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Of course I know this junior high school.

Moral Education Junior High School, my sister and I both attended this middle school. Basically, students in this area either study Moral Education or another junior high school affiliated with Minqing Foreign Studies University. Here are the public schools divided by photo zones. Minwai Affiliated High School has more foreign language advantages, and moral education is a comprehensive junior high school. The decision for further education depends entirely on the high school entrance examination results.

The girl is a classmate of my younger sister in junior high school, and of course she also studied in junior high school here.

This place is not much different from the school she remembered. Unlike the elementary school, it has been greatly changed. Several buildings have been renovated and new buildings have been added.

I feel unfamiliar with this place. There is a big difference between here and when I was studying. The main teaching building is not the same building. The original small beige building has become a large brick-red building.

The girl passed through the iron gate and entered the school directly. Familiarly, she first visited the class where she graduated.

The blackboard poster at the back of the class is very simple, just some slogans for the sprint for the high school entrance examination. It seems that it has been there for a long time, and the handwriting is a bit blurry.

Except for the blackboard, everything else in the classroom has been cleaned and is almost spotless.

This kind of classroom felt strange to her, and so did I.

Still, she sat in the window seat for a while. That was her old seat. When she turned her head, she could see the playground outside the window, and further away, the residential building next to her.

Memories came to her mind.

There was one where she sat in the classroom and looked out and was called on by the teacher; there was one where she saw people on the playground having physical education classes; there was also the residential building over there, where she once saw a figure on the balcony, standing there with her. Same, looking at the students in physical education class on the playground...

The girl suddenly felt as if she had been tapped on the shoulder. When she turned her head, she did not see her familiar deskmate, only an empty classroom.

She lowered her eyes, stood up from her seat, pushed her chair under the desk, and left the classroom.

She went to the school library and found a youth novel on the novel bookshelf. She flipped through several pages and discovered the notes faintly drawn with pencil on it and the little love drawn next to it. Those are the traces she left behind.

Putting the book back, she went to the music classroom again. She had rehearsed and practiced her music here. This time it's not a world famous song, but a pop music. This time, she played the entire song, humming softly as she did so.

After the song ended, the music classroom became quiet, with no applause or praise from good friends.

She was in a daze again, and the loneliness and panic of not knowing what to do struck her again.

After a moment, she stood up and rushed out without even packing up the piano.

When she ran out of the back door of the school, she saw the graduation photos posted on the corridor.

I was surprised because in these graduation photos, the class I was studying in was also included. I stopped in front of that photo, looking at those unfamiliar or familiar faces, and felt a lot.

The girl didn't look at it for a long time. She just stopped for a moment and then continued running forward.

I was pulled by her and floated over quickly.

She ran for a long time before stopping out of breath. Looking around, she slowed down and walked in one direction.

I waited for the bus at the bus stop and took the bus for fifteen minutes. After getting off the bus, I walked for another five minutes and found a high school.

Minqing Senior High School is a key school in the city. It is on par with the No. 18 Middle School that my sister attends. They are both schools based on the admission rate. It is not the best high school in Minqing, nor is it a unique school.

The girl stood at the school gate for a long time before entering the school and wandering around.

This time, I didn't feel much of her memory. She was just walking in the teaching building, her mind empty. As she walked, her steps slowed down, and tears streaked down her cheeks.

She doesn't have much memory of this place.

During the three years of high school, I was busy taking piano exams and participating in a competition. Then I was preparing for the college entrance examination. I kept studying, studying, and studying again...

Did her high school classmates play with her? I don't think we've ever hung out together. When we were at school, we would chat, and they talked about the TV series... What was the name of that TV series?

She can't remember...

The girl's footsteps stopped.

She stood in the corridor for a long time, crying quietly.

The review of life should end here.

Her review of life ends here.

Her life was also coming to an end.

The girl burst into tears again, this time with tears welling up, but no sound came out.

I sympathized with her, but there was nothing I could do. I didn't know how I could help her, I couldn't even communicate with her. I've already tried this. She couldn't see or hear me.

After crying for a while, she sobbed, like a lost child, and left the high school aggrievedly and walked home.

She walked through the door and entered her home. What she saw were several talismans taped to the door of her room, almost completely covering the door. The red talisman looks weird.

Her parents were not at home. There is no one at home.

She stared at the door for a long time, then walked over and lightly touched the talisman.

Nothing happened.

The girl waved her hand and tore off all the talisman papers.

The door of the room was also pushed open by her.

The laptop was still on the ground, and the screen was bent due to the fall.

The cell phone she left on the ground last night was still there.

She picked up her phone, found the charging cable from her luggage bag, and charged it.

The screen lights up and the phone is turned on.

The first thing that pops up is a lot of information.

Mainly the information about that classmate group. The group of girls decided to expand the group of members for this trip, not only their junior high school classmates, but also their high school classmates, so that they could form a group.

The girl probably felt a twitch in her heart, a stinging pain.

She immediately exited the chat program, closed the program from the background, and browsed the web page on her phone. She was waiting for it to be over.

I watched the news for most of the day, including current affairs, society, gossip and entertainment...

She saw the new news from Goddess Yan. A video of Goddess Yan playing the piano for fans at a meet-and-greet automatically played.

After watching the video, the girl looked at the ladylike elegance of Goddess Yan with some envy.

She reached out and touched her short hair.

As her fingers slid down, I saw her short hair grow longer.

The girl was stunned, touched her hair, and threw the phone aside.

Her hair has indeed grown longer, and her hairstyle is the long, flowing hair of Goddess Yan.

She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, but there was no sign of her in the mirror.

She was a little frustrated, and when she touched her hair, it turned into short hair again.

She stood in front of the mirror for a long time and I saw her hair growing longer again. This time her hair hung down to her waist, which was longer than that of Goddess Yan. She herself also saw the tail of her hair hanging down.

She was a little surprised and a little happy.

Turning around, she returned to her bedroom and went to get pen and paper, but she still couldn't leave a message.

She stared at the pen and paper for a long time, then tore off the paper from the note and placed them on the ground one by one, as if trying to spell out a word.

I only saw a slanted straight line. As she continued, the first piece of paper burned strangely. In an instant, those papers were all burned up by the green will-o'-the-wisp.

The girl screamed in fright.

I was also surprised.

At this moment, I felt the Yin Qi emerging from the girl's body. This is definitely not a good sign!

Good night everyone~