Raising Attacks [Another World]

this day.

Chang Jing suddenly woke up in his sleep, the surrounding was pitch black, he couldn't see his fingers, he couldn't see any light.

This is where?

Chang Jing asked himself in his heart, but obviously, he didn't know the answer, he clearly remembered that he was sleeping - but why did he suddenly appear here?

Following his feeling, he groped in the dark, not knowing where he would reach if he kept walking, nor where he should go.

then.

He walked for a long time.

Until, a strange voice came from the darkness, which led Chang Jing to the only place with light, and he stopped less than one meter away from the light.

So, he heard that voice asking him: "Do you want to go back to the original world?"

Without even thinking about it, Chang Jing blurted out: "Think!"

A chuckle came from the darkness, and he said, "As you wish, when you wake up, your wish will come true."

Chang Jing: "..." There is a feeling of a magic stick descending, why?

However, as soon as the voice finished speaking, it disappeared without a trace——

So Chang Jing suddenly remembered, even in his dream, if he left, what would happen to Qian Yi?

So he hurriedly said, "Hey, can Qian Yi come with me!"

"..."

What responded to him was a silent darkness.

Very helpless, so inexplicable, probably dreaming——

With this in mind, Chang Jing looked at the only place with light in front of him, raised his foot, and walked towards that light.His eyes suddenly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, and then the world spun—he knew that he had lost consciousness.

"Hey, Chang Jing, wake up."

Chang Jing felt that he was being pushed and pushed all the time, and impatiently slapped off the arm that had been disturbing him, then adjusted his posture and continued to fall asleep.

Jiang Qian who was about to wake up Chang Jing just now: "..."

Jiang Qian watched the old professor walking towards their position step by step, then turned his head to look at his deskmate and roommate Chang Jing, who was sleeping like a dead pig, curled his lips—forget it if you sleep to death .

He shook his head, a brother, you are hopeless, not a brother, I am helpless, he sat upright, and then stared at a pair of eyes on the table in front of him. This ancient Chinese book, try to pretend that I am serious, I am really serious, pretending to be a b-scholar...

Nine, eight, seven, six—brother, I will light candles for you and mourn for you, Amen!

... three, two, one.

Jiang Qian looked at the old professor who was already standing in front of Chang Jing, and silently turned his head back.

"Ahem," the old professor stretched out his hand and tapped on the table, with a serious expression on his face, "It's because there are too many people like this who only know that they don't do their jobs properly, that's why those foreigners all put We are regarded as the sick men of East Asia, look down on us..."

The one the old professor said was filled with righteous indignation.He kept sticking his finger on the table desperately, wishing he could poke a hole out of the table...

All the students here know that this old professor is very angry, and every time a little thing happens, he will automatically and spontaneously combine it with the past history of Huaguo, and take this opportunity to carry out all kinds of cold ridicule and sarcasm.

Everyone turned their attention to Chang Jing, who was still sleeping soundly at such a time, and silently lit a piece of wax for him in their hearts, and compared him with a cross.

——Student, I wish you well!

The old professor found that after his impassioned speech was over, the guy sleeping on his stomach on the table continued to sleep, and he didn't wake up at all, his face was red with anger and his neck was thick.

He slapped his palm on the table vigorously, and the whole table vibrated because of this slap—hey, Jiang Qian really wanted to ask, Professor, does your hand hurt?However, he dare not...

I saw the old professor bent down again, leaning close to Chang Jing's ear, and then he yelled: "Get up!!"

Awakened by the loud roar at close range, Chang Jing stood up reflexively, his eyes widened and he shouted: "Qian Yi——"

"..."

"..."

silent.

Quiet, silent.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Changjing who woke up and shouted the names of strangers, only a little bit left.

Jiang Qian was the first to react. He gave his brother Chang Jing a self-seeking look and told him that he was going to be in bad luck.

Chang Jing seemed to understand but half understood, staring at the front with a pair of eyes in a daze.

The old professor also reacted, he blew his beard and stared, he was already so angry that he was about to smoke——

Children cannot be taught!

Actually yelling at the teacher, it's just not big or small and doesn't respect the teacher at all.

