuan Jing to go to the Internet cafe to play games and relax, but Yuan Jing refused, saying that he had something to do at home and had to take care of it first, and he would play with them next time.
It was still early after the exam, and Yuan Jing was the only one home. Yuan Jing washed and picked out the vegetables to be cooked in the evening from the refrigerator, so that he could cook them directly on the stove when Qiao's mother came back. Then he went back to his room and turned on the computer, which he had not touched for the past few days because of the exam.
Although he has never encountered it, Yuan Jing has thought about how to make some money. He cannot study and go to college step by step because it will be of no use for his future situation. He can only passively wait for death to come to their family of three.
No matter what he wants to do, money is indispensable. In his previous life, except for the initial period, he never worried about money. Even at the beginning, there were abundant resources in the mountains for him to obtain, and it was very convenient to make money. Now what can he do as a high school student? Can he go hunting in the mountains or collect herbs? Or sell prescriptions? None of them work.
Finally, Yuan Jing found a translation website and helped people translate professional medical articles. He was very familiar with Chinese to English and English to Chinese.
When Qiao's mother came back, Yuan Jing had just finished translating a short story with a lot of professional terms and submitted it for testing, and came out to help Qiao's mother get the slippers.
"I knew you would come home early today. On the way back, I bought you a braised pig ear that you like to eat. I will cut it up and eat it with your dad in the evening. Oh, help me wash and pick the vegetables today. I can relax a little and wait for your dad to come back before cooking." Qiao's mother walked into the kitchen and took a look. She said happily that her son was more sensible and considerate than other families. "You can play on the computer. It's a rare opportunity to relax after the exam."
"Hey." Yuan Jing continued to go into the room to look for articles that needed to be translated. The original body has always been self-conscious in learning, so Qiao's father and mother never thought there was anything wrong with putting a computer in their son's room, and they did not forbid their son to play computer. The situation where other children are addicted to computer games is impossible to happen in their family.
Even after the monthly exam, Qiao's mother only wanted to buy her son some of his favorite food to reward him for his hard work in studying, but she didn't ask her son how he did in the exam or whether his grades were good or bad.
The short story he had just sent out had received a reply when Yuan Jing sat back at his computer, saying that his translation was very good and quoting a price for him to translate other articles. Yuan Jing accepted the job without complaining about the price. He wanted to build his reputation first, and future work would naturally come to him.
Yuan Jing's translation was not only accurate but also efficient. He translated and sent out an entire long article that very evening, then turned off his computer and went to sleep. The person on the other side of the computer originally thought that it would take at least the next night to get it back, so he just took a look at it out of habit before going to bed. Unexpectedly, a translated article was in his mailbox.
After opening it and taking a few glances, he was pleasantly surprised to find a skilled translator. He quickly transferred a sum of money into the account Yuan Jing had given him.
From that day on, Yuan Jing translated every day like a hardworking bee. Gradually, everyone in the small circle knew about Yuan Jing. Not only did he have solid medical expertise, but he was also proficient in English, French and German. He could speak these three languages fluently. People privately joked that this big shot who came out of nowhere actually cared about this little money.
In addition to translating quickly and accurately, Yuan Jing would habitually point out some errors during the translation process and let the other party decide whether to change them. However, after receiving the translation, these people would ask other people and find that the places pointed out by Yuan Jing were all correct.
In particular, there was a client who was a graduate student majoring in medicine. His English level was a bit low, so he directly sent a paper that needed to be translated into English to Yuan Jing for translation. As a result, Yuan Jing found four problems in the paper. He was shocked and quickly sent the original paper and the translation to his supervisor. After reading them, the supervisor told him affirmatively that the translator's level was higher than his.
Yuan Jing didn't care what others speculated. When the results of the second monthly exam came out, he used the time of more than a month to accumulate more than 30,000 yuan in his mobile phone account plus his usual pocket money. For a high school student from an ordinary family, this number was not small.
As soon as Yuan Jing entered the classroom that day, he found that many people looked up and saluted him, and his deskmate Wei Hao waved to him.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Jing touched his face, thinking that he didn't wash his face clean in the morning.
"You are this!" Wei Hao gave his deskmate a thumbs up in admiration. "In the last monthly exam, you ranked seventh in the class and 47th in the grade. This time, you jumped directly to first place and ranked third in the grade. If you keep up this momentum, you may even take the top spot in the grade."
"That's right, Qiao Yuanjing, you're really amazing. The honor roll will definitely be out today. The results were obtained by the study committee member by asking the teacher. It seems that you study as usual. Did you stay up late to study hard when you went back?" The classmate at the front desk turned around and said with admiration, and tried to inquire about Qiao Yuanjing's study method.
