Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 1 Kindergarten in September

(Two female leads, two female leads, two of them, if you don't like this, please don't watch. Prepare your mind beforehand to avoid affecting your viewing experience.)

(This is recommended for accounting students, as it may be helpful for those who want to do some accounting.)

The September sun made the kindergarten slide scorching hot.

Today is the day Song Huan starts kindergarten.

His parents held his hands and solemnly sent him off to kindergarten.

Song Huan's large eyes revealed a melancholy that shouldn't be present at his age.

He fell silent as he watched the children wailing and crying at the kindergarten gate.

Dude, how did I get reborn?

I'm currently working overtime late into the night, preparing to get married for 888,000 yuan, take out a 1.2 million yuan loan to buy an off-plan apartment, then buy a domestic new energy vehicle for 288,000 yuan over 5 years in installments, and then respond to the call to have a third child, living a life where the kids cry and the wife calls every day after get off work. That would be so fulfilling.

In his past life, he broke ties with his family for a woman, and they refused to give him a single penny.

This forced him to transform into a nuclear-powered ox or horse, becoming a second-generation debtor.

But before he could even realize this wonderful life, how could he have been reborn?

My hands have gotten smaller, my legs have gotten shorter, but thankfully, my bedwetting has returned.

Fortunately, I didn't pee when I came to kindergarten today.

Song Huan sighed inwardly.

Moreover, this rebirth is just an ordinary rebirth, without a system or any cheat codes. He was simply thrown back to the day he was three years old and starting kindergarten.

How can you play without cheats?

Bad review!

"I want my mom!"

"Waaaaah, I don't want to go to school!"

"Teacher, I need to pee!"

Okay, this one has already peed.

Seeing the chaotic scene of children and parents at the kindergarten entrance, Song Huan sighed.

Kindergarten, you have to endure three years.

"Son, you're a boy now, don't cry." His adoptive father, Song Wentao, patted his head.

"Uh..." Song Huan was stunned, her big eyes filled with confusion as she looked at Song Wentao.

Should I cry?

Looking at his son's calm eyes, Song Wentao was stunned.

[No, this kid really isn't crying?]

The sound didn't come from my ears, but from my mind.

Song Huan was stunned and looked at Song Wentao blankly.

Dad didn't say anything, so how come we heard his voice?

Immediately afterwards, I heard my mother Zhang Xuejuan's voice in my mind.

[Sobbing, I'm so reluctant to part with my Huanhuan. I should have become a kindergarten teacher back then...]

Song Huan immediately turned to look at the woman next to her who was pretending to be strong.

What's going on?

Who is speaking?

Song Huan scratched his head. Could this be his cheat code? Mind reading?

"Go on, son, your mom and dad will pick you up after school." Zhang Xuejuan bent down and cupped his face in her hands, saying with a reluctant expression.

The two looked so tragic, as if Song Huan was about to embark on a journey.

Just then, a couple walked over from not far away, followed by a pretty girl with a ponytail.

The man was tall and imposing, while the woman wore glasses and had a cold expression.

Only when facing the girl did both of them show kind expressions.

That must be their daughter.

The girl had a cute little ponytail, very fair skin, big eyes, and long eyelashes.

However, her personality seems to have been inherited from her mother; she also has a cold and aloof demeanor, never crying or making a fuss, looking like a wooden doll.

"Minister Song, what a coincidence."

Upon seeing Song Wentao, the expressionless man finally revealed a kind smile and extended his hand.

The cold-faced woman beside him smiled politely.

However, all that enthusiasm was directed at Song Wentao, indicating that they valued Song Wentao highly.

"Director Xiao."

Song Wentao also greeted the man, and Zhang Xuejuan nodded in response.

Are the two families acquainted?

Song Huan found it strange, but couldn't remember anything at all.

"Is your child also in this kindergarten?" the man addressed as Director Xiao asked curiously.

Song Wentao nodded, and the two families exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Song Huan watched the girl from behind her parents.

She was wearing a pink dress, her hair was tied in a small ponytail, she had a pretty oval face, and big eyes.

But his expression was cold, a stark contrast to the children around him who were crying their hearts out.

The girl was also looking at Song Huan.

Song Huan tried to listen to her inner thoughts.

Quiet.

There was nothing there.

He turned to look at the chubby boy next to him who was wailing loudly, and a bunch of voices immediately flooded his mind.

When is Mom coming to pick me up...? Five more minutes... or ten more minutes...? I miss Mom so much...

Then turn back to face the girl.

blank.

It was as if someone had drawn an invisible wall around her, completely blocking his mind-reading abilities.

Song Huan was stunned.

Is this a bug, or is there something special about her?

After Director Xiao and the woman hugged the girl, the girl waved goodbye to her parents and ran into the kindergarten.

As they passed each other, she glanced at Song Huan.

She glanced at it once, then ran inside without looking back.

[This person keeps staring at me, it's so weird.]

