No one understands rebirth better than me

Chapter 16 The Prodigal Son Chapter 2

Chapter 16 The Prodigal Son Returns

Guan Ren has three ideals after his rebirth.

First, financial freedom.

Second, good health.

Third, make up for regrets.

The main reason why Guan Ren started studying hard was for the third point.

The so-called "being responsible for yourself and reassuring your family" is undoubtedly part of [making up for regrets].

……

"Morning, Uncle Lin!"

"Xiao Guan, are you running away again?"

"Well, while it's still warm, I'll run a little every day."

I have to say, Uncle Lin is in very good health.

It's almost National Day, and he still wakes up every morning wearing a white vest and a khaki jacket.

Guan Renze was still the same, going for a morning run in his old T-shirt, then going home to take a shower, change clothes, eat breakfast, and go to school.

After the last week, although he had not started any extra exercises, Guan Ren already felt that his body movements were more brisk.

……

Compared with the slow changes in his body, Guan Ren's changes in the classroom every day are more obvious.

……

“…In summary, line segment PF1=PF2=a…”

In math class, every time Teacher Hu spoke, his eyes would involuntarily look towards the fourth group.

It’s not that he wasn’t paying attention in class.

But the behavior of the person sitting by the window was really abnormal.

What's that look in Guan Ren's eyes?
Not only is he staring at the blackboard intently, but he also has a look of curiosity on his face?
Listen carefully to this kind of thing, when will I be able to hook up with him...

Is this the legendary prodigal son's return?
……

This is true for math class and chemistry class as well.

"These ionic equations aren't in the textbook, but they'll be on the exam, so remember them well!"

Ta-da… Ta-da…

Chemistry teacher Sun was holding a piece of chalk and writing formulas on the blackboard, turning around from time to time to wait for students to copy them.

"Have you finished writing?"

"I've finished writing—"

Only after receiving responses from most people did Teacher Sun erase the content he had written and write a new batch.

There is no other way. The blackboard is so small and the words are too big for the primary school students to see, so they can only write in batches.

This is just an ordinary teaching routine.

But what Mr. Sun found quite unusual was that the legendary phantom god Guan Ren in the class was also writing!
Teacher Sun has been teaching chemistry to Class 7 since the first year of high school. When has he ever seen this guy taking notes?

Of course, he is an experienced student and has seen many tricks of students.

So in order to confirm whether Guan Ren was faking it, Teacher Sun pretended to walk down the podium casually while giving a lecture.

It was not until he walked to Guan Ren's row that he glanced over and took a good look.

Ok…

This guy is really taking notes honestly...

walk slowly.

Change is a good thing.

Teacher Sun nodded secretly, and at the same time, looking at some of Guan Ren's peers, he also felt a sense of helplessness.

"Zhang Chi!"

"!?"

"What are you staring at under the table?! What's so beautiful?"

Zhang Chi felt a chill in his heart. He was so unlucky.

He discovered a new novel called "The Supreme Confucianism" today and was so engrossed in reading it that he didn't notice that Teacher Sun had come down and was standing right next to him.

Now that he was caught red-handed, facing the furious Teacher Sun, Zhang Chi was so scared that his palms were sweating and he could only stare at him eagerly.

"What are you staring at me for?! There's writing on my face?!"

Zhang Chi swallowed and immediately lowered his head to look at the textbook again.

"What the hell..."

Teacher Sun became even more angry and slapped Zhang Chi on the back of the neck:
"Look at the blackboard! Blackboard!"

……

Just like that, after a week of classes, topics about Guan Ren began to appear in the teacher's office.

"Teacher Li, Guan Ren from your class has been doing well recently."

"Yeah, I noticed that too. He's quite focused in class."

"That's right. I asked him a formula yesterday, and he actually answered it."

Li Min, the English teacher, was deeply surprised when she heard the comments from these teachers.

It turns out that Guan Ren wasn't just serious in English class.

He wasn't the only teacher who noticed the change in him.

Kind of interesting...

Could it be that because of the note incident, I was able to move him by appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him?
"Teacher Gu, what do you think?"

"?"

At a desk near the door, Gu Wancheng was concentrating on preparing lessons with a red pen. Upon hearing Li Min's words, he looked up in confusion.
"What do you think?"

"That's Guan Ren from Class 7, you know him, right?"

"Ah."

Gu Wancheng nodded, a hint of solemnity revealed between her beautiful eyebrows.

