MTL - Salted Fish Zombie-Chapter 122 memory

What other ways to play, let's talk about it after getting the countdown to 100.

Ning Su's dull face clearly expressed this meaning.

Ning Changfeng almost laughed out loud on the other side.

In his impression, Ling Xiao has always been mysterious, powerful, and unfathomable. Who would have thought that he would still hold "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" with a dazed look on his face.

Ning Changfeng: "Ling Xiao, this is your nephew's wish, learn it quickly."

Ling Xiao: "..."

His eyes moved from "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" to Ning Su.

The young man had just taken a shower, his hair was not dried, and it was wet and limp under the towel. The beauty's pointed eyebrows were slightly drooping, and the eyes only had a slanted line in the long eyelashes, and the emotions in the eyes could not be seen clearly.

You can only see a rare tight arc on the corners of his thin and shallow lips.

Ling Xiao's Adam's apple moved slightly, wanting to press down that arc.

He sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow, and opened "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students".

At some point, the only sound left in the dormitory was the sound of flipping books.

Ling Xiao's quilt suddenly moved, and the quilt bulged in two round arcs, and the chrysalis moved forward.

After a while, two children came out from under the quilt on both sides of Ling Xiao, sitting on either side of him, one on the left and one on the right, studying "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" with him.

Ling Xiao: "..."

Ling Xiao slowed down the movement of turning the pages of the book.

"English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" looks thick, but in fact there are not many words. There are many cute illustrations and crooked "straight line" marks in it.

Ling Xiao paused for a moment, then turned to look at Guisheng.

Gui Sheng was pointing at himself with a gray little finger, and said silently, "Mine!"

Ling Xiao: "..."

He said, a school full of top students, where did the "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" come from.

Ling Xiao finished reading "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" and looked up at the person in front of him.

That person had fallen asleep a long time ago, sleeping soundly in the same bed alone.

Ling Xiao pressed his forehead, and took the two children to sleep with difficulty.

After two o'clock at night, all the people in the dormitory finally went to bed.

"Gudong—"

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong, Gudong—"

In the haze, Ning Su heard the sound of "gudong" again, which was denser and clearer than last night.

Like something fell into the lake little by little.

It was like something was eating, swallowing strange food into the empty stomach.

Ning Su opened his eyes, and saw opposite him, on the middle bed on the left, a figure was sitting stiffly and silently on the bed.

It is Zhou Xiang.

Three o'clock in the morning is the quietest time in Qingyi Middle School.

An hour earlier, there are still people studying in the dormitory and study room, and two hours later, students will wake up and start studying early.

During the quietest night in the whole school, Zhou Xiang sat silently on the bed alone, not knowing what to do.

Not long after, Ning Su saw his hands.

Only then did he realize in the dark that Zhou Xiang was holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, pressing down on his school uniform white shirt.

He was writing something on the inside pocket of his school uniform white shirt.

Ning Su was taken aback, and pursed his lips.

He thought of Wang Zhiqiu's behavior of leaving lettering in the table hole.

After Zhou Xiang finished writing, he sat for a while, looking at the front quietly. After an unknown period of time, he wiped his face and got off the bed.

Just as he got out of bed, he saw Ning Su with his eyes open.

There are self-study rooms on both sides of each dormitory in Qingyi Middle School.

At three o'clock in the morning, a classmate returned to the dormitory with a thick exercise book, and there were two other students in the study room, lying on the desk and falling asleep.

Ning Su and Zhou Xiang stood at the door of the dormitory diagonally opposite the study room.

Ning Su asked him, "Is there something wrong with your memory?"

Zhou Xiang was breathing heavily, with a nasal sound, and he wiped his face again, "I can't remember what I watched before going to bed."

"It's normal for me not to remember something before going to bed," Ning Su said.

"It's not just these." Zhou Xiang said: "Many things in my memory gradually became blurred, as if covered by a thin layer of mosaic, and then erased by an eraser."

Ning Su pursed his lips. If he only forgot the things he remembered before going to bed, Ning Su could still say that he was nervous.

With such a clear description, his memory really had a problem.

