Just like what almost every Chinese student will experience, what happened when they were eighteen years old will be forever etched in their memories and cannot be erased.
Sometimes Jiutian wonders whether those summers will last forever, and whether the long high school career will never end.
But everything will lead to an ending, even if it seems so long, as long as you start from the starting point, you will inevitably reach the end.
"Don't you feel hot?"
Jiutian walked on the tree-lined path between the cafeteria and the teaching building. This is the boundary between the school and the outside of the school. If you want to go back to the teaching building for the third year of high school, it only takes five minutes to walk directly from the playground, but you have to go around for a while.
Big cut.
"Fortunately, as long as you don't talk to me, I can bear it." It's already summer, but Jiang Ming is still wearing a two-piece school uniform, which looks a bit stuffy compared to Jiu Tian who is wearing short-sleeved clothes next to him.
"You can tolerate it without talking to me? What's the principle?" Jiutian asked.
"A calm mind naturally cools down." Jiang Ming walked in a weird posture, "You can easily break my current state of mind when you speak."
"Wouldn't your mentality be even worse when you have a heat stroke?" Jiutian said.
Jiang Ming: "...What you said makes sense."
After holding on for another five minutes, Jiang Ming, who was sweating profusely, finally took off his coat.
"Huh! I lasted for eighteen minutes this time, so congratulations!" Jiang Ming looked at his electronic watch, his face full of joy.
Sometimes Jiutian feels like this guy is like the protagonist of a hot-blooded comic. There are always some things he wants to insist on doing, such as getting admitted to a certain school, chasing someone, and wearing a coat in the summer.
How long to hold on...
Okay, that last one sounds a little sillier than the first two.
However, in comparison, Jiutian seems to be much more undisciplined. He has no university he wants to go to, no girl he wants to chase, and he is not stupid.
"What magazine did you buy?" Jiang Ming looked at the book in Jiutian's hand.
"'Guide to Exploration of the Universe.'" Jiutian said.
"You really didn't fail every exam." Jiang Ming said, "The exam will be next week."
Yes, there is an exam next week, and it may be the most important exam in life, although this idea is still debatable when looking at it from twelve years later.
Jiutian thought for a while, and then said: "We have to balance work and rest. Will we go to the examination room in a few days?"
"Yes." Jiang Ming nodded, "Where did you take the exam? I'm at our school."
"No. 2 Middle School." Jiutian said.
"It's a pity, I thought we could be together." Jiang Ming was a little regretful.
"Let's play together after the exam is over." Jiutian said, "Anyway, there is still a long time, do you still want to take the exam to the University of Geosciences?"
"That's right!" Jiang Ming clenched his fist, "I want to join the scientific expedition team and travel around the world. I can go to the Himalayas, the Antarctic and the Arctic, and many, many places. What about you? Have you decided on a major?"
"I don't know, should I go to business school?" Jiutian thought for a while, "After graduation, find a stable job with weekend breaks."
"You are just too lazy. With your scores, you can go to a better university." Jiang Ming shook his head.
"I like a simpler life, running around is not suitable for me." Jiutian said.
"You're only 18 years old, why do you sound like you're 38?" Jiang Ming looked at him sideways.
"I'll be 18 next month, I'm still 17 now." Jiutian corrected.
"What do you think will happen to us in ten years?" Jiang Ming looked at the flying pigeons flying across the sky.
"I don't know, nothing has changed. I don't like change." Jiutian opened the magazine in his hand. Although this tree-lined path is far away from the teaching building, it is better because it is less crowded and quieter.
After just flipping through it twice, the first page of this issue caught Jiutian's attention.
""There is a strange movement in the Arctic ice, and it is suspected that the ancient frozen layer that has been frozen for tens of thousands of years has broken."
"What is this?" Jiang Ming came over to take a look, "The ice layer that has been tens of thousands of years old has broken? Could it be that some ancient beast was released?"
"What are you dreaming about?" Jiutian said, "It has been frozen for tens of thousands of years and has become a zombie long ago."
"Tell me, by the way, I will get out of school early in the afternoon to set up the examination room. Go back and pack your things quickly." Jiang Ming quickened his pace, "Remember to help me carry some things back to the dormitory."
"Oh, okay." Jiutian closed the book and walked quickly forward with Jiang Ming.
Uncertainty about the future, confusion about youth, and reverie about summer envelope the hearts of every child who will take the college entrance examination this year.
We can only look from the future to the certain past, but we cannot live from the future to the present.
In a certain underground unrestricted fighting arena, the host made an incredible exclamation:
"Thirty-three consecutive victories! Thirty-three consecutive victories! This seemingly weak girl has actually won an unprecedented thirty-three consecutive victories! Let us cheer for her! The glory in this arena at this moment belongs to her alone.
