Random quick travel: The paranoid male god wants to force love again

After a long day of traveling and traveling, Jiang Miao put the doll in the closet and went into the bathroom.

He took off his clothes one by one, and his waist suddenly felt cold.

It was as if a pair of hands were hugging him from behind.

Jiang Miao was shocked and looked back stiffly, but found nothing.

The small bathroom was brightly lit and there was no hiding place.

It's just that the small window on the upper right was not closed, and the cold wind from outside blew in. The windows were blown, which was enough to show how strong the wind was outside.

It turned out to be just the wind.

Jiang Miao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and stood on tiptoes to close it.

However, he didn't put much effort and the window was closed.

Jiang Miao looked at his hands a little confused.

Is he so strong?

It closes with just a slight touch?

Jiang Miao shook her head, stripped off her clothes neatly, and started washing herself.

To be brave, he asked the voice assistant to play a song.

Jiang Miao hummed while washing.

The white bubbles wrapped her hair. Jiang Miao found it a bit fun, so she simply blew the bubbles or squeezed the bubbles into various shapes on the top of her head.

Then he looked at himself in the mirror, felt funny and funny, and laughed.

Ha ha……

At that moment, Jiang Miao heard a chuckle that was not his own.

And the laughter was very ethereal, as if there was no breath, but it was very close, as if... behind him.

Jiang Miao swallowed, trembling with fear, and quickly ran under the shower, washed herself quickly, put on her nightgown in a hurry, and prepared to walk out of the bathroom.

But his feet slipped, and with a bang, his forehead hit the door panel hard. The pain made him gasp, cover his forehead, and ran out in panic, rushed into the bedroom, and went straight to the bed.

Jiang Miao buried herself completely in the quilt.

I shivered for a long time, but there was no movement.

He was stunned and began to doubt his own judgment, so he poked his head out bit by bit, his beautiful eyes rolling. After eliminating the danger, he boldly came out to change into pajamas and blow-dry his hair.

After doing this, he took his mobile phone and lay on the bed to play.

While playing, I fell asleep.

The videos on the phone are still playing.

Suddenly, a snowflake appeared on the screen, and after a few sizzling sounds, the phone jumped to the music player software, and an old song "You at the Same Desk" began to play.

Familiar melody and familiar lyrics quietly entered Jiang Miao's dream.

……

As soon as Jiang Miao opened her eyes, she saw that she was at the gate of a school.

The artistic words "Haicheng No. [-] Senior High School" above the head are eye-catching.

Students in uniform green and white uniforms entered the school continuously from the outside. Some of them were in groups, talking and laughing.

At this time, the school's loudspeaker began to play "You at the Same Desk".

Jiang Miao looked down at her outfit and was slightly startled.

He seems to be a student of this school.

He remembered that the original high school student seemed to have attended this school.

But why did he suddenly go back to his high school days?

Could it be that System 777 is using the time retrieval function again?

While he was deep in thought, someone suddenly came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Zhao Qingmiao, class is about to begin, why don't you go in?"

"I..." Jiang Miao looked at the strange yet familiar boy in front of her and was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"Are you still looking for the person who has been following you these past few days?"

"The person following me?" Jiang Miao repeated without reacting immediately.

"That's right. Didn't you say that you feel like someone has been following you every day recently? You also said that you want to arrest him and hand him over to the police. How about that? You haven't found him yet?"

Hearing what he said, Jiang Miao found those long-lasting memories from the depths of the original owner's memory.

When the original owner was a freshman in high school, he always felt like someone was following him, going to and from school, every day.

But that person never seemed to do anything to him.

There didn't seem to be any ill intent.

But the original owner never found him.