Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mi was stunned when he heard this.

haven't seen you for a long time?

This is not something that someone would say when they meet for the first time.

So, Jiang Mi thought, the ghost behind him might have seen him somewhere, or...he had seen him before he was alive.

The stronger the ghost spirit, the heavier the resentment and the deeper the obsession, and it will never be a good thing.

"Have we met?"

Jiang Mi asked with red eyes.

"of course."

A ray of black air appeared in front of Jiang Mi from top to bottom, lingering in the thick night, and then spread out, finally showing a hazy silhouette.

Jiang Mi frowned and looked at it carefully, but he didn't think of similar people in his memory.

The black air gradually faded, and the covered figure of the man became clearer, revealing a thin chin and light-colored lips.

"Jiang Mi, do you remember me?"

The ghost evoked a slight smile, Jiang Mi's dazed expression was reflected in his clear eyes, and he stood still in front of Jiang Mi.

It is not so much standing as it is floating.

Supported by ghost energy, he doesn't need to stand at all.

The ghost's figure was very strange, but there was a faint familiarity between his eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Mi is fairly good at remembering people's faces. He frowned to identify them, but after a while, his throat became stagnant, and his words were full of hesitation.

"You... used to be in the same high school as me..."

But I can't remember that name, it's probably because the person in my memory is too inconspicuous, and Jiang Mi hasn't had much dealings with that person.

"Cheng Zhan."

The young man surrounded by ghosts in front of him spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Jiang Mi paused.

... Cheng Zhan?

The name was like a switch, and many things that he thought he was about to forget poured in at this moment.

Jiang Micai was an abandoned child when he first came to this mission world.

At that time, thinking was closed and the development of information technology was backward. Many people were afraid of Jiang Mi's congenital gray-black eyes, suspicious of something unknown, and suspected that it was an incurable disease.

Jiang Mi, who had been homeless for several days, was later adopted by an expert in ghost hunting, who is now his late master.

The master understands that Jiang Mi's yin and yang eyes are unique, but they are also the main source of disasters.

Most of the yin and yang eyes either die in depression, or are haunted by ghosts and ghosts, which are difficult to get rid of.

But fortunately, the master who adopted Jiang Mi is an expert, taught Jiang Mi to learn magic weapons, made good use of his own abilities, and continued to work in a new way in the ghost hunting business.

The master was never married and had no children all his life, and only had Jiang Mi as his apprentice.

Teaching Jiang Mi to catch ghosts is one thing, but on the other hand, Jiang Mi's studies have never left him behind.

From elementary school to junior high school to senior high school, Master has always advised Jiang Mi to study hard.

It may also be a prediction that in the rapidly developing future society, ghost hunting can no longer be regarded as the main business, and feudal superstition will also be something that others denounce.

So Jiang Mi has been studying in school since childhood, and because of the original memory, not only has excellent grades, but also does a good job in dealing with people.

Jiang Mi went to high school in the small county where Master lived.

The development of that area is not bad.

After so many years, Jiang Mi’s gray-black left eye has always been explained to the outside world as heterochromia. Although it is rare, it is not a big problem. Teachers and classmates are also used to Jiang Mi’s gray-black left eye, and they no longer regard it as a disease. What's up.

Jiang Mi was in high school when he was a teenager. He was good-looking and taller than most of his classmates.

And because the master doesn't want Jiang Mi to practice ghost hunting every day and be withdrawn and withdrawn, he always hopes that Jiang Mi can have more fun outside and participate in social activities.

So in order not to worry Master, Jiang Mi formed the first official basketball school team in their high school after getting the teacher's approval.

At that time, Jiang Mi had a strong appeal. Jiang Mi would always take a group of people out to play basketball, take a group of people out to play, and so on.

The first time I dealt with Cheng Zhan, it was half a year after Cheng Zhan was in high school, and Cheng Zhan had a car accident at that time.

But fortunately, there was no serious injury in that car accident, but the foot bone was slightly broken, and he needed to rest in the hospital for a period of time.

Jiang Mi’s former high school class was relatively united, and the class teacher cared about the students, so Jiang Mi, who was the monitor of the class, was sent to buy some things with the class fee to visit the students.

Before that, Jiang Mi and Cheng Chan hadn't had much contact.

During adolescence, Cheng Zhan developed relatively late, and his figure was much thinner and shriveled than his peers, and his stature was also a bit short. He was always alone, and neither participated in school activities nor socialized much.