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The young girl was lying on the edge of the ring, panting constantly, her beautiful face was bruised and swollen, and there was even blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"Sister..." A pale little boy squeezed his way to the front of the audience with all his strength. Everyone was paying attention to the girl's victory or defeat, but only he was worried about the girl's safety.
"It's okay, Ayan...sister won...with the bonus, you will have money to see a doctor...sister...take you to see the best doctor..."
The girl weakly comforted the boy and stretched out her trembling hand to touch the boy's head.
"Sister..." When the boy saw the girl's appearance, he held her hand and put it on his face, tears streaming down his face.
A cabbage white butterfly stopped on the flower bed next to the classroom, and the class teacher looked at the girl who was in a daze.
"How about Yunyun, which school do you plan to go to? Your robot won the first prize in the design competition. Now dozens of colleges and universities are interested in you. Your father will be very proud when he finds out."
"Huh? Oh..." The girl came back to her senses, and her eyes that had been dull became lively again.
"Well... I want to go to the College of Engineering. Teacher, do you have any recommendations?" Under the sun, the girl's eyes were dazzling like gray gems.
In many myths, destiny is controlled by three goddesses, who are responsible for: the past, the present, and the future.
Especially in Norse mythology, the three sisters not only control the fate of mankind, but can even predict the fate of the gods.
This sounds a bit like precognition, but not exactly the same.
Precognition only uses their own power to peek into the future and know in advance the possibilities of how things will develop. What they see is the present and future of things, but they cannot see the past along the line of time.
Only the three factors of past, present and future as one can be regarded as true destiny.
The biggest controller behind the scenes who has led the overall evolution of the earth's civilization: Prince Morosa Anlu, once selected two people on the earth.
One of them is called Wen Xin and the other is Dongfang Yi.
In fact, many people have wondered why the adult chose these two people.
Especially Dongfang Yi, who had been oppressed by his father for the first half of his life. If he hadn't used the insight given by Anluo to trick Dongfang Yanie later, he would never have had any room for improvement in his life.
So, why was he chosen?
Twelve years later, in a basement somewhere, Mr. Qing seemed to suddenly remember something.
"Mr. Dongfang, I seem to have never seen the attributes of your secret power."
"What? Mr. Qing is very curious?" Dongfang Yi asked while drinking tea.
"People are always curious about unknown things." Mr. Qing said with a smile.
Dongfang Yi just smiled and did not answer his question directly.
In his eyes, there are three blood-red silk threads embroidering a plum blossom.
Australia, Canberra Government Center Building.
The silver-haired girl climbed out of the ruins and looked at Jiutian, who was silent.
"Why are you so dazed?" Thirty-three asked angrily, "Seeing me being beaten like this, you didn't say anything to help me."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of some past events." Jiutian came back to his senses.
"Past events? What past events?" Thirty-three straightened his slightly messy hair.
"What university did you go to?" Jiutian asked her.
Thirty-three twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said: "I started working in the street when I was thirteen years old, and I never went to college."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot about this." Although Jiutian said sorry, there was no trace of embarrassment in his tone.
"What's wrong? Has the marquee started?" Thirty-three rolled his eyes at him.
"That's not the case, I just thought of the last day in high school more than ten years ago." Jiutian said, "Jiang Ming and I were walking back to the classroom that day, and we seemed to have said something."
"What did you say?" Thirty-three asked.
"I can't remember clearly." Jiutian spread his hands, "So I've been thinking about it."
"Go and ask your brother yourself after this is over. Jiang Ming's mechanical brain probably remembers things better than you." Thirty-three didn't pay much attention to what Jiutian said.
Really? Jiutian tilted his head. He was a spiritual evolver and his soul was close to Ivy. How could he not remember things?
"Concentrate on responding to the enemy." Thirty-three reminded.
"Yeah." Jiutian nodded.
In front of them, there were also two figures suspended in mid-air.
One person wears a crescent moon mask, and the other person has silver hair.
"So I'm so ugly wearing a mask?" Jiutian said with a bit of disgust.
"It was a bit awkward at first, but once you get used to it, it'll be fine." Thirty-three said.
"Hey, do you want to be so leisurely? Can you show us a little respect?" The silver-haired girl suspended in the sky was a little speechless, "You were almost beaten to death by me?"
"Stop talking nonsense to them. Finish the fight quickly and go back to the business." The man wearing the crescent mask spoke in a casual tone.
"My words are so ugly?" Jiutian was confused.
"If you talk again, I'll sew your mouth shut." Thirty-three couldn't stand it anymore.
About a few minutes ago, when the two of them were trying to kill the man cloned by Dongfang Yi, a gust of punch suddenly struck from behind Thirty-Three.
Initially Thirty-Three didn't care much, but when she turned around and saw the attacker's face, she was shocked.
Because that person looks exactly like her.
At the same time, Jiutian also felt a powerful spiritual power wrapping around him, and a man dressed almost exactly like him descended from the sky.