Slowly opening his heavy eyes, he saw a vast expanse of white snow.

"Finally woke up!" came a teasing voice.

Who? When I was still surprised that there was someone next to me, my body had already conditioned myself to sit up first. The person next to me was obviously startled. They were slightly startled, but quickly returned to their original nonchalant expression.

I looked at him quietly. His dark blue hair was a bit long, hanging down from his neck to his shoulders, and seemed to have some big waves. He was wearing rimless glasses that symbolized elegance. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

, but his eyes are very sharp. His smile also gives people a sinister feeling.

Another child who matures precociously. However, this situation is becoming more and more common in today's society. As for children, it is better to be simple.

I was thinking about it while looking around. This room looked like it should be a hospital ward. It seemed that I was taken to the hospital in time after falling down the stairs. Then the person next to me must have been kind enough to send me to the hospital.

I looked at him again and saw that he looked pretty good, but it was a pity that he was a bad boy who dyed his hair like that.

Just when I was alone with my thoughts, there was a sound of footsteps outside the room.

Five meters away, six people. I made an instinctive judgment almost as soon as I heard the footsteps. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I looked up at the door. The sound stopped at the door, and then the door opened.

"Are you awake? Uh-huh!" the silver-haired boy who opened the door said while scratching his hair. He was so sweaty!

Six people stood still in the room, including the seven people next to me. I looked at this group of delinquent boys with messy hair and colorful contact lenses on the hospital bed. Rich second generation?

The silver-haired boy seemed dissatisfied with such an atmosphere. He raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "What kind of ungorgeous expression do you have? Are you fascinated by my magnificence? Ah huh?"

I turned my head and sweated violently. I have seen narcissistic people, but I have never seen narcissistic people like this. This person is not afraid of being criticized when he goes out. Could he be a fan of Sister Feng? Thinking of this, I can't help but sympathize.

He glanced at him.

"What's that unglamorous look in your eyes?" Ugh! You seem to be angry!

"Um, who are you?" After I asked all the bad boys, they frowned. Only then did I realize that what they had just spoken seemed to be in Japanese. But I have never learned Japanese, so communication is not convenient?

In distress, a little boy with red hair raised his head and asked the boy with bad glasses next to me: "Yuushi, what did she just say? It doesn't seem to be Japanese!" I suddenly realized that I could hear what they said.

I understand. But I have never studied Japanese, and why are there so many Japanese delinquents here? Something is wrong! Very wrong! I don’t seem to understand many things. Why could I hear footsteps five meters away just now and judge in a split second?

Distance and number of people? And my body’s reaction speed is too fast, as if I have received special training, just like people in martial arts novels. What is going on?

The delinquent boys on the side didn't know why. The red-haired boy asked again: "Yu Shi, she was hit by a car and was knocked unconscious, right?"

Car? Didn’t I fall down the stairs? But since I understand Japanese, I should be able to speak it too!

"Um, who are you?" Fortunately, I can tell you, and it seems that the communication problem has been solved.

"You don't know us?" the long-haired boy with bad glasses next to me asked in surprise.

"Should I know you?" This time it was my turn to be surprised. These rich second-generation people who turn heads a lot when walking on the street are not Internet celebrities, are they?

The boy with bad glasses didn't seem to expect that I would say that. He didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Tch." A disdainful voice came from the crowd. A boy wearing a baseball cap backwards said disdainfully: "Just stop it! That truck stopped before you fell down and didn't hit you at all.

You, and the doctor also said that your body is not injured at all. You just want to attract Atobe’s attention by doing this? Have I seen too many girls like you? "

"You said I was hit by a truck?" Not fell down the stairs?

"I told you I didn't hit you. Can't you feel whether you were injured or not? Hey, I said, could it be that you hired that truck driver? Otherwise, why would so many people on the road hit you?

Atobe? He just happened to stop in front of you when you pushed Atobe away. You really worked hard to come up with such a way to get close to us." After saying that, the bad boy in the baseball cap snorted,

The tone should be as contemptuous as possible.

"It turns out that she planned all this!" The red-haired boy suddenly realized, and then looked at me with contempt.

"Is that the one you sent me to the hospital?" He automatically ignored the words he didn't understand and then asked the questions he wanted to know.