Looking at these classmates with envious and jealous expressions, Yuan Jing inexplicably felt like he was being bullied. He had two more lifetimes of experience, and if his grades didn't improve, he would be embarrassed to step into this classroom.
The students who study hard in the class are all competing with each other, fearing that they will fall behind others. Now seeing Qiao Yuanjing's rapid progress, they are envious and jealous and want to learn study methods from him.
Being watched by so many eyes, Yuan Jing, who had an old cucumber in his shell, felt a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and said, "I have adjusted my study method recently. If you want to know, I can tell you."
"Really?" More than a dozen classmates came up at once.
"Of course it's true. I recently reorganized my notes. If you want to read them, you can take a look. However, my method may not be suitable for you."
"I want."
"I want some too. Qiao Yuanjing, can you lend me your notes so I can make a copy?"
"Okay, just borrow it and return it."
The class monitor and the study committee member were jealous. It turned out that the two of them had always been ranked first and second in the class, and it was either you or I who got the first place. Unexpectedly, in this monthly exam, Qiao Yuanjing surpassed them both.
Seeing other students grabbing Qiao Yuanjing's notes, they thought with sore eyes that it was just luck this time. They didn't know whether they could maintain the first place next time. They must not let Qiao Yuanjing surpass them in the next monthly exam.
Both of them were determined and decided to study for another hour in the evening, no, an hour and a half, because they didn't believe that Qiao Yuanjing could pass them in the exam.
After the morning reading, Yuan Jing was dragged by Wei Hao to look at the red list downstairs. As expected, Yuan Jing saw at a glance that he was ranked third on the red list. He jumped up quickly this time. He heard many people discussing who Qiao Yuanjing was. Wei Hao was very pleased to hear that. Although they were not talking about him, he was a good brother and deskmate, so he was proud of it.
The first class was math class taught by our homeroom teacher, Ms. Yang. The usually serious homeroom teacher softened her expression this time. In addition to Qiao Yuanjing's considerable progress, the overall performance of the class also improved. She praised Qiao Yuanjing and asked everyone to learn from him.
When the second class was over, the teacher had not left yet and the head teacher, Teacher Yang, came again, taking up some of everyone's rest time.
"Hello classmates, we have a new student transferred into our class. Please come up and introduce yourself."
Yuan Jing blinked and recalled his original memory. Yes, there was a transfer student in his class when he was in the second year of high school. In addition to his deskmate, his original self only had good friends with a few people who loved to study. He did not have many friends. Logically, he did not have much contact with this transfer student and would not have left a deep impression on him. However, he had a good memory of this person.
As soon as Teacher Yang finished speaking, he waved outside, and a boy with... purple hair and a very non-mainstream style came in. Yuan Jing clearly saw Teacher Yang looking at the purple hair with disdain. The fact that Teacher Yang couldn't resist kicking him out on the spot and dyeing his hair back showed that this transfer student had a great background.
The transfer student walked to the podium and looked down with a disdainful attitude.
"I'm Zhou Hengjun, that's it, teacher, where should I sit?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, she acted like the host. Teacher Yang frowned at the transfer student. She was leading this class quite well, and suddenly a student like this who looked very unruly came in. She could imagine how bad the impact would be, but the principal had spoken, so she had to accept him.
"You're tall, so go to the back."
Indeed, standing next to Teacher Yang, who is 1.6 meters tall, he felt almost two heads taller than him, and Teacher Yang had to look up to look him straight in the eye.
This was exactly what Zhou Hengjun wanted. He threw his schoolbag aside, stretched out his long legs, and strode backwards. He was gone in just a few steps.
"Wow, this classmate Zhou is so handsome, so cool." Yuan Jing heard the female classmate next to him scream softly.
Wei Hao also joined in the fun: "This boy is really cool, but Yuan Jing, do you think this purple hair looks good? I want to dye it someday, too?"
Yuan Jing glanced at Zhou Hengjun who had already sat down in the back. His legs were too long, so he had to stretch them out to the aisle outside the desk. Yuan Jing paused at his purple hair and said, "Believe it or not, if you dye it tomorrow, Teacher Yang will be able to shave all your hair tomorrow."
"No way, Teacher Yang can't treat us differently like this."
Yuan Jing patted his head in amusement and said, Teacher Yang would definitely treat you differently, so don't be too optimistic.
When the class started, several students in the class, which usually had good discipline, kept looking back secretly. Yuan Jing also took a look and saw that the new student was lying on the desk, perhaps sleeping or something, and the textbook he had received was still in his schoolbag.
