As soon as Tan Xiaotian lowered his head, he saw a bright knife coming out of his chest, and a stream of blood shot out.
The sharp pain instantly erupted from his heart. The suffocating pain burned his mouth and blood like fire, and the darkness of the mountain pressed down...
Ah!
Tan Xiaotian screamed and suddenly leaned back. He was more than 1.8 meters tall and fell to the ground firmly. His back rubbed against the wooden strip on the back of the chair, which was burning with pain. He didn't care much. Like a dying fish, he opened his mouth wide and greedily breathed in the fresh air.
Am I dead? Mu Yu, how could you do that?
The abundant oxygen restored his ability to think. When Tan Xiaotian opened his eyes, his left hand subconsciously covered the wound on his chest, and his right hand quickly reached for his waist. At the same time, he nimbly turned over, knelt on one knee, and looked around vigilantly.
His chest was intact and there was no wound. The knife disappeared, and his right hand touched nothing. The gun was gone.
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead in an instant. Tan Xiaotian was stunned.
At this moment, he was actually in the back row of a bright classroom, and 40 or 50 very kind faces were turning back, staring at him with different expressions. The sun was like golden liquid, sprinkled on everyone, warm and unreal, beautiful like a dream.
The blood-stained white Herm仕s T-shirt was replaced by a blue-and-white sports suit, with the words "Shan City No. 1 Zhong" printed on the left side of the sports suit.
On the lower right corner of the blackboard in front of him, there was a small word, "In addition to the college entrance examination, there are 109 days."
On the sports ground, there was a song that could not be more familiar.
Come on! Come on! Let's make an appointment!
In the silver moonlight, in the eternal youth...
Tan Xiaotian closed his eyes again, immersed in the music like water. If death was such a beautiful dream, he would be content!
"You idiot, who are you trying to learn this posture from? Is it related to the seventh stage? Haha! Are you taking out a gun?" A voice sounded in his ear.
Tan Xiaotian suddenly opened his eyes, which hurt a little. His huge face swayed in front of him with a kind sneer.
Zhang Peng!
As soon as the fat man opened his mouth, the name automatically emerged in Tan Xiaotian's heart.
He was a high school classmate and had been admitted to the school for the college entrance examination. After being a teacher for two years, his conscience found that he no longer delayed the transfer of his children to the government. Relying on his own efforts, he found a good father-in-law. After more than ten years of ups and downs in the sea of eunuchs, he finally made it to the first-class school.
But why was he so young? His white and fat face was full of bruises, and the blue hair on his lips could not be called beard.
While Tan Xiaotian was wondering, a hand reached out to him and tried to pull him up. A thin man with a boy's hair all over his face was bending down and looking at him with concern. "Tan Xiaotian, you can even fall asleep after dinner. I'm so convinced. Get up quickly!"
In Ma Wei's previous life, he had been with him. Later, he became the deputy captain of the Criminal Police Unit. His face, which could not smile, was really suitable for being a policeman.
However, why did he become younger?
Tan Xiaotian was a little confused. The last moment, he was still in the villa in the Golden Triangle. His identity was exposed, and Mu Xiazi, a wicked woman, stabbed him in the back. How could he come here in a blink of an eye?
"Is this Class Three of senior high school? When did he enter the college entrance examination?"
Before he could continue to think, Zhang Peng and Ma Wei helped him up and sent him back to his original position. The scarred corner of the wooden table was engraved with a big character of ninja. No one knew which year the real work of the senior was.
It should be lunchtime now. On the table, a few steaming lunch boxes were emitting the smell of food.
Zhang Peng held half of the chicken skeleton in his arms and ate it with his mouth full of oil. While eating, he said vaguely, "Creak, I just like the flavor of your father's braised chicken. I'm old and don't want to exchange for any lobster."
Tan Xiaotian picked up a chicken stand with his hand and put it into his mouth. He chewed twice, and the whole mouth was immediately filled with the smell of soy sauce with sesame seeds. Yes, it was the special dish of the Tan Family's noodle house, the unique skill of the roast chicken stand.
It had been many years since she had eaten her father's clay chicken stand. This dream was too real.
When Tan Xiaotian finished chewing the chicken stand carefully, Zhang Dapeng had already wolfed down the food. Tan Xiaotian took the lunch box and followed him to the water room in a daze.
The water room was full of students who were washing lunch boxes. After a while, it was Tan Xiaotian's turn. He didn't wake up until the cold water hit his hand. At first, Tan Xiaotian felt something was wrong. After cleaning the lunch boxes, he secretly pinched his thigh.
Swoosh!
Tan Xiaotian took a deep breath and felt the pain as if he had been pricked by needles.
"Has he... been reborn?"
A mirror with three cracks hung in the corner of the water room, reflecting Tan Xiaotian's nervous face.
With thick eyebrows, deep eyes, delicate facial features, white skin, slightly long hair, six or four points, the signature hairstyle of Heavenly King Guo in those years, and his whole face was full of brilliant youth in high school.
However, the look in Tan Xiaotian's eyes was as deep as a pool, which didn't match his tender face at all. This was the maturity and vicissitudes that a middle-aged man should have.
