[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

Akashi Seijuro lowered his eyes to look at the girl walking in front, her long hair was scattered on her back, like a piece of cold and smooth black silk, and her thin back was wrapped by long white sleeves, showing the shadow of her shoulder blades.

She was very silent when she walked, and she walked steadily, her whole figure seemed to be hidden in the scene around her.

He had read her submissions.

They were both still in high school at that time, probably because her random essays were secretly taken by a friend to enter the competition, and after winning the prize, they were published in the National Youth Essay Collection.

【...During a few days, I had a high fever repeatedly. It just subsides during the day and then recurs at night.In the middle of the night, a man was so hot that his whole body was burning hot, holding an ice pack and tremblingly touching the antipyretic box next to the bed.

At that time, I felt that the whole person was floating, and the top-heavy feeling was not like in this world. I even had the illusion that I had died long ago, and I couldn't even make a sound.

Waking up again the next day, I heard the sound of the hanging clock in the room in a daze, my brain trembled violently, my brain was spinning at a high speed, and the object I thought was a corpse was filled with red liquid again.

Ah, not dead.

I was a little disappointed at the first moment, feeling weak all over, so I could only look up at the gray ceiling in a daze, remembering the last time I ate.

I thought about going to eat something again, and then my body reacted correctly. I opened my mouth and vomited my stomach acid into the trash can next to the bed. Tears and snot stuck to my face in a mess. I was so embarrassed and ugly. .

People don’t actually feel scared before they die, they only have signs of nerves. Thinking about sentences like “It’s estimated to die in a while”, it’s like a thing that gave up its life is placed in the house, waiting for the body to emit a foul smell .

Still not dead.

I underestimated my resilience.

Something flowed out of his hand continuously, like holding sand.

My stiff body moved again, and the disgusting desire to survive prompted me to hold the water glass on the cabinet, with the last bit of water left in it.I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked it, and found that there was no sense of taste. The fluid slid down my throat, and the double image in front of my eyes disappeared.

Forget it, you can't die, let's live. 】

At that time, when he read this text, his back was soaked, his heart was pounding, as if he was tightly pinched by the palm of his hand, and he couldn't breathe.I don't know why, but the feeling of heart palpitations has been accompanied by it, and this premonition of restlessness is very uncomfortable.

Until I saw the signature at the end of the article, a few words quickly penetrated the line of perspective and reached the soul.

Baili Xi.

Some distant memory was awakened, and everything about the black-haired girl not only did not disappear with the passage of time, but became clearer, just like a movie screening, reappearing in front of my eyes.

Is she still alone.

How could he be so sick.

Are you eating and sleeping well now?

A strange mood entangled his thoughts, and unprecedented heartache and sorrow wrapped him up and swept him away.

What Bai Lixi didn't know was that a boy named Akashi Seijuro once ran to her high school desperately and glanced at her through the classroom window.

There are so many people in the classroom, but he can still recognize her at a glance. The girl is leaning on the second-to-last row of seats in a daze, looking at the podium with her chin resting on her cheeks. Holding a ballpoint pen, he looked like he was doing nothing.

"Baili, where are you going to take your college entrance examination, city A? City S?" someone asked.

The black-haired girl was taken aback for a moment, then scratched her head lazily: "If I can pass the exam, I still want to go to City W. It is said that the cherry blossoms in spring are beautiful."

"City W...it really is University H."

"Hey, I can't pass the exam. If you are a C major, you can work harder, and there is no H major for the editorial major."

The young man let go of his fingers that were gripping the window frame, and showed a shallow smile. The corners of his mouth were obviously curled up, but his pupils were wet.

This statement is destined to be difficult to achieve.

In order to be able to say [karma and destiny] and [safety as fate] with confidence, some people act according to their own wishes in a ignorant manner, following the principle of being happy, and being extremely capricious.But some people want to change the original life trajectory, pretend that everything is a coincidence, and prove that it is [fate] without any modification.

The feeling of believing that we will meet again turned into a prophecy, and then it came true.

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The most unacceptable thing is that, as a standard for college students to PK, C University actually judges the outcome by a cooking showdown.

...is this really a university and not some restaurant?A fierce battle is waged for the position of the head chef, and the winner will inherit the century-old restaurant, gain fame and power, find the legendary Won Piss, and become the king of cooking?

This development trend is too scary.

I stood in the center of the stadium with black lines all over my face, mixed with the other four teammates, waiting for the so-called Yuanyue representative to arrive.

The captain of each team and the silver-haired teacher who led the team sat in the stands. The table in front of them was filled with melon seeds, peanuts, cola and yoghurt, making it look like a gala for primary school students.

"Help, I want to go home."

"Student Baili, don't be nervous, this is for you." Standing on the side, Sakamoto pushed his glasses solemnly, and handed me the apple in his hand.

