C2 Eat

Where will you go after you die?

Yama King Hall? Heaven?

Or become a wandering ghost?

Ji Shengyun did not know what other people would be like, but he went back to fifteen years ago. When he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, the buffer time was one second. One second, he was lying on the ground, waiting for help. The next second, under the eyes of everyone in the classroom, he jumped up like a fool.

Then, there was nothing else.

Ji Shengyun stood outside the classroom with a dumbfounded look. He heard the loud and clear sound of reading in the classroom. He pinched his thigh hard. The pain woke him up from his trance. His eyes were filled with surprise. To say that such a good thing should have happened earlier, he had long thought of ways to commit suicide, okay? How could he not have waited until now?

Unfortunately, there was no one in the world who knew about it.

Furthermore, he would not really choose to commit suicide. After all, every life was a gift, so how could there be time and time again to waste? Fortunately, he had been reborn. Thinking about it carefully, his past life had been a joke. It was impossible to get promoted and make a fortune. Even if he had to do it again, he would still walk the same path. He could only follow the path of the past. To put it bluntly, he could only let nature take its course.

The only advantage he had was that he probably knew when he would be able to meet the person he wanted to meet.

Because this was the only thing he cared about in his previous life.

Ji Shengyun stood outside and smiled like a fool. He was so happy that he wished he could adjust the timeline a little faster. If he remembered correctly, the first time he met Jiang Tao was in college. He did not meet Jiang Tao in a bitter high school. The most miserable thing was that he had thrown his high school knowledge into a knot. It would be terrible if he had to learn it again.

Thinking back to back then, he had to perform exceptionally to barely be able to enter Jiang Tao's university. Now...

Hehe, he really wanted to choose death.

If his family had money, he also wanted to learn from the main character of the novel and go straight to school to seek love. But the reality was, after school, he still had to go to the office to get criticized.

One class passed quickly, and in less than 20 minutes, the bell rang. The people inside all squeezed out. Before he left, Old Class even specially looked at him and let him be the last to leave. He watched as those people holding bowls and sprinting for the 100m sprint crowded towards the canteen.

For the first time, Ji Shengyun felt that it wasn't torture to start over from scratch. This reminded him of the fear of being dominated by Monitor for the past three years in high school.

However, he could only listen to the words of the old class. She stood outside the classroom with a bitter look on her face. She looked at the foot of the large group as if there were thorns growing under their feet. It was so painful that it made his whole body itch. Even his heart felt a little restless.

"Ji Zi, you're so awesome. You even dare to have a stroke in Old Class's class?

Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Shengsheng rolled his eyes at him. He said weakly, "Old Luo, if you have time to chat here, why don't you go and get some food? When you finish your meal, I can show you what it means to be really awesome.

"What kind of food?" Luo Yangming was stunned for a moment before he replied with a curse. "Are you out of your mind? Didn't I tell you this morning that my mom brought us food today? She even went to the canteen to squeeze some chicken feathers.

Ji Shengyun nodded and admitted shamelessly, "Yes, I just don't remember.

"F * ck!

There was about an hour and a half in the afternoon when they were free to move around. As parents often sent food to their children, the school gate was surrounded by a large number of parents. The two of them walked leisurely to the school gate. As usual, Luo Yangming went to get food. He waited in the laundry room next to him and organized his messy thoughts.

Before he could straighten his head, he heard quarrels from the side, making him feel irritated. If it was during normal times, he might not care. In this situation, it was nothing more than extortion and small squabbles, but today, it was different. His mood was simply too good, and he could meddle in other people's business.

After all, doing good deeds could be considered as accumulating good fortune.