Song Huan finally heard it.

It was very light, like a drop of water falling on a lake; it was just one sentence, and then it disappeared.

It's not that she can't hear me, it's that she doesn't say much.

He watched the little pink figure disappear through the classroom door, and suddenly felt a little curious.

When Song Huan was brought into the classroom by her parents, it was already in complete chaos.

The children's cries rose and fell, and the teacher was in the middle, frantically trying to comfort and hold one of them.

Song Huan found a corner to sit down, and then...

I really want to play on this slide.

[The teacher is so fierce.]

[Should we tell the girl next to us that she has a runny nose?]

[Mommy, waaaaaah!]

I want to go home.

My mind went blank for a second.

The diverse voices of the children were like a hundred sparrows having a meeting, making his head ache.

Song Huan covered her head.

How do I turn off this mind-reading ability?!

He tried not to listen, but the sound just kept drilling into his brain, and he couldn't stop it at all.

Others' inner thoughts flooded the screen like bullet comments, one after another, without stopping.

Song Huan felt like her brain was going to explode if she listened any longer.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the back of the classroom, wanting to find a quiet place to calm down.

Then he saw the girl in the pink dress, sitting alone by the window.

Is she in this class too?

The children around her were crying and running around, but she sat quietly like an island, her expression cold.

Song Huan walked over.

My mind suddenly went quiet.

It was as if someone had pressed the mute button, calming his aching head.

Song Huan stood there, stunned.

He looked back and saw the children's innermost thoughts still clamoring, as if separated by a layer of glass.

But whenever he faced the girl, his voice seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, not a single syllable could pass through.

Humanoid signal jammer?

He stared at her for five seconds.

The little girl felt his gaze and looked up at him.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, her voice cold.

Why is he staring at me like that? Could he be the human trafficker Mom mentioned?

Song Huan heard it.

But unlike the noise of others, this sound was clear and quiet, like a drop of water falling into a calm lake.

There was only one sentence, and then nothing more.

This person is so strange.

The little girl frowned.

Another sentence, then disappears.

Song Huan understood; it wasn't that he couldn't hear her thoughts, but rather that her heart was too quiet.

Other people's innermost thoughts are like a market, while hers are like bubbles that occasionally pop up, bursting at the slightest touch.

"What's your name?" he asked curiously. Being with her made his head feel less painful.

"Xiao Yunqing," the girl replied, her face devoid of emotion.

Why did he ask me my name?

Xiao Yunqing?

Song Huan's head suddenly started to ache again, and then she seemed to remember something.

Xiao Yunqing, his childhood sweetheart.

My mom said that the two of them were born in the same hospital.

Then, I was very lucky to attend the same school from kindergarten through elementary, middle and high school.

The two didn't separate until college, and they haven't been in contact since.

Nearly twenty years later, Song Huan was still very happy to see her old friend again.

Especially in places like kindergartens.

"My name is Song Huan," he introduced himself politely.

[oh.]

[This person is weird; I didn't even ask his name.]

Song Huan looked a little embarrassed; she had actually been disliked by a child.

He couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have anything you want to ask?"

Xiao Yunqing's expression turned cold: "What's it to you what I want to ask?"

Looking at the initial hints of coldness and pride on her face.

Song Huan felt a pang of emotion.

interesting.

Unbeknownst to him, the girl's appearance gradually overlapped with the hazy image of his beloved.

Song Huan remembered that Xiao Yunqing was just like this in high school, and he was also very quiet and cold.

However, she is not as cold and arrogant as she seems now, but signs of it are already beginning to emerge.

While others' innermost thoughts are loud and boisterous, hers are like toothpaste being squeezed out, only one sentence popping out after a long time.

She's simply adorable.

Song Huan couldn't help but smile brightly, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Yunqing looked at him warily.

"It's nothing," Song Huan sat down next to her, "I just wanted to tell you that I also find kindergarten boring."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

How did he know I was bored? I didn't say anything.

"It's written all over your face," Song Huan pointed at her face, "Bored, the word is written in big letters."

Xiao Yunqing subconsciously touched her face, then realized he was teasing her, and the tips of her ears turned red.

"That's a lie."

"I'm not kidding you, I really wrote it," Song Huan said seriously. "There's also a small line that says the person I was talking to doesn't seem too bad."

Xiao Yunqing's face flushed red.

[How did he know? No! I didn't think that at all!!]

This person is so annoying!

Upon hearing this, Song Huan laughed even more heartily.

I don't know why, but it's quite fun to tease this future cold and aloof childhood sweetheart.

"You!" Xiao Yunqing wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back.

She turned her face away and refused to look at him.

But Song Huan noticed that she moved a little closer to him.

Roughly... 0.5 centimeters.

He didn't speak, but just squinted as he looked out the window at the slide that was shining in the sunlight.

Xiao Yunqing...

Is this the reason I was reborn?