The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Question [-], what should I do if someone wants to take action on my child? The answer is naturally—retire!"

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No.?chapter wake up

As if at the bottom of a cold lake, even breathing is as difficult as being strangled by someone's neck. I can't open my eyes, and I can vaguely feel the existence of light, but in a far away, far away, unreachable place .

The dark abyss - that's the best way to describe where I am now.

So, am I already dead?

Trying to struggle, I found that my consciousness seemed to be falling all the time, even if I stretched out my hand, I couldn't touch anything.

Wu Ye——

"..." It seems that someone is calling my name, who is it?

Wu Ye couldn't open his eyes, but he found that the light in the distance seemed to be brighter.

Wu Ye——

"..." That's right, someone is calling my name. Although I don't know who you are, please notice that I am here.

Wu also tried to make a sound to call for help.

Wu Ye——

"..." The voice is getting closer and closer, and I have to cheer up.

Wu Ye struggled hard, gurgling—the lake water seemed to be pouring into his lungs, and it became difficult to breathe, and the depressive sensations around him seemed to be crushed by him.

However, I can't just give up like this, I still have things that must be done...!

Faith is the only support after reaching the limit. Even if the sight cannot be caught and the hands cannot be touched, you must grit your teeth and move forward.

Struggling hard in the bottomless dark abyss, Wu Ye always felt that his life, which was like a candle in the wind, was on the verge of extinction at this moment, like a humble soul trembling on the edge of a cliff, he was finally approaching the place of light.

Wu Ye——

Yes, someone is calling his name, you have to respond, you have to persevere, you have to, you have to live, because I have made an appointment with her and them, I must... yes ……must……

Eh?Strange...Speaking of which, I——what am I working so hard for?I think... I can't think of it, what is it that I have to accomplish...

Although he embraced the light before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, Wu Ye seemed to feel that he had forgotten something important, very, very important...

"Wu Ye? Hey, Wu Ye—"

"Well?"

The eyes can be opened, the high and far sky reveals a clear blue, the smell of soil floats through the tip of the nose, and the swaying green grass reveals the emerald green of life.

The breath of spring has already covered the whole land, lying on the soft grass, Wu Ye stared at the sky blankly, the voice next to his ear rang again, this time it sounded a little impatient.

"Wu Ye, hey, are you listening to me seriously?"

The girl forcefully turned Takeya's face with her hand, and her eyes met. Even if she was wearing an unfamiliar school uniform, he would never mistake that face: "Reimu?"

It is no longer a monotonous red and white maiden uniform, but an orthodox sailor uniform and pleated skirt. Although Reimu's airport is as hopeless as ever, the youthful appearance makes Takeya shine.

"What does that look mean? You guys are thinking about something rude, right? To me!"

Staring at Takeya fiercely, Reimu slowly began to exert force with both hands.

"Aches, aches, aches!!"

Pain is the best medicine for recovery, and Wu Ye immediately bounced off the ground.Breaking free from Reimu's hands, he asked reflexively, "Bastard Miko! It hurts like hell!"

"Witch?" Lingmeng frowned, with a worried look on her face: "Takeya, are you sleepy? Why have you been acting strangely since just now?"

"No, I..."

Just as Wu Ye wanted to say something, he found that his brain was empty, as if he had forgotten something, and as if nothing had happened, his brain just followed the instinct of his body and asked subconsciously: "I, am I still alive? "

"What?"

Lingmeng twitched the corners of her mouth, showing a helpless expression, sighed and said: "It seems that it's not that you fell asleep, but that you were beaten stupid? Idiot Takeya, how many times have I told you, don't go to the third grade Why do you always refuse to listen to your seniors when you fight?"

"Fight, me?" Wu Ye asked, pointing at himself in astonishment, he didn't expect to do such a thing... Sure enough, something was wrong, and there... there was a subtle sense of disobedience.

"Otherwise, who else could be so weak, yet still want to compete with that tyrant? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Reimu's scolding was very merciless, and she seemed to want to hurt a few more words, but seeing Wu Ye's sluggish performance, she became a little hesitant to speak.

"Hey, are you all right, you?"

A slightly worried expression appeared on Reimu's face again, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Takeya, and didn't take it back until the other party responded.

"Ah, um, it's okay." Wu Ye's answer even felt perfunctory to himself.

"Really..." Lingmeng glanced at Wu Ye suspiciously, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "But don't worry, although you were shamefully taught by others, we will never That's all."

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Wu Ye looked at Lingmeng and asked.

"Of course," Lingmeng said in an exaggerated tone, "Although the people who bully us, even seniors, won't forget it so easily. I have already told Senior Zi to ask her to negotiate with the other party."

"Purple?!" Hearing this name, Wu Ye seemed to think of something, and some unrememberable images flashed through his mind quickly. He grabbed Reimu's shoulder and asked as if praying: "Purple Is she here!"

"This, isn't this natural? Today is not a holiday," Wu Ye's violent reaction seemed to scare Reimu a little, and she was stunned for a while before she felt that her hands on her shoulders were getting harder and harder: "Hey, it hurts a bit, idiot , let go quickly."