Jiang Mi and his classmates always go to play basketball in a hurry, and Cheng Zhan runs away with a big schoolbag on his back expressionlessly, and the two of them pass by.

On the day of the visit, Jiang Mi arrived at the hospital on an old-fashioned Phoenix bicycle, carrying a canvas bag and a fruit basket he bought.

Regarding the ward number, the head teacher had already told him.

Jiang Mi was carrying a huge fruit basket, and after asking the little nurse for directions, he went there.

He pushed open the door of the ward, which was a four-person ward.

The other three beds were all occupied by patients, and the innermost bed was closed with a curtain.

The window outside was wide open, and it was evening again, the sky was shining brightly in the distance, and the breeze gently stirred the white bed curtain.

Jiang Mi stepped forward and opened the curtain.

There was a person lying on the hospital bed behind the curtain, dressed in hospital clothes, with a pale complexion, his right foot was wrapped in gauze and hung there, when he heard someone pull the curtain, he turned his head wearily.

He looked very thin, with thin arms and thin legs.

Jiang Mi took a look and was sure it was a classmate in his class.

Jiang Mi laughed, and was about to say hello, but somehow his mind got stuck, and he suddenly couldn't remember the name of the classmate in front of him.

Fortunately, Jiang Mi remembered that there was a blessing card in the fruit basket, on which the classmate's name was written. Jiang Mi glanced at the card with some guilt, and then continued to smile, "Hello, Cheng Zhan, I am with I came to visit you with the greetings of the whole class, this is a gift from us."

As he spoke, the classmate on the hospital bed turned his head expressionlessly, as if he didn't notice Jiang Mi's small movements, lowered his eyes, and stared indifferently at the white quilt covering his body.

Jiang Mi didn't care, and put the fruit basket on the bedside table.

It was obviously wrong to put down the gift and leave, so Jiang Mi dragged a wooden bench and sat by the bed, ready to chat with the injured classmate.

Seeing how thin this injured classmate looks, it may be that his nutrition has not kept up.

After thinking about it, Jiang Mi took out a box of high-calcium milk from the canvas bag and put it beside the fruit basket.

Seeing his classmates looking over, Jiang Mi smiled.

Jiang Mi asked a few more questions about the injury, and the injured classmate always answered in a few words, and seemed unwilling to say anything more.

After all, Jiang Mi is a mature adult, he has nothing to worry about this kind of thing, and because he is now the class monitor, he always has a little more sense of responsibility for this kind of weak-looking classmate.

Jiang Mi took out an apple from the fruit basket and looked at the classmate on the hospital bed.

"Student Cheng, do you have a fruit knife here?"

Cheng Zhan pursed his lips tightly, his forehead drooped slightly, covering the end of his eyes, raised his eyes, stretched out his slender arms and opened the first drawer of the bedside table next to him, found a fruit knife, and put it on the top of the cabinet.

Jiang Mi smiled, took it, pulled out the trash can under his feet, and started peeling the apples with a knife. The peel did not break after a long time.

When the cutting was finished, I found that someone on the opposite side looked at me again.

Jiang Mi raised his eyes to look over, and found that the opposite bed was a little girl, about six or seven years old, with short hair and big eyes, but her round cheeks were so thin that they were sunken.

Seeing the little girl staring at the apple in his hand, Jiang Mi split the apple in two and handed half over.

Accompanying the little girl is her mother.

When Jiang Mi passed by, the young woman forced a smile.

Jiang Mi squatted down and asked with a smile: "Can she eat apples?"

The young woman glanced at her daughter, her eyes softened, "Thank you, she can eat apples."

So Jiang Mi handed the apple to the little girl's hand, "Do you want to eat it?"

The little girl looked curiously at Jiang Mi's gray-black left eye, then glanced at the apple in his hand, and shyly stretched out her short hand to take it, and then thanked quietly: "...Thank you brother. "

The little girl took the apple, and Jiang Mi returned to sit on his bench, and handed the remaining half of the apple to Cheng Chan.

"Student Cheng, come and eat an apple."

Cheng Zhan frowned, looking a little impatient. He was thin and short lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were lighter in color, and there was a cold sense of disgust and rejection. He didn't look like a high school boy at all.

But Jiang Mi's hand holding the apple was held there without taking it back. After a long while, Cheng Zhan still took it.

Just as Jiang Mi wiped the fruit knife and put it back in the drawer, a hoarse and low thank you came from beside him.

