"Classmate, hello! What are you doing standing there? Sit down!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Ge, but Chen Ge had no reaction. He coughed twice more before Chen Ge came back to his senses.
, quickly sit back down.
"Brother, what do you want to do?" The round-faced fat man secretly asked Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't say a word and kept staring at Zhang Ya on the podium.
"Xicheng Private College was closed six years ago, and Zhang Ya passed away a year before it was closed. Calculate the time, if it hadn't been for that incident, she would be like this at the age of twenty-five now."
Chen Ge kept staring at him. The female teacher on the podium smiled at him and then looked at the other students.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge forced himself to calm down. He hid his backpack under the table and secretly opened it to check the items inside.
Nothing else changed, only Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook "ran" out of the mezzanine again and was placed on top of all the items.
The middle-aged man left and Zhang Ya started her first class. Chen Ge, who was sitting by the wall, quietly opened Zhang Ya's storybook.
Inside the blood-red cover were blank pages, and all the bloody and horrific stories were gone. It was as if those words written in blood had never appeared.
"When entering Fang Yu's world behind the door, all the words in the storybook seem to have disappeared. What is the real function of this book? Why do all the bloody words in the book disappear every time you enter the world behind the door? They go
Where?"
"When I first opened the door, I felt as if I had fallen into a sea of blood and almost suffocated to death. Fortunately, a pair of hands caught me."
"I remember that there was a strange man's voice at that time, which seemed to be asking me why I came to look for him. Is the owner of this voice Yu Jian?"
Chen Ge's mind was a little confused. He lay on the desk with his pillow on the storybook that would kill ordinary people if he touched it, and even Hong Yi was afraid of it.
"I need to sort out my thoughts. The world behind this door is too special, and the probability of a ghost fetus hiding here is very high."
Picking up the pen on the table, Chen Ge wrote on the blank note: "The school and the buildings outside the school are scenes in my memory. Up to now, there are two people around me who are just in my memory."
Some people. I have no impression of most of the remaining students. I saw the middle-aged man who brought Zhang Ya just now for the first time. From this, it can be seen that the general framework of this world is woven based on my memory, but it also includes
The memory of another person.”
The memories of different people are intertwined into a common world. Chen Ge has seen this situation before, that is, the psychic ghost school.
The ghost school that was originally just an ordinary three-star scene continued to absorb the students' memories and merged the scenes, and finally transformed into a four-star school.
But the difference between the world behind Yu Jian's door and the ghost school is that you can't feel the gloomy and depressing atmosphere here at all. If Chen Ge hadn't clearly remembered that he opened the door, he might have thought that this was the place where he opened the door.
somewhere outside.
Everything is too real, just like reality.
"I seem to have overlooked something important. Now I know too few clues, so I can only focus on Zhang Ya and the math class representative..." Chen Ge was carefully listing the known information in his notebook, preparing the next step, when he suddenly found the classroom
The room became quiet, and all the classmates seemed to be looking at me.
The hand holding his head slowly lowered, and Chen Ge looked to the side, feeling a faint fragrance drifting from the tip of his nose.
"Listen carefully to the lecture." Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Ge, gently tapped Chen Ge with the book in her hand, and then left.
Looking at Zhang Ya's back, Chen Ge touched the place where Zhang Ya had just knocked him. The woman in front of him coincided with the woman in his mind, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
The class passed quickly, and Chen Ge did nothing except look at the teacher: "If I really had Zhang Ya as a teacher in high school, my college entrance examination score would probably be 100 points higher."
"You can pull it off, the class is over, and you didn't even take out the textbook." The round-faced fat man covered his face: "Wake up, brother, stop dreaming, and study sometimes."
"You don't understand, it's not me who is really dreaming." Chen Ge left his seat with his backpack and chased out directly. He knew that it was not good to shout the teacher's name loudly in the corridor, so he ran to the new teacher specifically: "Zhang Ya
?”
Hearing the voice, Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Ge with a smile: "You want to call me teacher, are you okay?"
"You really don't remember me?" Chen Ge wanted to test it out. The world behind the door was formed based on the memory of the person who pushed the door. Those formed by the memory will definitely remember the person who pushed the door.
"I remember you." Zhang Ya looked at Chen Ge seriously, and suddenly her expression changed: "You are the guy who didn't listen well in class just now and drew in my class."
"Painting?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya in front of him. He didn't know what he looked like in Zhang Ya's eyes at this moment. Maybe the other party had really forgotten him: "I was writing something."
Chen Ge took out the storybook from his backpack and flipped it in front of Zhang Ya: "Do you have any impressions?"
"Is this the outline of the novel you wrote?" Zhang Ya was a little surprised.
"Why are you talking about writing a novel again?" No matter what Chen Ge said, Zhang Ya just treated him as an interesting big boy, with a smile on his face.
"Go back to class quickly. I support your interest in writing novels, but don't affect your studies."
The Zhang Ya in front of her has lost her youthfulness and is mature and gentle, making people want to get close to her.
"You really treat me like a child." Chen Ge reluctantly took back the storybook.
"Isn't it?" Zhang Ya, who was wearing a suit and skirt and looked very stable, inadvertently showed a very cute expression.
"Teacher, I'll listen to you. I'm going back to class." Chen Ge walked toward the classroom with his backpack. Halfway through, he looked back and saw Zhang Ya entering the office alone: "It turns out that Zhang Ya smiled like this
The appearance is completely different from usual, so beautiful that it’s a bit foul.”
Glancing at his own shadow, Chen Ge sighed softly: "I finally got an opportunity to bully Zhang Ya. I didn't expect that she is still a teacher. It's too difficult for me."
Back in the classroom, Chen Ge didn't listen to the class at all. He used his yin pupil to observe the town outside from his seat.
This was indeed Liwan Town, but it was completely different from the chaotic and crazy Liwan in his memory. The folk customs were simple and honest, and everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. Not to mention the unborn child, he did not feel even a trace of negative emotions.
"Is this place the same as a psychic ghost school, where day and night are two extremes?"
"The classmate by the window asks you to come up and answer the question on the blackboard." A male teacher's voice came from the podium.
Chen Ge also respected the other party. After standing up, he glanced at the blackboard, and then shouted loudly: "I can't."