Zhou Xiang's breathing became heavier and heavier. His right hand, originally hanging by his leg, moved uncomfortably to the white wall, pressed it against the door of the dormitory within a few seconds, and then put it back by his leg, trembling in the dim light. Hold tight.

"The half-width sine formula is called sine, what is the formula?"

"accou, coun?"

His trembling became more and more severe, as if he was desperately competing with something for his memory, but he could only watch his memory pass by.

Like fine sand, you try your best to grab it, but you can't catch it anyway, and the more it flows, the more it flows.

"The dead are like, like..."

"The late emperor, the late emperor?"

He tightly grasped the short hair with his hands that could not be placed, and patted his head with the other hand, "Xiandi, Xiandi!"

The figure gradually coincided with the girl who was reciting vocabulary words under the tree they saw when they entered the school gate.

Ning Su hurriedly grabbed his arm, "Zhou Xiang, calm down!"

"Don't think about it, the more you think about it, the faster you will lose it!"

Zhou Xiang's hand beating on his head stopped, and he covered his head.

"I wasn't that scared at first, but when my memory started to lose a little bit, I realized how frightening this feeling was."

"I can feel them draining away little by little, and quickly. I'm powerless, and I don't know to what extent."

"Will it be like what Ling Xiao said, in the end even the feelings will flow away, and become, become the empty shell of the walking dead..."

Ning Su didn't know how to comfort him, no matter what he said at this moment, it was empty.

I can only tell him not to be anxious, not to tear off his hair and scalp like that girl.

"Don't be afraid, it's impossible to sentence 78 players to death because of a test as soon as you enter the dungeon. There must be a way."

"En." Zhou Xiang agreed, his hands were still trembling, and his chest was heaving violently.

"It's already like this, I'm afraid it's useless." Zhou Xiang clenched his hands tightly, "After entering the game, many memories are not good, so forget them as soon as you forget them."

"There are so many memories in reality, it's useless to keep them..."

Ning Su didn't believe it, and looked up at him.

His clear peach blossom eyes shimmered in the dim light, as if he could see through everything.

Zhou Xiang opened his mouth, his throat was dry and sour, "I do have a memory that I am particularly afraid of losing, and that is my only, only..."

Ning Su knows.

He has seen it all.

He saw Zhou Xiang sitting on the bed and writing in the inside pocket of his shirt.

The shirt was white, and he used a blue ballpoint pen to write on the inner pocket of the layered fabric so that it would not be easy to see, and even so, he could not write much.

Ning Su thought that he would write down his name and basic information like Wang Zhiqiu and Xia Mengyu.

No.

He wrote another person's name, all three school uniform shirts.

"Lu Yue is the person you love the most, trust him."

Everyone has memories hidden in their hearts, perhaps unknown, and reluctant to lose.

Zhou Xiang squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and the night hid his expression.

"Gudong—"

"Tick tock."

The sound of swallowing and the sound of water dripping to the ground sounded in the night at the same time.

When Ning Su turned back to the dormitory, he saw Ling Xiao leaning against the door.

I don't know when it appeared.

He walked up to Ling Xiao and looked up at him in the dim light.

Ling Xiao took his hand and held his pale and cool hand little by little, "Don't worry."

Little Xianyu, who is usually the laziest and most resistant to introversion, throws a vocabulary book for him to learn in the middle of the night.

It could only be because he was worried.

Ling Xiao looked down at him, "My memory has long been shattered, even if something goes wrong, it's okay to be destroyed and swallowed."

Ning Su pursed his lips, withdrew his hand, and entered the dormitory in silence.

Ling Xiao froze for a few seconds, then looked at his hands.

When he entered the dormitory, he saw that Ning Su was holding two children on his bed. He carried the two children to his own bed and took the "English Vocabulary for Primary School Students" with him.

Ling Xiao: "..."

At half past six in the morning, everyone got up to the sound of the school bell getting louder and louder.

After Ning Su woke up, he immediately looked at Zhou Xiang.

Last night, Zhou Xiang went back to the dormitory to sleep at some unknown time. He woke up to the sound of the bell, and sat up blankly staring at the blue quilt.

"Zhou Xiang!"

Zhou Xiang looked up after the voice, and Ning Su followed his gaze and saw Lu Yue who was smiling.