Because the voice was so low, Jiang Mi almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Cheng Zhan had been hospitalized for several months due to this injury. During this period, Jiang Mi would always come over to visit him after school, or when he was free on weekends, he would bring some soup made by his seniors by the way. It was packed in an iron lunch box.

Sometimes I can meet Cheng Zhan's mother who comes to accompany her. She is a very kind woman, and she is completely different from her son who is covered in thorns.

From the very beginning, Cheng Zhan was bored and unaccustomed, tired of coping, until later he got used to it.

When Cheng Zhan was about to be discharged from the hospital, it was a Saturday, and Jiang Mi came to see his classmates as usual.

When Jiang Mi passed by, he found that Cheng Zhan raised his eyes and looked at himself inexplicably, frowning.

Jiang Mi was a little puzzled, and took off the canvas satchel on his body, "What's wrong."

Cheng Zhan glanced at the opposite bed, and Jiang Mi looked over, only to find that the opposite bed was empty, and the quilt on it was neatly folded there, leaving only the princess little girl stuck on the railing of the bed. stickers.

Jiang Mi laughed, "Is she discharged from the hospital?"

Cheng Chan glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Only then did Jiang Mi realize something was wrong, "What's wrong with her."

Cheng Chen paused, his voice was still a bit hoarse during the voice-changing period, "...she passed away the day before yesterday."

"...Dead?" Jiang Mi was stunned, and didn't even realize it all at once.

"...Well, the night before yesterday."

Cheng Zhan looked up at Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi subconsciously got up and glanced at the bed, then he walked out of the ward unconsciously, but bumped into a small figure at the front door.

He lowered his head and saw the little girl on the opposite bed, still in children's hospital clothes, pale and thin, the only thing that remained the same was her big eyes.

The little girl's feet didn't touch the ground, she was floating.

Jiang Mi was used to seeing ghosts since he was a child, but today he was frozen in place as if seeing a ghost for the first time.

The little girl also saw him, raised her head and called tentatively, "Brother?"

Jiang Mi squatted down against the puzzled eyes of the past doctors and nurses, "Yes."

The little girl was a little surprised, "No one else can see me, brother, can you still see me?"

Jiang Mi felt a lump in his throat, "... I can see it."

The little girl rubbed her hands together and scratched at each other's nails, "I woke up, and then my mother disappeared, I couldn't find her, and the nurse aunt couldn't see me, and she also lost the high heels of my princess doll. "

Jiang Mi took the little girl's hand, stood up, lowered his eyes halfway, "I'll take you out first."

The little girl didn't cry or make a fuss, and was led by Jiang Mi obediently. Jiang Mi led the little girl to the stairs. There was no one here, so Jiang Mi sat directly on the stairs.

The little girl loves to be clean. After asking Jiang Mi for a piece of toilet paper, she put it on the steps where she was sitting.

Because Jiang Mi's body is still in puberty, his nerves are much more sensitive than before. When he glanced at it, his eye circles turned red uncontrollably, and his gray-black left eye was watery.

The sadness in my heart was greater than the shame.

The little girl gathered the corners of her clothes and looked up at Jiang Mi, "Brother, can you call my mother, I remember the number."

Jiang Mi took out the heavy and small mobile phone in the canvas bag, and the little girl called out the number. Jiang Mi dialed it, and there were a few beeps at first, and then the connection was made.

Opposite was a haggard woman's voice.

"……Hey?"

The little girl was very happy and waved her little hand, "It's my mother, it's my mother, mother!"

The little girl yelled a few times, but the woman on the other side didn't respond, she just continued to ask who was calling.

Until the end of the call, the woman did not respond to the little girl's call.

Seeing that the phone was hung up, the little girl looked lonely and a little puzzled, "Mom doesn't seem to have heard my voice."

It stands to reason that Jiang Mi can control himself not to cry. It may be due to physical reasons that his left eye naturally shed tears, and then both eyes shed tears.

Jiang Mi sat on the stairs, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, trying not to cry so exaggeratedly.

Seeing that Jiang Mi was crying suddenly, the little girl imitated her mother's gesture of comforting her with her little hands, and patted Jiang Mi's back, "Brother don't cry, brother don't cry."

Jiang Mi burst into tears and began to exaggerate.

The stairway door not far behind was ajar, and Cheng Zhan was standing there leaning on two crutches, watching Jiang Mi lower her head, shedding tears silently, after watching for a while, Cheng Zhan lowered her eyes halfway, turned and walked away up.

Jiang Mi's second phone call was to his master.