"I'm telling you, are you trying to pretend to have amnesia and let Atobu be responsible for you?" The bad boy with glasses next to him said with a smile, and glanced at the arrogant silver-haired boy with ill intentions. It was a good show.

appearance.

"If this is the hospital you sent me to, then thank you, but can you tell me where this is? Well~ I mean what hospital in which country and city. Thank you." After that, he waited quietly.

They replied, hoping that my bad premonition would not be true. I prayed secretly.

"I said, you're almost done! How long do you want to keep pretending? Do you think we are all fools?" The man in the hat was already getting angry.

"Well, Anato-senpai, it seems to me that she has really lost her memory." A young man with short silver-gray hair said.

Hmm! A very clean young man, initially determined to be an introvert, the kind of person who is nice at first sight. I smiled at him and nodded, thanking him for speaking for me. He was actually embarrassed.

Seeing that I couldn't ask any valuable questions, I started looking around again to see if I could find something that could solve my confusion. I saw a women's backpack next to the pillow, and glanced at the boys in front of me.

It can’t be theirs! Never mind, we’ll talk about it after seeing it.

I dumped all the things in my backpack on the bed and started rummaging around. I picked up a small cartoon mirror, opened it and looked at it. I was stunned and couldn't move. Who was the person inside? He had straight black hair.

The bangs covering the eyebrows, slightly pale skin, and a pair of big black eyes were looking at me with surprise. I hurriedly dug out a student ID card among the remaining things. It looked like the face on the photo and in the mirror.

Exactly the same.

"Ito~~First meeting?" I read out this unfamiliar name with some difficulty and analyzed it quietly. In the end, I had to believe that I had traveled through time.

I'm really afraid of what comes. I admit that when I was crazy about time travel novels, I really looked forward to time travel every day, but now I'm in my twenties, and I've long passed the age of fantasy. Take another look in the mirror

That unfamiliar face is so young, he shouldn't be more than fifteen years old!

"What's wrong with the patient?" An old doctor wearing a white coat was ushered in. It seemed that the group of bad boys were also confused by my strange behavior.

"Doctor, she seems to have lost her memory." The introverted young man quickly explained.

"Amnesia?" The doctor looked at me doubtfully and asked, "Do you remember your name?"

"Probably call it Ito Hatsumi!"

"Probably?" The old doctor didn't know why at first, but then he understood after seeing the student ID card in my hand. Then he asked: "Then do you still remember who your parents are?"

I shook my head. After asking a few more questions, the old doctor took me for a full-body examination. The final result was that I might have suffered a brain injury when I was hit by a car, causing amnesia.

"Atobe, it seems like you are really responsible for her." The boy with glasses looked gloating.

I continued to ignore what should be ignored, turned around and asked the introverted young man: "Um, do you know how to get to Lihai University?"

"Why are you going to Lihai University?" the silver-haired narcissistic man said angrily, frowning.

I pointed to my student ID card and said, "It says that I should be a second-year student at the High School Affiliated to Lehigh University, so if I go to Lehigh University, I should be able to find out who my parents are and where they live."

"I will send people to check these things. The doctor said you have to stay in the hospital for observation for a while, so you should stay in the hospital first."

"I'm fine~~"

Before I could finish speaking, the narcissist said, "I told you to stay, so stay." Then he snapped his fingers and told everyone to leave. I was left alone in the ward speechless.

.

Forget it, since there is someone who can help me, it won’t be in vain. I’d better think about these messy things while I’m in the hospital for observation.

First, I traveled to a little girl named Ito Hatsumi; the reason was that there she fell down the stairs, and here she was hit by a car; then, I was rescued by a group of bad boys, one of whom was named Yushi.

One is called Minghu, and

There is one named Atobe; however, I seem to have heard the name Atobe somewhere. Also, this girl named Ito Hatsumi is a second-year student of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School. Wait, Rikkai University, the King Rikkai

Da? And that Atobe, no?

My full name is Keigo Atobe, right? Could it be that I’m the King of Tennis? In other words, the group of people I thought were delinquents just now are the candidates for the Hyotei Tennis Club! omg this world is too big

It’s crazy! You can’t just wear it when traveling through time.

Going to the past or the future? If I really want to go there, let me go to the Northern Song Dynasty. There are heroes everywhere. Maybe I can meet Zhan Yumao and Bai Wuye, and they can become a generation of heroines! But speaking of

Heroine, this body seems to have many secrets.
Chapter completed!