I was a little surprised, took it stupidly, lowered my head and looked at it for a while: "...what do you mean?"

"Please open the top cover."

"Gai?" I was completely confused, staring at the apple in my hand inquiringly, and soon discovered the cracks on the fruit. When I lifted it by the handle, I saw a columnar pulp separated from the upper peel.

There is a big hole through the center of the apple, but the focus is on the column that is held in the hand. The top is made into a rose shape, which is so lifelike that even the dew on the petals has been made.

I held the apple and fell silent. After a long time, I raised my head with a serious face, nodded to Sakamoto, and then bit off the rose apple in one bite, and started to eat it.

"Okay, five students, please stand up. Our assessment is about to begin. Everyone must maintain a serious attitude towards this competition. As a teacher of H University, I am honored to be able to host this competition today... Girl in the middle, stop eating apples."

I obediently threw away the core, wiped my mouth and stood up straight with my hands behind my back.

"Ahem, this is the student from Yuanyue Jiu Ga Zhao Ji, everyone applauds and welcomes."

The yellow-haired boy stood on the rostrum with his arms folded. His sideburns were long and his bangs covered half of his face. His face was arrogant. When his eyes passed by me, he looked disgusted, but he quickly moved away.

He took the microphone and curled his lips: "I'm going to make Sichuan cuisine today. The ingredients are already laid out on the table next to me. I'll just tell you the recipe once. You'd better remember it with your brains."

I followed his line of sight to look at the small square table in the corner of the gymnasium. It was so far away that I couldn't quite see what was on it.

"Wash the green onion and garlic, chop the green onion, mince the garlic. Cut the tofu into small cubes the size of half a mahjong tile, mince the beef, add water to the pot, put 1 gram of salt, boil the tofu, blanch and remove Set aside. Put 20 grams of salad oil in the pot, heat the oil to 7% heat on high heat, add 100 grams of minced beef, add 5 grams of dark soy sauce, stir-fry on high heat until it is 8 mature, and set aside. Put another 10 grams of salad oil in the pot , heat the oil to 5% heat, add 30 grams of minced garlic and bean paste, add 12 peppercorns, remove the peppercorns after sautéing, add water to the pot, add 2 grams of salt, 2 grams of chicken powder, and 10 grams of dark soy sauce gram, stir-fry evenly on high heat, add tofu and start to cook, try not to stir-fry, cook on medium heat for 3 minutes, add fried minced meat, add water starch to thicken, add 5 grams of pepper oil, stir-fry evenly. Sprinkle green onions."

……

……

………Pardon? ? ?

The place was dead silent.

With drooping dead fish eyes, I raised my hand: "I'm sorry, can you say it again?"

"No." The young man ruthlessly and coldly refused, and his eyes shot like sharp knives, "The assessment has already begun."

When I went to choose the materials, I found that there were more people in the stands. I carried a pile of seasonings and walked towards the stove. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Zhang Yunmu who was watching the excitement. She was crossing her legs and mouthing Holding a pickled pepper and chicken feet.

I smiled and gave her my middle finger.

However, who is the brown-haired boy sitting next to this guy? Not only is there a baby on his head, but he is also holding a baby in his hands.There are also a few guys sitting next to him... how should I put it, they look like they have a very strange style of painting.

Seeing my ferocious expression, Zhang Yunmu smiled even more happily. She slapped the boy next to me, pointed in my direction, and said something.Then I saw the brown-haired boy blushing, waved at me shyly or embarrassingly, his eyes wandering.

Twitching the corners of my mouth, I silently quickened my pace, walked to the small stove and rolled up my sleeves, intending to show my skills.

Put on an apron, wash your hands and pick up a spatula, clean the cutting board, preheat the oil pan, chop the shallots, mince the meat, blanch the tofu...

"Come on, Baili! Don't lose to that yellow fried-hair non-mainstream!"

"Fuck him!"

"What is the representative of Yuanyue! Let me show you how powerful our Brother Xi is!"

Thank you very much for your support, but can you stop yelling like this in front of others?My classmate’s face has turned black after a long time, he looks like he’s about to hit someone, and he’s even pinched the microphone in his hand, please explain to me how to transfer hatred, please stop shouting, especially Zhang Yun The one next to the head looks like it's all undressed, is it really a man? !

I maintained the posture of holding the spatula, and stared dumbfoundedly at a certain boy in the distance, my eyes almost protruding from their sockets.

"Baili Baili, you are the best!" The brown-haired boy kept waving his hands, frantically shaking the sign in front of him, with a huge heart drawn on it, saying [Baili LOVE].

...Wait where are the super fans?Is this the concert scene?Otaku Akihabara? ? ?

Many people stopped what they were doing, and stared into the distance with me dumbfounded. They didn't even notice that their dishes were burnt. Suddenly, a puff of oily smoke mixed with the smell of bitter coffee filled the venue.

