cold......

Very cold...

Every corner of the blood vessel is filled with ice, and every drop of body fluid in the body seems to condense into frost.

The cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow almost swallowed everything, the consciousness began to blur, and the soul seemed to be asleep.

“…Chen Mu, Chen Mu…”

It seemed like someone was murmuring in his ears.

“…Why, choose this path…”

The voice seemed to have a hint of crying.

“…you have to think clearly…”

This is another calm and decisive voice:

"...This is your own choice..."

(This voice is so familiar...who are they?)

"Chen Mu, wake up! It's time to fuck during class!"

A strong push came from beside him, and Chen Mu suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

(It turned out to be just a dream.)

He let out a long breath, but there was still a cold left on his back as if he had been fished out of the ice water.

(Is this...school?)

A classroom with bright windows and clean windows, a blackboard full of white words, and a mountain of messy books.

The sun shines through the window on the podium, and you can vaguely see the floating chalk gray.

"You are not feeling well? I'll ask for a leave from Lao Yang?"

Chen Mu's eyes finally focused on the tall and thin man in school uniform in front of him. His name automatically popped out of his mind, and subconsciously shook his head.

"Then let's go."

Chen Mumo kept silent behind him and quickly sorted out his memories.

The tall and thin man is called Fan Jun, and his name is Chen Mu. This is Seoul No. 1 Middle School, and his class is in the third year of high school. What should I do next is to go to the playground to do exercises during breaks.

But the memory that followed was confusion and deviation.

The name is still Chen Mu - maybe something else, but at least these two words feel very pleasant.

As for other memories... where they come from and why... intermittently and vaguely. Just like a flower-screen TV screen, the dense snowflakes occasionally mixed with some colors, but they can't recognize their original appearance at all.

It’s like falling into the sea of ​​smoke, looking at flowers through the fog, hazy and unclear.

Fan Jun looked at Chen Mu's confused appearance and touched his forehead: "You are so okay? You won't have a fever again, right? Oh, it's really hot."

Chen Mu shook his hand away and shook his head: "I'm really okay."

Perhaps the head-shaking action activates certain areas of the brain, and more memories that do not belong to you are exposed like shells stranded on the beach by tides.

The mother died of premature birth, and the father disappeared. She was raised by her aunt, a single mother, and had a cousin.

Because of premature birth, I am weak and have many illnesses since childhood. I often have asthma, palpitations, dizziness, and dreams. It is a miracle to be able to live to such a big age.

These memories emerge like dreams, and they are placed in my mind like this.

But Chen Mu knew that it was not a dream now.

I glanced at the calendar at the door.

March 12, 1000.

On the other side of the specially made calendar is a big number: "87" and a line of small words: "Distance to the last juncture:".

Chen Mu stood at the door.

There is a familiar feeling here, but it is not the world he is familiar with.

The trunks on the big tree outside the window were bare, and only small leaves grew on the branches.

How can there be two leaves in the world that are so similar?

"Go away quickly, otherwise Lao Yang will be cursing people again in a while."

Chen Mu was pulled by Fan Jun and stumbled to the playground with the crowd. He then stood in the team with Fan Jun in a daze.

(The brain in the tank? Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterfly? Or is it a parallel world?)

Chen Mu rubbed his eyebrows and took a few deep breaths to quickly accept the fact.

On the playground, students followed the radio and began to raise their arms and legs.

Chen Mu, who was distracted, was pushed by Fan Jun with his elbow, and suddenly raised his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing square glasses staring at him in front of him.

Memories tell Chen Mu that this is "Lao Yang", the head teacher of their class.

Shaking his head and dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, Chen Mu quickly followed the movements of the leader in front to imitate it, and Lao Yang's bright eyes then moved away.

However, after doing a few stamina, Chen Mu suddenly realized that this so-called radio gymnastics was, and the movements were violently like boxing. And they had already achieved more than 60 eight beats in the 16th quarter, but it was not over yet, but the movements became more and more difficult.

Chen Mu was panting, and sweat had already ejaculated on his forehead. At the same time, he really felt what "weak and sick" meant.

This amount of exercise is already full of energy and not enough energy. This body's weakness can be seen.

Fortunately, the head teacher Lao Yang seemed to have some understanding of Chen Mu's situation and did not force him to complete all movements at the standard. As long as his body was still moving, he turned a blind eye.

After 144 eight beats in the thirty-six quarters, the torture finally ended.

Chen Mu followed the disbanded team back to the classroom in sweat. Fan Jun had already handed over a translucent glass bottle containing white liquid like milk.

After pinching his nose and filling it in one go, Fan Jun raised the empty bottle in his hand and shook it, and then said to Chen Mu: "Drink it quickly. Although this thing is hard to drink, it can at least recover your strength."

"Thanks."
Chapter completed!