MTL - Back To the Past To Fall In Love-Chapter 1 back to high school

A golden light gradually appeared in the black vision, and at the same time, there was an excessively heavy pressure pressing on the body and a strong shortness of breath.

Gradually, there was a clear thinking in my mind, so I also remembered what happened before, and judged the current environment based on reasonable development.

If I remember correctly, she was shot.

Right at the door of his house, he was dizzy because he was a little drunk, but even so, his consciousness was clear, so he could clearly remember the man who rushed towards him with a knife in his hand.

Even the man's face is still clearly remembered, with a shaggy beard, wearing a black or possibly dark green jacket, black baggy jeans, and his hair, which looks like it hasn't been washed in a month, is greasy and messy.

In that case, this person looks no different from the homeless people I occasionally see on the road. Only those eyes are still impressive. Although they are dissatisfied with bloodshot and exhausted, they still have a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. , thick eyelashes, eyebrows fly like temples.

But here comes the problem, Xu Ziran doesn't know this person.

If you are familiar, even if you have only met two or three times, you should be able to recognize it, but this person, Xu Ziran can be sure that she should not even say a word to him.

I don't know if it was because she was thinking about this, she started to have a splitting headache.

Forget it, let's calm down for the moment and think about what the situation is now.

Since he is not dead, is he in the hospital? Or kidnapped?

But although the body is uncomfortable, why does it not feel like a knife?

Xu Ziran was confused and slowly opened his eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she thought that her body now felt more like a cold.

Her vision gradually became clear, and she saw a white thermos cup with a Snoopy print on it, and a scotch tape ball the size of a fist wrapped around it.

Scotch tape **** are placed on scotch tape, with a printed fountain pen on the side, and some paper towels.

Xu Ziran: ? ? ?

Forget the thermos cup, why is there still transparent tape?

She hasn't played this game since she graduated from high school, okay?

There are also water pens with this kind of printing, at this age, who still uses them?

Wait a minute, is she lying on her stomach now?

After being shot, she lay on the table? ? ?

In disbelief, Xu Ziran sniffed.

But the snot still flowed uncontrollably, so she subconsciously grabbed the tissue and straightened up to blow her nose.

It seemed to blow all the goo out of her brain, and she looked around, stunned.

In front of him is a smooth blackboard with a few English letters written on it. On the white wall above the blackboard is a wall clock that will no longer go. On the left is "Strive for Governance", and on the right is "Learning without Endless".

In front of the blackboard sat a young but strict English teacher, frowning and correcting a thick stack of examination papers.

Surrounded by rustic students who bowed their heads and worked hard to write, the scene was familiar as if it had been directly re-engraved from memory.

-wh, what?

Now, what are you doing now, recalling the memory before death? Is it such a magical feeling to recall the memory before death? ? ? But why classrooms? Does she have any attachment to her student life? And if I'm not mistaken, it's still high school? ? ?

Xu Ziran's brain was crowded with a lot of questions, causing her already overwhelmed brain to twitch and hurt. At this time, she felt that her back was poked. Xu Ziran, who had not been treated like this for a long time, replied. Go over it.

A somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar face appeared in front of her.

Familiarity is that the other party has been sitting behind him for three years in high school. Even if he hasn't said a few words, when he looks back, he has such a face, and he is tired of looking at it.

Unfamiliar is that after high school, it seems that they have not seen each other for ten years.

Even at yesterday's high school reunion, this person did not appear, only a video was sent, saying that he had something to do in the United States and could not get away.

In the video, the other party is wearing a suit and leather shoes with a smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows stretched and his expression confident, which is an obvious elite appearance.

But now, the other party is wearing a round inch, wearing a small sportswear with black patterns on a white background. The collar of the sportswear is unflattened, and the somewhat messy eyebrows are slightly wrinkled and said: "To be honest, go to the infirmary. "

Xu Ziran pointed at the other party with the tissue in his hand and said, "Cheng Haoyan?!"

Her high-pitched voice because she was too shocked, resounded in the silent classroom.

Cheng Haoyan loosened his frown, but his eyes widened, looking at Xu Ziran with a shocked expression.

So Xu Ziran heard someone say sternly behind her: "Xu Ziran, what's going on? I don't know if I'm studying myself now."

Xu Ziran was stiff.

- Self-study? Self-study? ! Self-study! !

She didn't study by herself 800 years ago!

Still, in such an environment!

She was trembling all over, and kept telling herself to calm down in her heart, but her head hurt more and more and her mind became more and more confused.

- Reborn? Still dead? Is it a dream? Or a hallucination?

Xu Ziran clenched her fists tightly, her nails embedded in her flesh, the pain in her hands calmed her down a little, but her eyes turned black one after another.

She didn't know if it was because of the lack of blood supply to her brain caused by the rush of her heart, or the dizziness caused by the cold.

But in the end, because she looked blushing and white, and her lips were trembling with bloodless lips, she scared the English teacher on the podium who was trying to teach her a lesson.

