Under Song Yu's arrangement, Rong Mian was favored by the 1 in 10,000 probability and successfully returned to the age of four.
When he opened his eyes, he was already in the dormitory of the Children's Department of the Central Military Academy.
In the last life, his brother graduated from the Central Military Academy. He was envious, but unfortunately his body was too weak to allow it. Even if his grades were up to standard, his physical fitness would not pass.
Going to the ideal school now is like a dream.
His legs suddenly softened, and Rong Mian snapped back to his senses, hurriedly trying to grab something, but unfortunately he caught nothing and threw his face on the ground.
"..."
Was his body so weak when he was four years old?
This is already the fifth time he have fallen today, and it is still flat.
There was a dense pain in the palms and knees, which was quite painful for the delicate body of a four-year-old.
Rong Mian raised his heavy head and looked around quietly.
This is the way from the dormitory to the classroom. Next to it is a small garden. The flowers and plants grow taller than him, and he is just sandwiched in the middle.
As long as he gets up quickly, no one will find out.
But the body seemed to be filled with lead, and it didn't listen at all. The limp hands and feet couldn't support the body, and the head was too heavy and kept drooping.
After a while, he went from a prone position to a state with his head on the ground and his butt high.
Rong Mian: "..."
The scalp rubbed to the ground, pulling my hair, it was so painful.
Is five falls already the limit?
Is he going to call for help because he fell down and can't get up?
I always feel ashamed of this face.
He heard footsteps in his ear, and after a moment of pause, the rhythm approached quickly.
A small fat leg appeared in Rong Mian's sight.
Seeing him squatting down beside him, he could faintly smell the sweet smell of milk.
Really rare, not the smell of milk.
Just when Rong Mian was considering whether to ask for help or not, he saw the child move to the side, learning his own posture, and lying down with his butt on his back.
Rong Mian: "..."
There is nothing for you to follow.
"Are you looking at ants?" The child asked curiously.
The voice is soft and waxy, crisp and slightly hoarse, very pleasant.
Just kind of silly and cute.
Rong Mian struggled to free his head, his face pressed to the ground, gasping for breath.
If the friction continues like this, he may be at risk of going bald at the age of four.
The child next to him imitated Rong Mian again, turning his head sideways and looking at him ignorantly.
Only then did Rong Mian see clearly the appearance of the child.
They had light blond hair, their skin is whiter and tenderer than that of ordinary children, their eyes are beautifully shaped, and their pupils are still light blue.
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My Childhood Friend is a Straight A, What Should I Do?
Romance〖EDITED + MTL〗 ㅤ In his last life, Rong Mian was weak and sickly. During his first estrus, his pheromones suddenly went wild and there was no cure for it. Only later did he learn that his father was an illegal genetic modification project experiment...