Of course she knew Guan Ren.

I know it very well.

Isn’t he the student with premature love problem who wrote notes to Youli and affected her studies?

If Youli had not agreed, Gu Wancheng would have asked Li Min to help change her sister's seat.

But then again…

Gu Wancheng recalled it and had to admit that, just as the other teachers had said, Guan Ren's performance this week seemed quite good...

Although because of her sister, she always remained wary of Guan Ren.

But as a teacher with a good reputation.

Gu Wancheng will not deny the strengths of his students for personal reasons.

"Guan Ren has been acting quite normal recently. He hasn't been ignoring lectures or skipping classes like he did at the beginning of the school year. We'll see how long he can keep this up." As soon as this was said, the other teachers also agreed.

"Yes, Teacher Gu is right. I'm afraid it's just a three-minute enthusiasm."

"It's my second year of high school, and the first monthly exam is coming up soon. Any decent person should know to work harder..."

"Oh, it's hard to say anyway. We'll know after observing for a while."

……

The teachers are indeed experienced, and some of their remarks are very accurate.

Since monthly exams were not arranged in the past for the first and second grade high schools, the first monthly exam still had some weight and importance for these new recruits in the second grade of high school.

"What do you think? Is the monthly exam considered a major exam or a minor exam?"

"It's a major exam, it's only held in the second year of high school, once a month. If it's not a major exam, what is it?"

"Once a month... isn't that too frequent? I think it's a small test, similar to a class test."

"Haha, have you ever seen a pop quiz in a testing room? Have you ever seen a pop quiz using answer sheets?"

"Brother Xiong, what do you think?"

As a core member of the Three Mythical Gods, Liu Xiong was a man of great courage who remained calm even in the face of a mountain collapse. He simply issued a thirteen-word mantra:

"Play hard when the exam is big, play less when the exam is small, and play like crazy when there is no exam."

The crowd was suddenly enlightened.

"Brother Xiong! I understand!"

"It makes sense, it makes sense!"

……

Uncle Liu appeared in the corner of the classroom, causing an uproar.

On the other side, Gu Youli was silently shaking her head.

Regardless of whether others attach importance to the first monthly exam, Gu Youli definitely does.

Especially the subject of Chinese.

No matter how good her grades are in other subjects, Gu Youli doesn't want to be unbalanced in one subject.

You can't be biased towards one subject.

She must maintain sufficient excellence in every subject.

At least it’s comparable to my sister’s grades in high school.

Only in this way, as long as I can be as good as my sister, or even better than her, will my mother...

No, don't think about it...

Gu Youli shook her head, buried some thoughts that were not conducive to her studies deep in her heart as usual, and continued to recite ancient poems.

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On the last night before the monthly exam, the classroom was noisy and restless.

The arrangement of examination rooms and examination numbers, along with some repetitive examination instructions, were posted next to the blackboard, attracting many people to stop and watch.

These people are often not the top students in the class.

Instead, it’s those poor students.

"Oh my god! Why am I taking the test in Class 8? Then the formulas I wrote on my desk were all in vain?"

"Let me see... Damn! Why are we seated according to our student numbers? Isn't number 1 dead?"

"What the hell are you doing? I can't even see it!"

"Where's the military advisor? Where's the military advisor?!"

The classroom door was packed with people, someone called for a hero, and a hero really appeared.

"My lords, please be patient."

Xu Hui settled into his seat, having already taped a handful of paper strips to his chin to resemble a goatee. He also took a round plastic fan printed with a men's health advertisement and waved it back and forth, imitating the posture of a man with a feather fan and a long scarf. As he stroked his "beard," he began to deduce the secrets of heaven:
"Xu Tianle, what's your student number?"

"Prime Minister, I'm number 16."

"number 16…"

Xu Hui looked for it on the form he had copied down earlier, and then compared it with the student number sheet he had secretly torn off the podium at the beginning of the school year:
"There's a Zhang Ming next to you."

"what…"

Xu Tianle immediately looked worried.

Zhang Chi also hurried to ask for advice.

"Military Advisor, what about me?"

"You...tsk, you're unlucky. You're surrounded by people from other classes."

"day!"

Zhang Chi's face darkened and he started thinking about how to explain to his family after the monthly exam so that he would get less scolding.

"Prime Minister, look at mine."

"There is a Liu Xiong in front of you."

"unlucky!"

After a sigh, someone started fighting with Liu Xiong.

"Prime Minister, I'm number 30."