There was a muffled sound, and Suguo suddenly opened his eyes and ran into the classroom of the second semester of his senior year of high school in 2000. The chalk dust fell, and yellowed test papers were piled on the corner of the table. When I looked up, I saw my parents who were twenty years younger. Su Qinghai was scratching his head and studying math problems. Wang Jie opened the door and walked in with washed apples, followed by a bouncing half-year-old boy who was two years younger than himself.
He was completely confused. In his previous life, he was an only child, but in this life he became the daughter of the Su family, with a noisy younger brother out of thin air. The familiar deskmates, the noisy classroom, everything was exactly the same as in his memory, except that he was holding the girl's body, and his heart was beating in his chest. Clenching the pen in his hand, Su Guo gritted his teeth: In this life, he must not only carve out a bright future, but also guard the overflowing fireworks.
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