So, the old professor gave Chang Jing a cold look, opened his mouth, and said, "You failed this class!"

Jiang Qian: "..." He said he was going to be unlucky.

The students present all came back to their senses one after another, looking at Chang Jing's expression, that pity.

If you fail, you have to retake it, and this old professor's course retake... is equivalent to accepting all kinds of abuse for another semester.

……

After Chang Jing sat down, Jiang Qian was sick because he failed a course, so he wrote a long, long note and passed it to him, wanting to comfort him at least.

In fact, Chang Jing was sleepy because the moment he woke up, he saw the familiar and unfamiliar university classroom, and the old professor who always said that he was reluctant to go to class, and he couldn't react for a while. .

So, it's a joke about him.

Chang Jing squeezed his arm hard.

It hurts--

If it hurts, it's not a dream.

He is back!When he was completely caught off guard, he suddenly returned to the earth, the country he lived in!

You don't have to face the bloody and brutal world where martial arts is the most important thing...

But what about Qian Yi?

What about the person who was so small when they met for the first time, always blushed and shyly called him daughter-in-law?

Didn't you come together?

Ah, yes, that person, maybe it was a dream he had, and now he woke up from the dream, so he came back?

Laughing at himself, Chang Jing felt that he was so stupid that he actually gave his feelings to a person who existed in the dream, and he was a man——

However, my heart hurts.

It's like a big hole in my heart, bloody and empty, and it's chilly when the wind blows.

"Hey, Chang Jing, why are you crying?" Jiang Qian stared at his brother in a daze after waking up for a long time and then began to cry, drop by drop, rolled out of his eyes and fell onto the table On, touched, splashed a small ripple.

"Don't cry, it's just rebuilding, it's no big deal, why are you crying." After being dumbfounded, Jiang Qian came to his senses, he hurriedly asked for toilet paper from the girls at the front and back tables, and directly Throwing Chang Jing all at once, Jiang Qian said with relief: "Don't cry, the crying sissy of a big boy is dead."

"Am I crying?" Chang Jing looked down at the tissue in his hand in a daze, then reached out and touched his cheek, and found that it was wet, and then he realized that he was crying, with tears streaming down his face.

Emotionally suppressed and uncomfortable, perhaps influenced by the saying that he was a female in the 'dream', Chang Jing buried his head in his arms and cried loudly.

Jiang Qian: "..." How can there be a feeling that the more you comfort and cry, the more miserable you are.

Scratching his head and ears, Jiang Qian silently watched his brother and roommate lying on the table like a woman, crying endlessly... However, this crying also made people feel a little distressed The feeling of being swollen is all about it.

Chang Jing's crying attracted the attention of the whole class. Even the old professor, who had already walked to the podium and was about to continue the class, looked back in horror at the young man whom he had just failed, and was surprised to see him Right now, he was lying on the table and crying so heartbroken... It felt as if he had said something that made him extremely sad.

Oh, it's just a rebuild!

It's too exaggerated!

The old professor was dumbfounded. Of course, everyone's expressions were the same...

There is only one voice in my heart that keeps recirculating: too exaggerated, too exaggerated, too exaggerated...well, so repeatedly.

However, none of them knew that Chang Jing was crying not because of the reconstruction, but because he couldn't find his Qian Yi.

When he thinks that he may never see that elf Qianyi who always likes to be shy and makes his wife blush and says that his virtuous and pointed ears move around and always protects him, his tears can't be stopped at all. Yes, I was so sad that I was about to die.

——It’s as if the originally complete self was suddenly divided...the feeling of being incomplete again.

He thought of the darkness of the manager just now, and the voice in the darkness was even more sad for a moment.

Why it came out like this?

Before that, he had obviously finished talking with Qian Yi, said good night to each other and kissed each other. How could he wake up in darkness, and even wake up again after losing consciousness, but return to the beginning? classroom -

So, everything before that is nothing!

And at the same time.

In London, England, an unusually beautiful and handsome man is heading to Huaguo, a beautiful country, and his eyes are very special, emerald green.

[To be continued]