The person who was able to hand over a clean white handkerchief under the choking voice of the girl's bad attitude had a gentle and clean smile.

"Why are you in a daze?" He asked Zhou Xiang with a smile.

Zhou Xiang glanced at him in a daze, then lowered his head and rubbed the back of his head, "Damn, didn't this mean that he slept too little, too sleepy, and still in a daze."

Lu Yue: "Don't be confused, get up and go to self-study in the morning."

Zhou Xiang: "Well, that's it."

Ning Changfeng came out of the bathroom and asked the three people who went to the small black room last night, "Is there anything unusual about you?"

Ling Xiao said, "No."

After speaking, he glanced at Ning Su, who was getting out of bed and didn't look at him.

Akira Yoshizawa: "It seems not."

As a member of the Yinhua Club, it was rare for him to have a good attitude towards Ning Changfeng, and he answered his questions seriously, "I subjectively feel that my mind is not so flexible and my memory is declining, but it should be the reason for my lack of sleep and nervousness."

Zhou Xiang also said: "Me too, the reaction is a bit slow."

After speaking, he glanced at Ning Su.

Ning Su understood that he didn't want others to know for the time being, so he nodded to him.

Lu Yue: "It seems that it's okay to enter that little black room once? We take the test once a week, and we have to take the test eight times in two months. It should be triggered after accumulating a certain number of times?"

Ning Changfeng: "It's possible, let's go and see the situation of other players."

A few people simply washed up and went out.

Ning Su was the last to go out. He climbed onto the bed and stuffed the two children under the quilt, gave them a tablet, put earphones in each ear, and asked them to lie on the bed and watch horror movies.

This tablet is his reward for the top 20 in his grade.

Horror movies are entertainment and learning movies that the two children love to watch.

Qingyi Middle School has a morning reading class in the morning. Every morning self-study, there are teachers other than the math teacher who come to the class. Generally, any teacher comes to memorize any books. Some teachers even take the morning reading class as their own class.

Such as English teacher.

In the morning reading class today, she used it to check the recitation of the key words and sentences of the composition she assigned yesterday.

The other students read and memorized as usual, and she randomly walked to the students who wanted to check.

Fifty or sixty students in the classroom were reading aloud very loudly. Except for those around them, everyone could not hear clearly the recitation of the students under inspection, and did not pay attention to it.

Until the teacher suddenly dropped the lesson plan.

The voice in the classroom slowly decreased until it disappeared.

The whole class looked there.

The English teacher was standing in front of a boy and asked sharply, "How could it be possible that you didn't memorize a sentence? Even if you didn't memorize it yesterday, I came to check you after 20 minutes of self-study in the morning. Did you not memorize a single word in these 20 minutes?" "

All nine players in the class looked there.

The boy was a player, and he apologized to the teacher with an ugly face, "Sorry, teacher, I haven't been feeling well for the past two days."

"If you can stand here well, it means that you don't feel too uncomfortable. You don't even recite it when I'm here. What's your attitude!"

The English teacher stuffed the handout into the boy's hand, "You read it to me in front of me now!"

The boy held the handout, looked down at the key words and sentences on it, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

His hands began to shake.

The hearts of several players tightened, and they looked at him solemnly.

Why not read it?

It's fine if you can't recite it, why don't you read it out while the handout with key words and sentences is right in front of you?

They all knew that the male player was called Zhang Haitao, and he had a solid foundation in the English test with a score of more than 90.

Zhang Haitao's hands holding the handouts were shaking more and more, the two handouts were fighting with each other, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

What the players realized.

English teachers are also aware of it.

There is a smile on her face. When she smiles, the pupils will gradually become bigger, and the blackness will spread throughout the eyeballs, revealing an inhuman weirdness, which makes her smile look very permeating.

"You forgot." She said with a faint smile, her voice was cold, "I forgot everything, I lost my memory."

There was an eerie silence in the classroom, and the reading from the next class was loud and noisy.

"No, no..." Zhang Haitao's forehead was covered with sweat, and his voice trembled, "No, no! No! I don't have amnesia!"

"You forgot!!" the English teacher suppressed his voice loudly.

She immediately called security and instructors.

