The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

31 days remaining?

This bug is not very auspicious.

Huai Zixing directly closed the app, put away the phone angrily, and asked, "By the way, President, why are you here suddenly?"

Ran Yuchi took out the form: "I asked An Xue to fill out the psychological evaluation form."

At the time of the "earthquake", An Xue was also in Chenxing High School, which was the most severely damaged.No. [-] Middle School was worried that the students would have post-disaster psychological problems, so they distributed questionnaires to several other students for psychological assessment as soon as they returned to school, but An Xue couldn't fill them out because she was "recovering from injuries in the hospital".

So after An Xue returned to school, the psychology teacher immediately brought a questionnaire to check An Xue's psychological state.

When the "earthquake" was mentioned, Jian Yan was a little worried, and An Xue was the one they slandered the most.

She saw that there was still a bandage on An Xue's neck, and she worried about hurting her spine: "Student An Xue, how is your injury?" Jian Yan asked, "Does your neck still hurt?"

It doesn't hurt, it's just that some things can't be exposed.

An Xue stroked the back of her neck, and politely replied: "It's okay, thank you."

"Then I'm leaving first?" Ran Yuchi said.

"Wait." An Xue subconsciously said, for no reason, he didn't want Ran Yuchi to leave - it was as if he never had a video call with other people, but he answered Ran Yuchi's video call last night.

It feels the same.

"Huh?" Ran Yuchi looked at him.

An Xue used [-] seconds to come up with an excuse: "I don't know where the psychology room is. After I fill it out, you can pass it to the teacher for me, thank you."

Ran Yuchi's eyelashes slightly curved: "Okay."

Therefore, Ran Yu stayed by An Xue's side.

The two stood and sat without speaking, but they seemed to form an aura of their own, and no one could penetrate it.

Many girls in the class turned their heads frequently.

Two handsome than, a bit easy to knock.

The exam hurts the body, and the morning exam ruins the day.

An Xue was sleepy for a whole day, probably with similar human structure, Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan who were sitting nearby also yawned continuously.

In the evening, when they returned to the branch office for a regular meeting, An Xue couldn't help but yawned a few times.

"Did you rest well?" Qian Lin asked him on the way back to the dormitory.

"Yeah." An Xue closed her eyes and squeezed out the physiological tears after yawning, "Sleepy."

"Go to bed early tonight, don't stay up late." Qian Lin said, "I'll keep an eye on the management affairs for you."

"Okay." An Xue trusted Qian Lin, "I'm going back, good night."

Qian Lin waved to him.

After closing the door and washing up, An Xue fell asleep directly.

This time I fell into a deep sleep, and even had a dream.

An Xue doesn't dream often, very few dreams, and she doesn't remember anything when she wakes up.

But this time the dream seemed different.

Clear and true.

The small room was crowded with instruments, and the sound of cold mechanical instruments filled the ears. There was a bed in the middle of the room. The white sheets were stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood permeated the air.

In the ear, there are the cries of children, and the footsteps of people in white coats back and forth. The man holds the needle in his hand, presses the pusher, and a few drops of medicine are sprayed out from the needle tip.

He held down the child's hands and feet, injected the medicine into the child's body, and soon, the crying disappeared.

An Xue felt that this place looked familiar.

So in the dream, he wandered around aimlessly again.

Walk through the dirty corridor, go down the spiral staircase, pass through locked wooden doors, pass through a deserted yard, and come to the rusty iron gate.

On the door, five large characters were carved in metal.

— Sorrow Orphanage.

An Xue woke up from the dream.

His head ached, and he kneaded his temples.

I haven't dreamed about the past for a long time.

And this dream seems to be just the beginning.

For several days in a row, he was having all kinds of dreams.

He dreamed that he was brought to the headquarters by the chief, and no one would report his hope to the child picked up from the orphanage, but the chief picked up a pet on a whim.

I dreamed that he participated in the training test for the first time. When others could only hit the puppets, he accidentally smashed through the front wall. Someone asked him how he did it. He answered, it was very simple, but others But can not understand.

I dreamed that his grades improved by leaps and bounds, and he participated in the first mission, the second, and the third...

He was obviously excellent, but the people in the General Administration began to alienate him.

"Crazy", "It's horrible", "Get away from him".That's what they always say about him.

At first, I was a little concerned and tried to explain it.

It's just that he can feel emotions when he's hurt, that's all.

But others still don't seem to understand.

He will only talk about him in private: "He came out of the Orphanage of Sorrow? How can he still live for so long?"

Once, An Xue even heard someone betting.

"How long is he going to live? I bet for a year."

"It's been a long time! Half a year! How can I live after being transformed like that!"

Gradually, he didn't seem to care anymore. Interpersonal communication was troublesome, so he stopped communicating. He couldn't feel emotions anyway, and he wouldn't die anyway. He didn't need others to sympathize, let alone understand.

