In this world, you can only feel pain when you are alive. After death, you are left with emptiness and no more feeling of discouragement. This is what people often say, "Life is worse than death." This is probably what people mean.
And that feeling of emptiness can often be found in people's sleep.
Just like now.
Zheng Qing's consciousness stayed at the deep seabed for unknown long, ignorant, until at some point, he suddenly woke up and felt a ray of sunshine falling from his head, leading him to slowly float towards the water. However, the next second he seemed to be sitting at his desk and began to read a book called "Life".
The first page is born, pink and tender, and the cry is loud.
Then there are kindergartens, elementary schools, original intentions, and high school. Every page is full of fragments of his corresponding life, and many memories he had long forgotten were presented to him one by one.
Until after high school.
After turning the last page of high school, the style of this book suddenly changed. If it was said that it was a documentary book that recorded every detail of his life like a diary, then after high school, the book suddenly became a comic.
The incredible world, the bizarre scenes, realistic but exaggerated dialogue.
As the book was read to the blank.
The world in front of you is getting brighter and brighter.
The sound that did not belong to this book gradually came to my ears-
"…I thought the school would send people from the school committee to guard him."
“…It is precisely because we have made a big mistake that we need to make up for our mistakes.”
"...Ha, you can deceive yourself by saying this. I have figured it out. We guard him, which is equivalent to being under house arrest here with him... The people from the school work committee can leave the school or even leave the island, but we can only be a land-binding spirit... because they are worried that we will help him escape from the island!"
“…Don’t think about it…”
"...Is this a random thought? When Tom kept that pair of gloves, I warned you that Nya would eventually become a trouble for everyone! At that time, you also said that I was a random thought, but what happened? Don't look at him being serious and meticulous all day... Just like a person who laughs and laughs every day, he is most likely to get depression!"
"...Life is like an onion, wrapping yourself up layer by layer day after day, looking bright and gorgeous on the surface, with a faint temperament. Unless you deliberately cut it open, the smell of tears that can choke on your eyes will remain in the mezzanine of memory... or in the rings of the year."
Ah snee!
Zheng Qing seemed to smell the strong smell of onion and couldn't help but sneeze.
Then he felt that he had finally broken free from the suppressed, shaking sea, and rushed out of the water. His eyes suddenly became clear, but what caught his eye was not the blue sky, but the snow-white roof of the ward.
Zheng Qing is very familiar with the ceiling of the school hospital - although he has not come many times in this short period of time, just like those blurred and broken pictures in the depths of memory, what he thought he had forgotten long ago could be recalled clearly with just a little introduction.
When the boy heard the boy's sneeze, the conversation in the room came to an abrupt end.
The next second, two familiar faces appeared in front of him almost at the same time, one left and one right, blocking his gaze tightly.
On the left is Zhang Yu, the leader of the teaching assistant team, and on the right is Hilda, the practical class teacher.
"Awaken?" Hilda looked anxious.
"Wake up." Zhang Yu obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
In just a moment, a large group of therapists in white robes flocked in, filling the room that was originally slightly spacious. The two male witches from the teaching assistant team hugged in the corner of the house. They did not appear in front of Zheng Qing again until the nurse who was feeding medicine left.
"How do you feel?" Hilda touched the copper ring on her nose.
This made Zheng Qing inexplicably think of the group of minoxies that he contracted in the Merlin Medal.
"Very good, never so good."
The young public-paid student muttered and touched his belly: "...I feel refreshed and feel that I can eat a cow now, but Mrs. Bella doesn't let me eat, saying that the pharmacological laboratory has not yet tested the remaining potion ingredients in my body..."
"This is to avoid uncontrollable risks, you have to understand."
The acting leader of the teaching assistant team comforted her warmly: "If you feel too hungry, you can continue to sleep for a while... The Beta Town Post reported a news article saying that a witch in Great Britain slept for a while and suddenly she would speak Nymph after waking up. I hope you have such good luck too."
"Thank you, leader... It's a pity that I haven't selected Ningfu language this semester, otherwise I would have had one less class." Zheng Qing felt that he seemed to be able to speak Ningfu language, and he unconsciously thought of the full course schedule.
The gravity of the class schedule pulls the boy's thoughts.
Let him slowly return to reality.
Then he remembered the conversations he heard when he was hazy, and he became more and more awake.
"Where is Thomas?" he asked subconsciously.
Then the two assistants' faces suddenly looked ugly.
"Feel sorry…"
Zheng Qing realized that he had mentioned an inappropriate name and carefully shrank into the bed.
"We should be sorry for us, you have nothing to be sorry for."
Zhang Yu shook his head and replied simply: "When we found that illegal laboratory, he had disappeared without a trace... He is a core member of the teaching assistant team and is very familiar with the school's search methods, so... we will arrest him as soon as possible. Finally... I'm sorry."
He bowed deeply to Zheng Qing.
"Ah, eh? It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay to you!" Zheng Qing hurriedly sat upright and waved his hands randomly: "It's him and Nikita--"
Zhang Yu quickly made a gesture, blocking Zheng Qing's words behind him.
“Those things are not suitable for chatting here.”
He smiled reluctantly, looked outside the door, and lowered his voice a little: "——It's not suitable to talk to us. The divination group has roughly figured out your experience, and there should be people from the school working committee coming to verify with you later. It's still the golden period for hunting, and they haven't come back in the silent forest. As for Thomas--"
He hesitated to look at Hilda.
The teacher who usually laughs and laughs at the practical class is now gloomy.
The leader of the teaching assistant team sighed deeply: "—He was one of us after all, and I must emphasize this. This fact has nothing to do with your safety or health, nor with violence or kidnapping, but with the honor, dignity, and even the value of the teaching assistant team. How much you loved him before, you are so disappointed with him now."
"This is not something that can be settled with just confession." Hilda's gloomy expression interface: "Repentance only requires one cross, while forgiveness requires three nails and one cross."