Zhang Haitao didn't know why he was particularly flustered, and immediately went to grab her mobile phone, but she slapped her out.

The players looked even more serious.

Even though the skills and weapons were cooling down, they still had the physical fitness they had honed through multiple dungeons, but Zhang Haitao was thrown out by a teacher so easily.

Obviously, these teachers are no longer in the category of normal human beings.

The security guards and the instructors came quickly. They used electric batons for native world candidates in the examination room, and black soft tree branches for players.

The branches are very similar to the ones on the small black house. Looking at the long ones, they are actually very soft.

An instructor threw a black branch towards Zhang Haitao. The branch wrapped around his neck and tightened the grip, dragging him out of the classroom like this.

Zhang Haitao grabbed the branch around his neck with both hands and pulled it out desperately. His legs kicked wildly, but the speed of pulling was not affected at all.

His face became more and more red, and suddenly his eyes widened. For some reason, he stopped struggling and was dragged away like a dead dog.

"Bah—————"

His feet passed the door of the classroom, and disappeared in the corridor from the sight of dozens of people, leaving only the sound of his body dragging on the ground, getting farther and farther away.

Ning Su glanced at Zhou Xiang.

He wiped his forehead, held the pen tightly, and lowered his head to memorize the key words and sentences in the handout.

Even though his head was lowered, he could see his tension and panic from his tense and trembling chin, with sweat sliding down.

There was a long silence in the classroom, and the reading was resumed under the teacher's order.

As soon as the teacher left, Ning Su turned around and asked Ling Xiao's tablemate Zhong Huiling, "Where was he taken? Did he go for treatment like Wang Zhiqiu?"

Zhong Huiling nodded, "He has a problem with his memory due to the stress of preparing for the exam, so he needs to be treated."

Ning Su: "How long is the treatment?"

Zhong Huiling: "Two months."

The two-month college entrance examination is over.

It turns out that losing memory does not necessarily mean death, but being found out by the teacher will definitely result in death.

When Ning Su turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Ling Xiao looking at him.

He only paused for a second before turning his head back.

Ling Xiao stared at the back of his head for a few seconds, and opened the "English Vocabulary for Middle School Students".

After the morning self-study, it is breakfast time.

Having breakfast in the school cafeteria is a good time for players to communicate.

Seats are confirmed at the first meal.

At the long table for six people, Ning Su sat opposite Shi Tianshu and asked her, "President, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Shi Tianshu took a sip of coffee, and glanced at the table of the Yongming Society, "But I feel that something happened."

Ning Su followed her gaze, "Human Pupa Master?"

Shi Tianshu nodded.

Several people were taken aback.

The human pupae masters are well-known high-level players in the base, but something happened as soon as they entered the dungeon.

In the hearts of many players, amnesia in this dungeon is equal to death.

If you lose your memory, you will naturally not be able to score 600 points in the test. If you fail to score 600 points in the test, you will not be able to complete the dungeon task, or you will die in the dungeon.

The Human Chrysalis Master entered the dungeon for three days and then died, which inevitably made people feel surprised.

Shi Tianshu ate slowly, swallowed the bitter gourd in her mouth and said, "Maybe something left a mark when I entered the small black room. I don't know when an invisible monster will come to **** up the memory."

She said to Yinhua's two players: "If something happens to me, our Yinhua players will listen to Ning Su."

Ji Zeming opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Okay."

Seeing that Ning Su was still looking at her, Shi Tianshu said, "It's okay, it shouldn't be the case when you just enter the instance and confirm which seventy-eight people will die."

"Ah? Was the head teacher explaining the funeral just now? No, this is just the beginning of a sixth-level dungeon."

Several people looked up and saw Shi He, the first player in the grade test.

Students in the top ten have privileges anywhere in the school, including the cafeteria.

The top students eat on the second floor of the restaurant. There is a separate table, so there is no need to waste time in line.

They had just started eating, and he had already finished eating, so he walked over deliberately, so he could tell what he was thinking at a glance.

In the individual competition, he was killed by Shi Tianshu as soon as he entered the dungeon.

"I don't think it's necessary. Isn't Ning Su the only one left in your Yinhua Club? The others have all gone to the small black room, and they listen to Ning Su in everything."