He also dreamed that he was desperate to save Qianlin during the mission, his mind was occupied by this kind of thought, and he couldn't control himself at all.

Then, he was punished and demoted to the branch.

He met Ran Yuchi.

On this day, the end of the dream was the first time I met Ran Yuchi.

Zhang Yang's young man jumped down from the tree and almost bumped into his arms.

When she woke up, An Xue pinched the bridge of her nose, forcing herself to cheer up.

Some dreams were not so pleasant, like a false sleep, An Xue lacked energy, and in the classroom, the dark circles under the eyes of Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan were getting thicker and thicker.

"An Xue, An Xue, how are you?" Seeing An Xue enter the classroom, Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan approached and asked, "I haven't slept well for several days."

An Xue: "Sleepy, always dreaming."

"Me too, I've been dreaming a lot these days." Huai Zixing said, "I've dreamed about everything from childhood to adulthood."

Xing Siyuan: "Fuck me too, I can dream about things I don't remember! What about you, An Xue?"

Hearing this, An Xue pondered.

He was the only one who dreamed about the past, which might explain the change in Wei Shi's mentality. Why did Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan do the same?

An Xue took out her mobile phone and said to the two people in front of her, "Give me your hand."

"Ah?" Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan stretched out their hands, and An Xue touched each of them with their mobile phones.

His mobile phone was modified by Qian Lin two days ago, and a device capable of detecting ghost gas particles was added.

This time, the ghost gas concentration will be displayed on the screen: 3 o'clock.

An Xue also measured her own, and it was also 3 points.

It's very weak, so weak that he can't detect it, and it can't affect them too much—at most, it makes people have a dream.

And the same number of points means that they met the same ghost at the same time and place.

He made an excuse to let Huai Zixing walk around the class with his mobile phone, and the test results showed that only a few people were stained with ghost particles.

Concentration points display 3 points.

Xing Siyuan asked, as expected, these people also kept dreaming, dreaming about the past.

What do they have in common?

An Xue only thought of one thing.

——In the past few days, I have used the life-testing App.

Afternoon class needs to go to the laboratory building.

On the way, you will pass the music room.

There is only one week left before the piano competition, and Ran Yuchi will stay here to practice piano when there is no class.

An Xue leaned outside the door, quietly waiting for Ran Yuchi to finish playing and knock on the last key before walking into the music classroom, and asked bluntly, "Have you been dreaming lately?"

"Well, I dreamed a little bit." Ran Yuchi replied, "It's strange, I didn't dream much before."

An Xue looked down at the phone screen.

The concentration of ghost energy on Ran Yuchi's body: 3 points.

He originally wanted to ask something more, but Ran Yuchi said first, "The competition venue is in the Cultural Center of City A."

"Understood." He promised Ran Yuchi that he would go.

As for the reason for agreeing, An Xue herself didn't know.

Ran Yuchi asked with a smile, "Want to listen to the repertoire of my competition?"

"I don't want to." An Xue said, "I'll be sleepy."

Listening to music and enjoying piano repertoire are two different things.

Ran Yu smiled late, did not answer, and touched the keys of the piano with his fingers.

The repertoire he prepared for the competition was "Winter Night Sonata", a piano piece with an extremely brisk rhythm.

Ran Yuchi doesn't need to read the piano score, his fingers are skillfully placed on the keys, and he always devotes himself to playing the piano. He can make everyone feel his emotions and emotions.

An Xue remembered the first time she watched Ran Yuchi's piano competition.

On the stage, he was tall and straight, with downcast eyes, and his bony hands were jumping on the keys, as if immersed in the sound of the piano. There were so many people in the audience, but he was the only one in sight.

An Xue had to admit a fact.

Ran Yuchi who plays the piano is very attractive.

After the song was played, An Xue asked, "Why did you start playing the piano?"

Ran Yuchi raised his hand: "Someone told me that my hands are very suitable for playing the piano."

Those are extremely beautiful hands, the contours of fingertips, joints, muscles and bones, every part has a proper sense of beauty.

An Xue suddenly had a subtle and indescribable meaning flashing in his heart. He shouldn't have asked, because in the past, he had never been interested in this question.

But he still asked: "Who is it?"

Ran Yuchi shrugged, and gave a very strange answer: "I don't know either."

"I've been trying to find his shadow in my dreams for the past few days." He looked at An Xue with clear and sincere eyes, "but I found nothing."

Can't tell what that feels like.

It was uncomfortable, like a blockage in the chest.

An Xue didn't know what was wrong with him, nor how to proceed with the topic, so he decided to leave.

Rather than thinking about what's going on, he would rather spend time thinking about the inexplicable 3-point ghost energy concentration and the uninterrupted dreams for many days.

Just as An Xue stood up, the phone rang.

Usually, he always put the bell on silent, but this time it sounded like an alarm bell.

An Xue's eyes froze.

He recognized the bell.

——It is an emergency distress signal from the Celestial Master! !