"Welcome to all teachers and students of Tunghai University."
Beside the school gate, a bus slowly stopped. Several teachers had already stepped forward to greet the bus. They stretched out their hands to the leading teacher on the bus and said, "Teacher Wang, long time no see."
Everyone expressed emotion.
It has been more than a year since they last met, but it seems like yesterday.
"Teacher Zhang, I won't say any polite words. You haven't eaten yet, right? Come on, let's all come together."
The teacher is in front and the students are behind. A group of people are walking on the tree-lined path outside the cafeteria, talking and laughing.
The people headed by Dongdong students approached the chairman of the welcoming team, and the two started a simple yet solemn exchange about the school: "Senior, look, in front of you is the memorial forest of our school. There have been many memorials in the past.
A young honorary alumnus sent a plant and it was planted here.”
"Every time the students pass by here, they not only learn about the spirit contained in the plants, but also dig into the diligent attitude and spirit of our principal for a long time..."
Some people are happy to indulge in the interactions brought about by status, but others are accustomed to their original rhythm of life and are often bored by some empty and boring forms.
Qi Lingling is such a person.
She has listened to too many meaningless exchanges since she got off the car.
"As you can see..."
The previous topic extended to the school spirit, as if he wanted to express the strict discipline of his school, but Qi Lingling saw a student in the forest actually jumped onto the school wall and fell directly from the top.
“I have to mention here that our school’s management of students is absolutely successful (pause) and comprehensive!”
Bang bang bang bang...
The sound came again along with the clapping, and the corners of Qi Lingling's eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times.
What kind of simple folk customs is Donghai No. 3 Middle School?
But who is that guy? Why does this back figure give me an inexplicable sense of familiarity?
Qi Lingling fell into deep thought.
"Um?"
On the other side, Gao Yi, who landed on the ground, recalled the look behind him. He seemed to have been seen just now?
"Isn't it someone from Tunghai University?"
He had just found out the issue of the reading material and was about to go out to take a look, but he happened to bump into the Tunghai University team.
After thinking about it, Gao Yi felt that the problem was not big, so he hurried to the market.
Half an hour passed, and Qi Lingling was finally out of the company of the dining table. At this time, Qi Lingling was standing outside the cafeteria, waiting left and right. What was waiting was not her companions inside, but a large crowd of people from No. 3 Middle School.
Qi Lingling stepped aside in surprise. Looking at the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but think of her past. At that time, the family was very strict and they didn't give much living expenses at all. She only focused on practicing micro-exercises and completely ignored the nutrients her body needed.
She looked at herself.
Well, except for the innate height, everything else is full of regrets...
"Hello sister!"
A pretty girl in school uniform said hello: "Are you a senior from Tunghai University?"
"Yes."
Qi Lingling's gentleness hides paranoia.
Go ahead... don't leave any regrets like my senior sister...
etc.
Looking at the little girl walking away, Qi Lingling suddenly felt fragments of memories flashing through her mind like lightning!
Under the illumination of the lava fire, a figure slowly turned around... The girl waved, and a terrifying heat flow suddenly surged... "The gate has appeared! Let's go!"...
White teeth.
Qi Lingling raised her forehead.
I seem to be a little unclear between dreams and reality, and I actually have an illusion that I seem to have seen this sister.
But that was not the only thing that puzzled her.
"And guess what?"
"Hey! Soon enough, I grabbed the clip and pulled it out like a vegetable. It danced like a tiger in my hand, just like that! Look at it,
Just beat a piece of glass as big as a teaching building into pieces..."
Qi Lingling looked at the four people passing by her with suspicion. One of them was still talking nonstop, but the other two were not happy.
"Can you stop talking about your Goba dream?"
"I haven't finished speaking yet..."
Allen was so immersed in editing that he didn't pay attention to the inexplicable cold atmosphere around him. The classmate who originally listened to his bragging realized something was wrong and immediately patted him.
"A senior is looking at me? It's impossible, right?"
Allen pretended to glance casually, and suddenly his body shook: "Aba...Aba Aba..."
Qi Lingling walked over, obviously about the same height as these boys, but with a pressure from the age level: "Hello, you guys."
"Um, hello, senior sister."
Mr. Qian and Lao Luo looked at each other and nodded quickly to say hello, but they found that the latter's eyes had been fixed on Allen, and they couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Did the content in the dream just now really happen from your perspective?" Qi Lingling said "kindly".
"Yes or no!"
Allen was just about to agree, but as if he sensed the murderous intention in the dark, he immediately changed his mind: "It was someone else. It was someone else's operation. It has nothing to do with me!"
"So what do you think of her performance?"
At this time, Qi Lingling arched her eyebrows.
"Uh, that's a good fight... a great fight!"
Allen could only give a general answer, but found that the former seemed to still have something to say, and quickly poked his companion with his elbow.
“Nice work!”
"Good job!"
After getting a detailed understanding of the various descriptions of the dream just now, Qi Lingling let them go. Looking at the backs of several junior students as if they were running for their lives, she gently lifted her chin.
"Things suddenly became interesting. I actually had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu with several strangers, and we actually had a very similar dream, but we played different roles..."
Qi Lingling's strategy thoughts began to move rapidly, and some dream memories that had not disappeared began to appear in her mind in turn. Perhaps even Gao Yi did not expect that some of the parties involved had mental powers that were different from ordinary people.
exist.
These people are either gifted or have excellent training, and the results are often reflected in their superior memory or thinking ability. If we use a systematic term, it is mental power that is above the average level.
"I've been skeptical about things in the past..."
Qi Lingling stood in the crowd, but seemed out of place with the surrounding background: "But she always used the rhetoric that everyone believed in to convince herself, don't pursue it, don't fall into it, but..."
"If some of what happened is true."
"Then this world...is it very different from what we usually know?"