The other person picked up, and Jiang Mi asked in a hoarse voice, "...Master, can you raise ghosts..." As he spoke, he glanced at the little girl beside him who was playing with the pendant on his bag, "Raising little ghosts..."

The master was silent for a while, "I can't raise it, the little ghost's body is easy to disperse, and you can't raise it."

Jiang Mi lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.

The master seemed to be aware of Jiang Mi's thoughts, "Little ghost loves home, you should send it home, it can't hurt anyone, it doesn't matter."

Jiang Mi's tone slowly calmed down, "Okay..."

Jiang Mi bid farewell to Cheng Chan with red eyes, and then walked out of the hospital with the little girl.

The little girl not only remembered her mother's phone number, but also her home address.

Jiang Mi put the little girl on the back seat of the bicycle, and rode along according to the address. After riding for about half an hour, he arrived at the gate of a large courtyard.

There was also a little boy with pigtails at the door, his face was dirty with tears, and there was still snot hanging from his nose, squatting on the ground to pick mud.

The little girl waved her hand happily, "Dabao!" Then she turned to look at Jiang Mi, "Brother, I'm home."

Jiang Mi smiled and nodded, watching the little girl happily float past, "Go."

In the days that followed, Cheng Zhan was also discharged from the hospital, and Jiang Mi didn't need to go to see him. The two of them would greet each other in school, and they didn't have much social interaction.

Every day when commuting to and from school, Jiang Mi would take a long detour just to take a look at this big courtyard. Sometimes he would meet a little girl sitting at the door and chat with him. Sometimes he would see the little girl looking at other people. group of kids playing games.

Until a long time later, Jiang Mi never saw her again.

-

Jiang Mi was promoted from the first year of high school to the second year of high school. After being divided into classes, he found that many of his classmates who had known him had begun to grow taller.

Cheng Zhan also belongs to the group of people who are tall, not so much taller, but rather, taller.

Cheng Zhan looked thin and thin at first, and his skin was not fair, which was not the same as being good-looking and handsome.

On the contrary, Jiang Mi has always been the outstanding one among the students. He is tall and handsome. His brows and eyes are full of youthful vigor, and his gray-black left eye adds a sense of mystery.

Jiang Mi didn't have much contact with Cheng Zhan later, and he didn't even know that Cheng Zhan and himself were in the same class.

After playing basketball that day, Jiang Mi took out a bottle of drink from his drawer.

Jiang Mi lifted up his shirt to wipe his sweat in the empty classroom, and at the same time looked at his male deskmate inexplicably, "You gave it?"

The man at the same table picked up the water bottle that came with him and opened the lid, "I can't afford to drink it myself, so I give it to you. No matter how handsome you are, you can't give it to me for money. Maybe some girl gave it to you. There is nothing else besides this." I'll tell you about other possibilities."

This is true, many girls came to stop Jiang Mi to give snacks, presents and so on all day long.

Jiang Mi took a look and put the drink back into the drawer.

The male tablemate knew his way of doing it very well, Jiang Mi just didn't plan to drink it, and he didn't eat the many snacks usually given by the little girl.

"You really don't want to drink? If you don't want to drink, give me a drink."

Jiang Mi lifted his coat to catch the wind by the window, "It's up to you, if you don't drink it, I'll throw it away on the way back at night."

The male deskmate opened the drink, took a big sip and then wiped his mouth, "It's so refreshing! You are so stupid, you never eat the food you get as a gift."

Jiang Mi's sweaty black hair was blown by the wind, and he closed his eyes lazily and said, "Haven't you heard that cannibalism has soft mouths and short hands?"

"Hey, only a handsome guy like you has this kind of awareness, like none of us give anything."

The two talked and laughed, and things passed like this.

Every day after playing basketball, Jiang Mi could find a bottle of drink in his drawer.

The male tablemate drank a few times, but he felt guilty and didn't dare to drink. Seeing Jiang Mi got another bottle of drink today, he laughed, "I don't know which little girl gave it to you, but you are quite persistent."

Jiang Mi glanced at it, and it was really unnecessary and wasteful to spend a few dollars a day to buy water for himself.

He put the water away, thought for a while, and prepared to block people, to see if he could block them.

Jiang Mi patted his male deskmate on the shoulder, "I will leave my schoolbag to play basketball in class after school tomorrow night, so you should come back early to have a look, quietly, and see who brings me water."

The male deskmate patted his chest, "Don't worry."

