Chapter 1 No Preparation
No. 7 Middle School, school is eight o'clock sharp, evening self-study time.
A pair of clear eyes quietly looked at the quiet learning atmosphere in the classroom, full of complex feelings.
Looking slightly to one side, he looked at the slogan hanging on the wall.
“No matter how hard or tiring you are, never fall behind; no matter how difficult or dangerous you are, never give up.”
"One more point in the exam and kill a thousand people."
"If you can't fight dad, why don't you fight yourself."
On both sides of the blackboard, the red pennant of the hygiene demonstration class hangs on the left , a sign on the right saying '106 days until the college entrance examination'.
Looked down at his school badge.
Liang Xingyang, a senior student at No. 7 Middle School.
This is his identity after time travel.
Unsurprisingly, we discovered that the two of them had the same name.
He did not inherit all the memories of the original owner, but found that his own memories became extremely clear. All the memories in my mind became clear, no matter how big or small.
At this time, Liang Xingyang confirmed the fact that he had traveled through time.
"Your grandpa, I finally passed the exam from the mountains, and I took the college entrance examination again."
Although he was complaining in his heart, Liang Xingyang was still a little bit excited.
In my last life, I was a kid from the mountains, and it took a lot of effort to get out of the mountains.
Because my grandfather, who I depended on for my life, passed away, I was unable to perform well and was only admitted to the general undergraduate program, which I regretted for a long time.
Although time travel happened to him, he did not feel sad at all.
As a lone wolf with no relatives to cherish, in which world is it different?
There are only more than a hundred days left before the college entrance examination, but Liang Xingyang feels that he still has a chance to get into Qingbei.
After all, not everyone has the opportunity to travel through time, not to mention that his extremely clear memory gave him such ambition.
When Liang Xingyang excitedly took out a pen and paper and carefully planned a study plan on the paper, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and some broken memories appeared in his mind.
"Terminally ill! What a joke."
Liang Xingyang's eyes were about to burst, and he actually inherited a body that was not going to die soon.
This was unacceptable to him.
In my memory, the original owner was an orphan who came out of an orphanage, and he went to No. 7 Middle School after a lot of hard work.
Until one day when he went for a checkup because he felt unwell, he was pronounced terminally ill in the hospital and could not accept it. He cried and despaired.
Either fear, or lack of comfort and support from his family, he became desperate during the long wait, and the repressed fear in his heart swallowed him up. The original owner chose to take sleeping pills to end his life.
Because I don’t want no one to know or care about me even if I die.
It was in this classroom that he left.
Knowing everything, Liang Xingyang's eyes seemed to be able to swallow all light.
Both of them had very similar experiences. They gave up many comfortable choices in order to fight against fate, but his situation was a little better than his. He still missed his grandfather in his heart.
"Ho ho."
This desperate message made Liang Xingyang upset, as if a shadow was hanging over him. Forcefully tear the pages of the half-written study plan into pieces.
Since you don't have much time, you have to plan how to arrange your remaining time and do things you don't dare to do.
Of course, the law is always the premise and bottom line that cannot be broken.
Suddenly, Liang Xingyang’s thoughts were interrupted by an exaggerated exclamation from the classmate next to him.
"Holy shit, where did you get this photo? Why didn't I find it?" said the classmate next to him.
After all, it is evening self-study time. Everyone is keeping quiet to study by themselves. If you are so noisy, it is easy to disturb others.
Liang Xingyang looked over dissatisfied, wanting to remind the classmate, but out of the corner of his eye he saw an extremely disturbing mobile phone photo.
Twenty or so vague figures hang on the security windows, like dried bacon, hanging in a dense row.
Especially the eyes of those corpses were wide open, and the corners of their eyes seemed to be split open. The eyeballs were filled with a lot of bloodshot eyes, full of fear, and they didn't know what they had experienced before they died.
Liang Xingyang took a closer look. Apart from being frightened and uneasy, he was also stunned on the spot.
There was a vague guess in his heart, but it was elusive, making him fall into deep thought.
This scene seems to have appeared in my memory. Although the memory is now very clear, I still haven't grasped the important clues in a short period of time.
He needs to know more information to deduce the truth.
"It is also a 9-year compulsory obligation. Why are you so good?"
"Yang Jian, we all went to a cram school, you can't learn from it."
Right.
Yang Jian.
A moment.
Liang Xingyang solved the case. He also read online articles and knew that Yang Jian was the protagonist in "Mysterious Resurrection". When a trace of pride filled his heart, his eyes suddenly widened, and he mysteriously revived? Isn't there a ghost? The incident involving the knocker at No. 7 Middle School was a horrific disaster that destroyed the entire school and left only eight students alive.
Impossible.
How could fiction become reality.
No precautions at all.
Liang Xingyang was in disbelief when he saw the school badge on Yang Jian's chest, Yang Jian, a senior student in No. 7 Middle School.
Yang Jian and I became classmates and were about to experience a ghost knocking on the door incident.
The novel really became reality.
The knocker is coming.
There was a huge wave in my heart.
"I want to leave here right away." Liang Xingyang suddenly jumped up from his seat and murmured.
The unusual behavior attracted the attention of the whole class.
"Do you want to take everyone out of here? No, they won't believe what I say, they will just treat me as a madman. If I stay to explain everything, even I won't be able to leave in the end, which makes no sense. "Liang Xingyang thought for a while and said to himself.
Liang Xingyang ran away decisively without even bothering to pick up his schoolbag.
Just as he walked out of the door, he noticed something unusual about the light outside.
It was too dark. Although it was not so dark that I could not see my fingers, he was still the first to notice the problem. The street lights on the campus seemed to have failed and became very dim.
Is it caused by insufficient power, or is the knocker already approaching?
Liang Xingyang was shocked and confused.
"Liang Xingyang, what are you doing here!" A loud shout came from behind.
"Did you know that you came out during evening self-study time and violated the discipline?"
The head teacher, Mr. Wang, stared at Liang Xingyang coldly, wondering why this usually well-behaved student suddenly violated the discipline abnormally.
Especially when Zhou Zheng, the big shot next to me, sees me, will he think that I am not good at discipline?
He felt that he had lost face, so he said angrily: "Go back to the classroom quickly and write another three thousand words of self-reflection and give it to me."
Liang Xingyang turned around when he heard this. His face was very calm, as if he was not the one who wanted to write a self-criticism.
The first thing he noticed at first glance was the middle-aged man next to Teacher Wang. He was wearing a gray windbreaker, tightly wrapped around his body. His face was extremely thin, almost skin and bones. However, the belly was bulging high, like a beer belly full of fat.
The middle-aged man gave Liang Xingyang a strange and unknown strong feeling.
It was exactly the same feeling that Zhang Wei had after seeing the scary photos on his phone.
"Could this person be Zhou Zheng, the person in charge of Dachang City, Interpol, codenamed Gui Ying, who will give us a lecture next?" Liang Xingyang thought to himself.
Hey!
Those who control ghosts are terminally ill.
Liang Xingyang put the two together in an instant, and his dark eyes flashed with a light of hope.
Although at this time he was disappointed to find that according to the plot, Zhou Zheng was here, the knocker was not far away, and he could no longer leave the school.
But it doesn't matter, his terminal illness seems to be cured.
New author, mysterious recovery fanfic.
(End of this chapter)