Tan Xiaotian unbuttoned his shirt, and his chest was white and clean. The poppy pattern that had accompanied him for many years disappeared without a trace. It was the one that had been forced to print him on his chest by Mu Xi after he had been put into a drug trafficking organization.
Tan Xiaotian just wanted to laugh to the sky, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt sore and rushed straight to his nose.
In his previous life, he was fired three months before he graduated from high school and failed to take part in the college entrance examination. He had no choice but to join the army. Later, on a vacation, he ran into the daughter of a drug dealer, Mu Xiahua. Mu Xiahua fell in love with the handsome Tan Xiaotian at first sight. Therefore, Tan Xiaotian joined the police team and used Mu Xiaji to join the Southeast Asia drug dealer group as an undercover agent. From then on, he set foot on a rough road.
Back in the classroom seat, Tan Xiaotian figured out two things in the afternoon.
One, reborn.
Second, today was the 19th March 1998 and there were 109 days before the college entrance examination.
Tan Xiaotian's heart couldn't help but beat faster. "It's really amazing! The grain harvest is huge, and the flood has been driven away..."
His memory was very good, and he clearly remembered that the stock market of the stock market in 1999 was over hadn't changed a bit, and the Yan Jing Shen Ao had succeeded in the past years. The Internet hurricane had begun to rage, and the market price of the stock market had risen sharply in the past three years, as well as the housing price. He also knew that these people were the winners of the annual world market every year, and that the national market had become crazy in the following years. If they got involved before the glory of the major companies in the market and the market...
"This time, I... I..." Tan Xiaotian's fist made the desk shake, and he was only one step away from breaking up.
Ma Wei, who was sitting at the same table, rolled his eyes at him and continued to sleep after scolding him that he was sick again.
The memories in the distance were so clear, but they began to blur recently. Tan Xiaotian was thinking hard with his head in his arms. In his previous life, he was fired because he hit the dean, but the reason was that a woman framed him for having sex. What day did she come to make trouble? I remembered that it was March, and she was the fuse that he failed to participate in the college entrance examination. This time, he had to find a way to solve it.
"Student, let me ask around. Is Tan Xiaotian in your class?" A soft and charming female voice sounded from the back door.
The voice was so loud that it attracted many students to look back. Many boys were stunned.
A coquettish woman of 27 or 28 years old with red lips was standing at the back door, bending over to inquire about it. Her chest was trembling, which was magnificent. Under the leopard-patterned skirt were two white thighs, and a gust of wind and dust came to her face.
"Isn't this the East Gate flower? Is she famous?" A classmate who knew her began to whisper.
"Why is he famous?"
"Little boy, don't ask nonsense. She came to talk to Tan Xiaotian. I'm afraid that something bad will happen!"
The student who was asked raised his hand and pointed at Tan Xiaotian blankly. With a gust of fragrance, the woman rushed to Tan Xiaotian.
As soon as she entered the classroom, she found that Tan Xiaotian was already on the alert. "It's today. I don't even have time to breathe!"
"Fatty, Ma Wei, wake up! There's going to be a good show!" Tan Xiaotian slapped Zhang Da Peng, Ma Wei, who was sleeping soundly, with one hand. The two of them were angry, but when they saw the coquettish woman, their eyes suddenly lit up and their breathing became rapid.
"Xiao Tian, you were in a hurry that day and forgot everything in my house. I specially washed it and brought it to you." The coquettish woman pretended to be shy and lowered her head. She reached out and pulled out a blue man's underwear from her bag, waving it in the wind like a flag.
This time, all the students of Class Three were shocked and looked at Tan Xiaotian in unison. There was always someone who despised him, and there were those who envied him.
The classroom was like ten thousand flies hovering in the air, buzzing incessantly.
"Oh my god! Could it be that Tan Xiaotian and this woman... are really shameless!" Some girls blushed and were disappointed with Tan Xiaotian.
"No way! Tan Xiaotian is the school hunk. There are either 100 or 50 people who have a crush on him in the school. Will he go to find Miss? I don't believe it!" Some people didn't quite believe it.
Zhang Peng pointed at Tan Xiaotian sadly. "Are you eating alone without us, or are you not brothers?"
Tan Xiaotian finally raised his head and looked at the woman innocently. As soon as he opened his mouth, he almost pissed her off.
"Auntie, I don't know you! Did you mistake me for someone else?"
The coquettish woman secretly gritted her teeth and thought, "This little bastard is so mean. If I don't ruin your reputation today, I will quit Jianghu from now on."
A flower-covered dary grabbed Tan Xiaotian's collar with his right hand. "Xiao Tian, don't try to deny it. It's just a few hundred yuan..."
Tan Xiaotian did not wait for her hand to touch him. He flicked his finger and hit the back of a flower. At that time, there was a red mark, and then it swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With a cry, a flower covered its hand and jumped high. Then it squatted down again and kept whining.
The boy's hand was so strong that it seemed that his hand had been whipped by a whip. It might have been broken.
"Auntie, if you have something to say, don't touch me. I'm still a student!" Tan Xiaotian sat on the chair and looked down at a flower with an evil smile.