On the second day, there was still a bottle of drink in the drawer, but no one was blocked. The male deskmate explained with a sad face, "I came here early yesterday, and I just sat in front and watched quietly, except for a few boys in our class. Back and forth, I didn't see any girls, so I went to the toilet in the middle, just for a while, and came back right away."

Jiang Mi rubbed his shoulder and said with a smile, "Thanks, it's fine if you can't block people."

The two chatted for a while, and someone came in with a trash can from outside.

That is Cheng Zhan, he is the labor committee member of this class, responsible for the daily cleaning of the class, and he has to stay for a while after school every day.

The male deskmate raised his eyes and saw Cheng Zhan's fair skin. He poked Jiang Mi, and after he left, he whispered, "Did you see it, Cheng Zhan."

Jiang Mi glanced at him, "I see, what's the matter."

The male deskmate hissed, and his voice was lowered, "Didn't you find that Cheng Zhan became more attractive? It's quite...beautiful..."

Jiang Mi recalled the face he saw just now, with red lips and white teeth, relatively light eyes, clean and fair skin, and a much slimmer figure than before.

"It's okay, but it's not pretty."

The male deskmate waved his hand, "Hey, it's not the beautiful girl like a girl, but the... seductive beauty?"

Jiang Mi laughed, "Your words are quite abstract."

"I'm not the only one who said that, many men in our class said that." The male deskmate spread his hands.

"It's free." Jiang Mi didn't care about this, he was not interested in boys' looks anyway.

"Forget it, yes, the little girl is better."

The topic is over, and the matter about Cheng Zhan's appearance is over.

After school that day, Jiang Mi went to play basketball with the class next door before evening self-study as usual.

In the distance, Cheng Zhan was holding a cardboard box containing sweeping tools in his arms, and was about to cross the playground and go to the school's utility room.

The playground is relatively small, in addition to the basketball court, there is another playground, surrounded by running tracks on both sides.

Jiang Mi made a three-pointer, and a group of girls with snacks sitting outside the court shouted.

They would come to watch a ball game with no technical content on a hot day. The main reason was that they came to Jiang Mi's face. Although they didn't know the rules of the court, they would stamp their feet and scream a few times when they saw Jiang Mi throwing the ball.

Cheng Zhan held the cardboard box in his arms with a cold face, and walked over without squinting.

The impetuous boy in the next class saw Jiang Mi's popular appearance, and he felt a little annoyed, and his dribbling movements became a little more aggressive. When he grabbed the ball, he slammed it hard into the basket. Changing the direction, the basketball turned its head and smashed to the right, and the ball came straight towards Cheng Zhan.

If Cheng Chan could turn his head to take a look, the ball would have been easy to dodge, but he didn't, so the ball hit Cheng Chan's left face.

Cheng Chan tilted his body and almost fell, and the cardboard box in his hand fell to the ground of the playground.

The girls outside the arena also exclaimed in shock. Jiang Mi wiped the sweat off his face with his clothes. He was the first to react and then ran over. When he came to Cheng Zhan, he found Cheng Zhan's white left His face is red now, and a piece of skin has been scratched, with bloodshot eyes, which looks quite scary.

The boys and girls playing ball also came here in a swarm.

The boy who smashed the ball took a look, frowned, scratched his head, and looked very annoyed, "If he looked at the road a little bit, he wouldn't be like this."

Jiang Mihei was drenched in sweat, his eyes were cold, "Are you blaming someone else for throwing the ball at someone? Apologize to him."

The boy who smashed the ball paused, noticed the girls around him from the corner of his eye, hated Jiang Mi's merciless words in his heart, so he stiffened his neck and said: "Of course I apologize, but it has nothing to do with you, you don't need it." Let it go."

"He's in the same class as me, and I'm his monitor. I'll ask you to apologize to him, do you hear me?"

While talking, Jiang Min took the ice water handed over by the girl and signaled Cheng Chan to apply it on his face first.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the two groups quickly pulled each other out.

The boy who smashed the ball was also a little guilty, but he still held on, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'm sorry, let's do it." Then he followed up with a very annoying sentence, which everyone could hear clearly.

Jiang Mi picked up a side basketball and slammed it under the boy's feet, then said coldly, "Go away."

The circle of people around looked at each other in blank dismay, mainly because Jiang Mi had always had a good temper and seldom got angry.

Then, Jiang Mi ignored the boy's innocent face, picked up the cardboard box, and took Cheng Zhan to the school infirmary.