The teacher in class was dissatisfied and decided to mention it to the head teacher after class, as this would affect other students.
Yuan Jing narrowed his eyes. This transfer student had indeed brought a lot of new topics to the Grade 2 (2) class, but it came to an abrupt end at the end of the year. No one had expected that this student who had given all the teachers a headache would die because of saving a child from drowning in the middle of winter.
When the news came, both the teachers and classmates were shocked and heartbroken. They couldn't even see him off for the last time because he was not from this city and his family took him back to handle his funeral.
Originally, I was a good student and had little contact with Zhou Hengjun. I didn't even like such a reckless person. So when I heard the news, I was also very surprised. It was the first time I realized that life was so fragile. I also reflected that I shouldn't look at people with tinted glasses.
It was indeed a pity. Yuan Jing carefully checked his memory and wrote down the date and location of the accident. It was just a piece of cake for him, so why not do it?
Soon classmates discovered that Zhou Hengjun was not only handsome, but his purple hair also made him look particularly cool and unique. Moreover, Zhou Hengjun had a great background. During lunch time in the cafeteria, Zhou Hengjun entered the cafeteria surrounded by several people, but he had a cold look on his face and didn't pay much attention to the people around him.
Yuan Jing and Wei Hao were also eating in the cafeteria. They rushed over as soon as the get out of class was over, and Zhou Hengjun appeared halfway through their meal.
Wei Hao's eyes widened in surprise: "Yuan Jing, look, isn't that Hou Xurui? This guy usually looks down on others. Now he is going to get food for the transfer student in our class."
Yuan Jing raised his head and looked over. Hou Xurui was a very famous student in their No. 1 Middle School, because Hou Xurui's father was the secretary general of the city. Although the school environment was simpler than outside and the high school students were much simpler, it did not mean that some students could not understand it. Some parents of students also told them to have more contact with Hou Xurui, so Hou Xurui was surrounded by many lackeys. It was also said that Hou Xurui was dating the school belle of their No. 1 Middle School.
"Except Hou Xurui, the others are also celebrities in our No. 1 Middle School. Who is the transfer student in our class? Why is he so awesome?" Wei Hao said with admiration.
Yuan Jing smiled and lowered his head to eat again: "That means Zhou Hengjun is more powerful than Hou Xurui. Okay, let's eat quickly."
Wei Hao responded twice, but after taking a few bites of rice he secretly went to check out the situation over there. He was not the only one there, and Yuan Jing was probably the calmest.
In just one lunch time, Zhou Hengjun became a celebrity in No. 1 Middle School. Even after lunch, people from other classes ran outside their classrooms, wanting to see what this celebrity looked like. Unfortunately, Zhou Hengjun himself did not show up after lunch. Until the bell rang for the first class in the afternoon, Zhou Hengjun kicked open the door behind him, wearing loose clothes, and walked to his seat in a few steps.
If others dress like this, they would be called unkempt, but Zhou Hengjun has a good frame, so when he dresses like this, he looks unruly, has personality, and looks exceptionally handsome.
Yuan Jing was doing his homework while listening to other people's discussions, especially the girls, who couldn't help but laugh. Forgive him for not being able to appreciate such a style, but of course he wouldn't be disgusted by it. After all, based on the fact that Zhou Hengjun sacrificed himself to save others in his previous life, they knew that he was essentially a very kind person.
After the first get out of class, Yuan Jing, who had to pee, hurried to the toilet. He happened to see Zhou Hengjun and Hou Xurui in the toilet. Zhou Hengjun had an impatient expression on his face.
Yuan Jing didn't care about these two people at all. He just focused on draining the water. After draining the water, he felt comfortable and washed his hands and was about to leave. Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder and he was dragged back two steps. If he had not traveled through a peaceful era in his previous life, Yuan Jing would have thrown the man out with an over-the-shoulder throw as soon as he got up from the hand.
Yuan Jingchao looked back and was surprised to find that the person who was holding him back was actually Zhou Hengjun. What was he going to do?
Zhou Hengjun said to Hou Xurui impatiently: "Don't bother me, are you annoying? Let's go!"
After that, he pushed Yuan Jing out, his hand still on Yuan Jing's shoulder, like a brother. Yuan Jing didn't want to get involved in their affairs, but a stunned person came out. He blinked and looked up at Zhou Hengjun. Why did he smell a familiar smell? That was only on Jiang Qingshan.
When he thought of Jiang Qingshan, his heart ached. He obviously wanted to use his busy life to prevent him from missing Qingshan, but the smell of this man awakened the memories hidden deep in his heart. Looking at this man's face, he lost his mind.
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