At the same time that the brown-haired boy burst his clothes, the baby who was lying on top of his head jumped down, and the tall top hat swayed twice.Another child is wearing a pair of horns, carrying a toy that looks like a cannon barrel and standing on the guardrail, waddlingly pointing the mouth of the barrel to this side.

I looked far away, my eyes were dull, my hand holding the spatula was sore, and I didn't understand what was going on now, and my shoulders were slumped.

Immediately afterwards, a cannonball that appeared inexplicably hit me straight, with no room to escape. White smoke rose into the air, wrapped my body, and filled my sight.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene in front of me had completely changed. The tall and short stone tablets were arranged in order, and the wet tablets were gently poured with water. On the small stone platform was a plate of blueberries. And cherries, even the incense was only half burned.

hallucinations?

Rubbing his eyes, the things in front of him didn't change in any way. Looking carefully, the words [Bailixi's Tomb] were still engraved on the nearest tablet.

"... Bailixi?" A slight and trembling female voice sounded from behind, with a tone of hope and extravagance.

I turned around and just met her eyes. The pink-haired woman was carrying a small bag, her shirt and skirt were spotless, her hair was tied, and she was wearing exquisite makeup. Unfortunately, her eyes were dark red, and she looked like she had just cried Pass.

Behind her is a brown-haired woman with a drawing board on her back, holding a bouquet of white tulips in her hands, wearing casual clothes, her big brown eyes are full of tears, and she is looking at me with her lips pressed together as if she is about to cry .

The two women stood there cautiously and didn't dare to move, but their burning eyes betrayed them, as if they saw something precious and wanted to touch it but were afraid of losing it.

"...Is that you?" The deep and magnetic voice came from behind, more seductive than the voice of a teenager.

So there are so many people here.

At this moment, I'm still holding the shovel, and I'm wearing that ridiculous apron with the words [Cooking Competition] printed on it, exuding the smell of paste from the occasion just now.

Turning his head, he saw a group of familiar or unfamiliar people.

Some of them are holding bouquets of flowers, some are carrying fruits, and some are still playing with their mobile phones, but the same thing is that at this moment, they all stare at them with shocked and delighted eyes, like children who have lost it and found it again, with sparkling gleams in their eyes. shine.

"Xi Jiang, it's really Xi Jiang..." The stubborn pink-haired woman was completely dumbfounded, she was stunned with an aggrieved expression, her eyes kept trembling, her thin red lips moved a few times and then burst into tears, covering her mouth Mouth, there are tears rolling down non-stop.

"...May?" I froze and shouted in disbelief.

The man who just asked the question stepped forward again. His flamboyant crimson hair was bright and eye-catching, and his resolute and handsome face became loose, full of sadness, surprise, longing, sadness, and complex expressions intertwined. His voice was soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing a Dreamland: "Is it really you?"

The heartbeat accelerated, and it kept pounding in the chest. The tightly gripped atrium seemed to be slashed by someone, and it was like running water leaking blood without money.

"Wow..." The brown-haired woman threw away the drawing board in her hand, rushed up, hugged my neck, and cried loudly, almost howling. Such grief was too terrible and serious.

The spatula I was holding in my hand fell to the ground with a bang. The unexpected action made me take three steps back and almost fell.

"Zhang Yunmu? You? This is the future?" I barely supported my body, and subconsciously patted her back, a little in disbelief.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Eh?"

"I also want!"

"Wait……"

Involuntarily being kissed on the cheek by two women, one on the left and the other on the right, I covered my face and stood there in a daze, at a loss.

"Baili, are you still studying at H University? It's the cooking showdown!" The brown-haired man held my arm tightly and asked in confirmation.

"……Um."

"At that time, you were hit here by ten-year rockets and disappeared for 5 minutes..." He was a little sad, his light-colored eyes gleamed with water, and he looked pitiful when he was about to cry.

I pressed my forehead and shouted in a broken voice: "So what is all this about! Ten years later?"

"It's almost time. When you go back, you must be careful..."

"what?"

"To change the future!"

I looked anxiously at the man with pink hair, his paralyzed face fluctuated greatly, and the green goggles couldn't hide the worried look on his face.

"Don't touch..."

"Go to the hospital..."

"Blood... bone... pressure..."

"earlier……"

"Qi Mu? Please speak clearly!"

My vision began to blur, and the white smoke filled the air again. I don't know who was pinching my fingers, desperately holding on and refusing to let go.

A man who couldn't see his face rubbed the top of my hair, and a familiar voice whispered in my ear. I couldn't hear what was said, and was blocked by something.

He leaned down and sighed softly, leaving a wet kiss on my forehead, with all the blessings and nostalgia——

[I am waiting for you in the future]