"What's the matter?" The English teacher came down from the podium and came to Xu Ziran's side, then raised her hand and touched her forehead, "Is it a fever, go to the infirmary."

Although she is usually stern and strict, she is actually a young woman. Seeing such a student, she panicked, looked around, pointed to the girl next to her, and said, "Qiu Yurou, take her to the hospital with me. room."

- Qiu Yurou?

After hearing Qiu Yurou's name, Xu Ziran's chaotic brain suddenly became clear.

First of all, she thought nonsensically, if it were ten years later, why would Qiu Yurou send her to the infirmary? Ten years later, Qiu Yurou would be a doctor herself, and a well-known genius doctor.

But a heart surgeon may not necessarily be able to treat a cold?

She was inexplicably amused by this thought of her own, so she gradually calmed down.

After all, she is an adult and has been struggling in the society for a long time. Xu Ziran knew that it must not be serious at the moment, so she took a deep breath and smiled weakly: "I'll just go by myself, I'm just a little dizzy."

After the turbulent mood just now passed, her complexion became stable, and her lips were not as pale as before.

She stood up from her seat, looked at the English teacher and said, "You shouldn't be brave, I'll go to the infirmary now."

She held the table and walked around outside, still thinking in her heart: Is all this a dream or a reality at the moment.

If it's a dream, it's too real; but if it's real...Isn't it scientific?

She opened the door and walked into the hallway, more awake and more realistic from the cold wind blowing in her face.

- Not like a dream.

But when a person is in a dream, I am afraid it is difficult to analyze whether it is a dream or not.

She leaned on the iron railing and looked out the corridor.

The corridors of their high school are not closed, so when they probed a little, the cold wind rushed in. Xu Ziran didn't know what time it was, and felt the cold wind, but suddenly knew that it must be winter, the wind of winter and the wind of early spring. Different, with a biting coldness.

Not to mention she also saw the bare cherry tree in the atrium, the dark black note trembling in the wind.

She remembered that in the year of her graduation, it seemed that it was just before the college entrance examination, the tree was removed, and it was said that it was because it died.

How can a tree that grows well die?

At that time, Xu Ziran didn't understand this matter.

It's like now, she doesn't understand, how can someone who lives well be stabbed and then reborn?

Alright, alright, stabbed and reborn, she should have earned it.

Xu Ziran touched his head, which started to hurt again, and took a deep breath.

Forget it, take a step by step, no matter it is a dream or a real life, you have to live a good life after all.

Just as she was about to walk forward on the railing, someone grabbed her arm behind her and tucked a scarf into her arms.

At the same time, the man said coldly, "The English teacher asked me to take you to the infirmary."

Xu Ziran was holding a white stick knitted scarf and saw Qiu Yurou with a sullen face.

She immediately felt amazing. Her memory was still Qiu Yurou, who was twenty-nine years old, with long mid-parted hair and a strong aura. She wore a matte lipstick that looked like blood, and she always had a surgical scalpel in her pocket.

But now Qiu Yurou is wearing a school uniform, and her figure is thin and thin, but her face is still beautiful and her eyes are still clear, so although her face is expressionless, she also shows a kind of unstained and pitiful.

A pitiful Qiu Yurou, Xu Ziran thought of this, feeling weird and a little expectant.

She had almost forgotten what kind of person Qiu Yurou was in high school, she only vaguely remembered that the other party was a very good person, and basically, no matter what she asked, she would never refuse.

But at that time, the relationship between Xu Ziran and Qiu Yurou could only be said to be average, but after they went to university, no matter how good their relationship was, the other classmates gradually cut off contact. Instead, Qiu Yurou was one of the few people who kept in touch with her all the time. So the two became closer.

Although as a surgeon, the other party should be very busy, but every time he chats with Qiu Yurou, Xu Ziran feels relaxed and happy.

This is probably because they have something in common.

But at that time, Qiu Yurou was already looking like an unsmiling royal sister, and she didn't know what kind of stimulation was in the middle.

Qiu Yurou let go of her hand after Xu Ziran turned around. Unexpectedly, Xu Ziran naturally leaned over to hold her arm, and the weak body leaned on her.

Qiu Yurou didn't expect this person to be so shameless, and her first reaction was to push away, but before she took action, Xu Ziran raised her head and said softly, "Thank you, if I was alone, I really wouldn't. know how to get there."

The somewhat ambiguous voice due to nasal congestion is thin and soft, like a newborn cat, plus Xu Ziran is petite and thin, with large and round eyes embedded in her fair face, she looks very lovable .

Qiu Yurou hesitated for three seconds, and then missed the best opportunity to push away. If she did it again, it would seem unnatural and strange, so she simply acquiesced and walked towards the infirmary with Xu Ziran.

But she still couldn't help thinking: This person is too strange, he is still rolling his eyes at her in the morning, why did he change his appearance in the afternoon?

As everyone knows, Xu Ziran is thinking in his heart: It is obvious that Qiu Yurou, who was in high school, was gentle and virtuous towards her, why does it seem like she hates her now?