Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Blue and white school uniforms, bright red scarves, carrying a schoolbag on the spacious street, listening to the bells of bicycles, classmates greeting each other and frolic, these things were once in the murderous purgatory, Song Ye recalled it more than once. Passed, longed, but after a long time, the feelings became numb, and these dispensable emotions were abandoned.

Song Ye never thought that his life would have a chance to start all over again.

Walking on the long street in winter, with the rustling of fallen leaves on his feet, Song Ye walked into the blue door with a schoolbag on his back, and the white porcelain and black line teaching building that caught his eye was short and somewhat old. Old, but it feels familiar for no reason.

"Hey, look, what class are those students, they look really good."

"I haven't seen it before, is it a transfer student?"

As early as the moment Song Ye appeared at the gate, there were twos and threes of female students behind him gathered to watch and discuss. That fair and handsome face, with long hair cut off, displayed in front of the world is destined to be unable to resist gossip.

In less than one class, the entire third grade knew that there was an extremely good-looking boy who entered the third grade of the third middle school.

No matter how complicated and stressful the environment is, there is no end to the pursuit of beautiful things by young boys and girls.

Song Ye in the previous life was inferior and cowardly, and she was an invisible person wherever she went. This was the first time that she had been so eye-catching on campus, but it could not cause her the slightest emotional fluctuations.

In her eyes, a fifteen-year-old is just a child, and being adored by a child is really not something to be excited about.

Following the map in her memory, she came to the door of the third and fifth grades of junior high school, and as soon as she appeared, she caused a lot of screams from the girls.

"Ah! It's that boy, why is he here?"

Tang Meiling in her seat heard the commotion, and felt a little excited. She raised her head and hooked the hair around her ear with a hand, showing a sweet smile. She was confident that she was the school flower of No. 3 Middle School, and no man could escape her. charm.

But when she raised her head and saw the figure and face in front of the door, she instantly froze in place, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze, and her eyes were filled with incredible shock.

Then, the whole class also dropped their jaws.

Because this beautiful young man who suddenly appeared walked straight into the classroom and sat in the last seat of the class.

There, was the seat of Song Ye, who was collectively rejected by the whole class.

While everyone was still in a state of shock and a stroke, Tang Meiling suddenly got up and strode towards the seat.

Song Ye had already received this malicious look, but he didn't take it seriously. When he was on the train, he had already learned the lesson.

It's a pity that some people obviously don't have a long memory. At this moment, they are so aggressive and want to come over and find it hard.

Just as Song Ye wanted to put the book on the table, he turned his eyes away from the table, and immediately stopped, and Tang Meiling had already walked up to him, arrogantly, and directly ordered: "Come with me."

Song Ye looked up at her plump and round face, with two lumps of red on the top, and really couldn't understand why the school beauty standard of No. 3 Middle School was so low, and why Song Ye was so afraid of her in the past.

It was true that the mood changed, and the way of seeing things was also different, so at this time, Tang Meiling's order was completely ignored by Song Ye in the public.

She looked at the other party so that she could pack her things in her spare time, but she had no intention of ignoring her at all, her face turned red with anger, and her voice became louder involuntarily, "I asked you to stand up, are you deaf? Song Ye!"

When Song Ye's name was called out, the whole class burst into exclamations.

The elegant and beautiful young man in the corner in front of him is really that obscure, dirty and smelly invisible man Song Ye?

The contrast between before and after is so great that many people rubbed their eyes, expressing disbelief.

But if you look closely, it's not difficult to identify that childish face, the softness that is exclusive to girls, but Song Ye's temperament is too cold, and that trace of softness will be hidden.

Tang Meiling shouted with her first and last name, and finally Song Ye responded, "What qualifications do you have to order me?"

This sound was extremely cold, like a drop of water in a frying pan, which blew up the entire class.

Many good-hearted boys whistled, "Wow, I didn't expect that the air bag would also go crazy. Now there's a good show to watch. Squad leader, everyone is a student, what qualifications do you have to order Song Ye?"

"Wang Tiechuan, shut up for me, the last one in the class, you are embarrassed to speak." Tang Meiling yelled back, there will always be a polarization between poor students and good students in a class, and Tang Meiling, as the first in the school year, naturally has The confidence to teach Wang Tiechuan such a poor student.

"Come on, everyone is equal, and there is freedom of speech. It's up to you." Wang Tiechuan was also a poor man, which made Tang Meiling blushed again.

After thinking about it, everything was caused by Song Ye, and seeing her face again now, Tang Meiling trembled with anger, raised her palm high, and threw it on the table with a snap, "Song... …”

Before the word Ye could speak, the expression on Tang Meiling's face instantly froze again.

She lowered her head and looked at the position where she patted her palm, which happened to be in the middle of the table, and the sticky touch on it was the super glue they had smeared on Song Ye in the morning.

"Ah!" The pain from the strong tear made Tang Meiling let out a sharp scream, which directly alerted all the teachers in the office.

The glue touches human skin and dries very quickly, so as soon as the teacher enters the door, what he sees is the scene where the hands and the table are inseparable.

"What's the matter?" The head teacher is an unmarried woman in her thirties. She has been in a state of grumpiness all the year round. On the first day of school, she saw the head teacher making trouble, and her face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Tang Meiling was about to cry but had no tears, fearing that her good image in the teacher's heart would be compromised, and when she saw Song Ye's old face, she was moved and said, "Teacher, it's Song Ye who is there. There was superglue on the table and I got it on."

"What?" It was the first time the teacher saw Song Ye's delicate face, and he was stunned for a moment, then strode over, seeing that the hand was already sticky and the glue was burning red, immediately He was shocked and pointed at Song Ye angrily, "Song Ye, why do you cause trouble as soon as you go to school? Don't you know that this kind of thing can't be played casually? If Meiling's hands are good or bad, can you afford the responsibility?"

This didn't solve the problem, so he thought of shirk his responsibility first. Song Ye could be considered to understand the head teacher's plan.

But she is not a bully either, she pointed to the desk in front of her, "Teacher, please see who's desk this is. Even if I break my brain and use super glue as correction fluid, monitor Tang doesn't need to catch up. Sticky up."