Ning Changfeng: "Get lost."

Shihe: "..."

Shi He: "Ning..."

Ning Changfeng: "Get lost."

Shihe: "..."

Shi He spoke again, Ning Changfeng: "Can't you understand human speech? Who are you? Do you have a place to interrupt our conversation?"

Shi He left with an ugly expression on his face.

Ning Changfeng glanced at Shi Tianshu, who was eating with her head down.

He looked at Ning Su again, and Ning Su gave him a thumbs up.

Ning Changfeng was finally in a good mood, he said: "President Shi is right, it will be fine, don't worry."

Shi Tianshu gave a "hmm".

Ning Changfeng was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly said: "Today, players in several classes exposed their amnesia and were dragged away. Be careful."

Shi Tianshu looked up at him and said nothing.

Ning Su followed Ning Changfeng and said, "President, be careful, and tell us if you have anything to do."

Shi Tianshu smiled and said, "Okay, don't worry."

There was only one hour for breakfast, and they went back to their classes after eating.

Lu Yue walked back with them. He touched his stomach and said to Zhou Xiang: "The small noodles in the restaurant are quite delicious. The taste is very similar to what we ate in the copy of "Nianhua", isn't it?"

Zhou Xiang paused, and Ning Su saw the blankness in his eyes at that moment, he smiled naturally, and said, "You like it, let's eat it together tomorrow morning."

Lu Yue smiled and nodded, "At that time we all said it was delicious, and we have always missed it. Finally, we can eat a few more meals here, and you won't keep talking about it in the future."

"Yeah." Zhou Xiang nodded, scratched his hair with his fingers, and turned his head to show a very happy smile to Lu Yue, "From now on, I won't talk about it anymore."

Ning Su pursed his lips and walked forward sullenly.

A man strode to keep up with him. The man had long legs and followed him steadily.

"Thinking about what?" he asked.

Ning Su: "Go to the world of "Huanu" after you figure out the copy."

Ling Xiao: "What are you doing there?"

Ning Su: "Go to the Temple of Flowers and take out your heart and return it to you."

Ling Xiao: "..."

When he was about to enter the teaching building, Ling Xiao grabbed his arm, "Let's go to the bathroom together."

Ning Changfeng: "Why are you like girls, you have to go to the bathroom together?"

He thought for a while that it would be nice to be together anytime like this, and said to Ning Su: "Go with your Uncle Ling."

Ning Su: "..."

There was only one hour for breakfast, and after discussing the dungeon in the dining room, there was not much time left after eating.

Most of the people are back in the classroom, and the restrooms are deserted.

Ling Xiao dragged Ning Su into a cubicle before letting go.

As soon as he let go, before Ning Su could speak, he said, "Sorry, I said something wrong last night."

He was going to give his heart back, no matter how unreasonable he was, he could see that Ning Su was angry.

He recalled his behavior and the point of Ning Su's anger, and came up with an answer that made him feel so soft that he was at a loss.

Ling Xiao squeezed Ning Su's hand little by little, "My heart is in your body, even if I lose my memory, I will follow you."

Last night he told Ning Su that it would be fine even if he lost his memory, and Ning Su got angry.

Ling Xiao guessed wildly that Ning Su was actually a little afraid that he would forget him after he lost his memory.

The teenager is restless.

He may not have noticed it himself.

There was a throbbing in the chest, as if a heart was beating.

In this small space, Ling Xiao tightened his grip a little bit, held his hand tightly, looked into his clear eyes and said, "Actually, I'm a little uneasy."

He may have lived for thousands of years, and he should have a long memory.

Those memories are chaotic and broken, he doesn't care, maybe those long memories are dry and tasteless.

There is only one touch of difference.

When he realized that Ning Su would be taken away from his memory, he panicked inexplicably.

He won't die, but when he opens his eyes again, does he still know that there is such a boy named Wonderful in the infinite universe?

Do you still know how that boy came to him?

He has his energy growing in him, his heart in his body, coming to him from the future.

This kind of miracle may not happen again.

Ling Xiao: "Sorry, I don't know what to say. It's probably like a rose quietly growing out of the infinite chaotic universe. I'm afraid I'll forget what it looks like."