"That classmate, hello! It's just you, what are you doing standing there? Sit down!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't respond. He coughed twice, and Chen Ge came back to his senses. Sit back immediately.
"Dude, what are you doing?" The round-faced little fat man secretly asked Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't say a word, and kept his eyes on Zhang Ya on the podium.
"Xicheng Private College was closed six years ago, and Zhang Ya died a year before the closure. Calculate the time, if there is no such thing, she should be like this at the age of 25."
Being stared at by Chen Ge, the female teacher on the podium smiled at him, and then looked at the other students.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge forced himself to calm down. He hid the backpack under the table and secretly opened it to check the contents.
Nothing else has changed, only Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook "runs" out of the mezzanine and is pressed on top of everything.
The middle-aged man left, Zhang Ya started her first class, and Chen Ge, who was sitting by the wall, quietly opened Zhang Ya's storybook.
Inside the blood-red cover are blank pages, all the bloody horror stories are gone, and the words written in blood seem to have never appeared.
"When you enter the world behind the door of Fang Yu, all the words on the story book seem to have disappeared. What is the real function of this book? Why does every time you enter the world behind the door, all the words in blood on the book disappear? They go where?"
"When I just opened the door, I felt as if I fell into a sea of blood and almost suffocated to death. Fortunately, a pair of hands grabbed me."
"I remember that there was a strange man's voice at that time, as if asking me why I came in to find him. Is the owner of this voice Yu Jian?"
Chen Ge's mind was a little confused, he was lying on the desk, pillowed on the storybook that ordinary people will die if touched, and even red clothes are afraid.
"I have to sort out my thoughts. The world behind this door is too special, and the probability that the fetus is hidden here is very high."
Picking up the pen on the table, Chen Ge wrote on the blank note: "The school and the buildings outside the school are all scenes in my memory, so far, there are two people around me who are only in my memory. Some people. I have no impression of most of the remaining students. It was the first time I saw the middle-aged man who brought Zhang Ya here. It can be seen that the general framework of the world is based on my memory, but it also includes Another person's memory."
The memories of different people are intertwined into a common world. Chen Ge has seen such a situation before, and that is the psychic ghost school.
The ghost school, which was originally just an ordinary three-star scene, constantly absorbed the memories of the students, constantly integrated the scene, and finally transformed into a four-star.
But the difference between the world behind the door and the psychic ghost school is that the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere is not felt here. If Chen Ge hadn't clearly remembered that he opened the door, I'm afraid he would have thought it was at the door. somewhere outside.
Everything is too real to be exactly the same in reality.
"I seem to have overlooked something important. Now I know too few clues, so I can only focus on Zhang Ya and the math class representatives..." Chen Ge was carefully listing the known information in his notebook and preparing for the next step, when he suddenly found a classroom in the classroom. It was quiet, all the classmates seemed to be looking at themselves.
The hand supporting his head was slowly put down, Chen Ge looked to his side, and a faint fragrance floated from the tip of his nose.
"Listen to the class well." Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Ge, tapped Chen Ge with the book in her hand, and then left.
Looking at Zhang Ya's back, Chen Ge touched the place where Zhang Ya had just knocked on it. The woman in front of him overlapped with the woman in his mind, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
A class passed quickly, and Chen Ge did nothing but watch the teacher: "If I really have Zhang Ya as a teacher in high school, the college entrance examination score is estimated to be 100% higher."
"You can pull it down, the class is over, you didn't even take out the textbook." The round-faced little fat man covered his face: "Wake up, brother, stop dreaming, and study occasionally."
"You don't understand, it's not me who is really dreaming." Chen Ge left his seat with his backpack and ran after him. He knew it was not good to shout the teacher's name in the corridor, so he ran to the new teacher on purpose: "Zhang Ya ?"
Hearing the voice, Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and looked at Chen Ge: "You want to call me teacher, is there something wrong?"
"You really don't remember me?" Chen Ge wanted to test it out. The world behind the door was formed based on the memory of the person who pushed the door. Those who were formed by memory would definitely remember the person who pushed the door.
"I remember you." Zhang Ya looked at Chen Ge very seriously, and suddenly her expression changed: "You are the guy who didn't listen well in class just now and painted in my class."
"Painting?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya in front of him. He didn't know what he looked like in Zhang Ya's eyes at this moment. Maybe the other party really forgot about him: "I was writing something."
Taking out the storybook from his backpack, Chen Ge flipped it in front of Zhang Ya: "Do you have any impressions?"
"Is this the outline of the novel you wrote?" Zhang Ya was a little surprised.
"Why are you talking about writing novels again?" No matter what Chen Ge said, Zhang Ya just treated him like an interesting big boy, with a smile on his face all the time.
"Go back to class. I support the interest of writing novels, but don't affect your studies."
Zhang Ya in front of her has lost her youthful appearance, she is mature and gentle, and people can't help but want to get close.
"You really treat me like a child." Chen Ge reluctantly retracted the storybook.
"Isn't it?" Zhang Ya, who looked very calm in a suit and skirt, inadvertently showed a very cute expression.
"You are the teacher listening to you, I'm going back to class." Chen Ge walked towards the classroom with his backpack, halfway through, he looked back again, Zhang Ya entered the office alone: "It turns out that Zhang Ya laughs like this The appearance is completely different from usual, and the beauty is a bit foul."
Glancing at his own shadow, Chen Ge sighed softly: "I finally came across an opportunity to bully Zhang Ya, but I didn't expect that she was still a teacher. It's too difficult for me."
Back in the classroom, Chen Ge didn't listen to the class at all. He used his Yin pupil to observe the town outside from his seat.
This is indeed Liwan Town, but it is completely different from the chaotic and crazy Liwan in his memory. The folk customs are simple and everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. Not to mention the unborn child, he does not even perceive the slightest negative emotion.
"Is this place the same as the psychic ghost school, where day and night are two extremes?"
"The classmate by the window, please come up and answer this question on the blackboard." A male teacher's voice came from the podium.
Chen Ge also respected each other very much. After standing up, he glanced at the blackboard, and then shouted loudly, "I won't."