I'm dead again [quick time travel]

Suddenly, Qiao Jiu stepped back a few steps, and the ball that was originally aimed at his head only hit his hand.

The system voice is concerned: "Jiujiu, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Qiao Jiu exhaled, "It's just that my hands are a little numb..."

More than a little numbness, Qiao Jiu felt that his hand was about to break.

Altman's light bulb eyes suddenly lit up: "Jiujiu, you are so handsome!"

With a straight face, Qiao Jiu said indifferently, "Thank you!"

He looked in the direction of the basketball and saw Lu Yike and Gu Qianqian.

The basketball fell on the ground not far from Joe, and bounced again.

The two had the same smile on their faces, full of malice.

Qiao Jiu really couldn't figure out where he had offended them.

But he is not afraid.

"Is something wrong?"

Lu Yike walked towards Qiao Jiu's direction: "It's okay, what can be the matter?"

Qiao Jiu lowered his eyes, he can't beat Lu Yike, and now he can't run away, he can't force it, he can only think of other ways.

Gu Qianqian walked into Qiao Jiu: "Your name is Jiang Zhi?"

The voice was sharp and sharp, reminding Qiao Jiu of the voice that frightened him in the last world.

Gu Qianqian went on to say, "You have a good relationship with Brother Wei?"

"It's okay," Qiao Jiu thought for a while, "Sit together after all."

Gu Qianqian laughed, and touched Qiao Jiu's face with her hands. Her fingernails were long and painted with bright red nail polish, and they kept brushing Qiao Jiu's eyes. Qiao Jiu was afraid that she would blind him in the next second.

The phone rang suddenly, and Lu Yike said a few words after picking it up, then turned to Gu Qianqian and said, "Calling from the future, Zhou Wei called us for dinner."

Qiao Jiu noticed that Lu Yike was calling Zhou Wei, not Brother Wei, and it felt like he was gnashing his teeth.

Gu Qianqian was very happy: "Where is it?"

Lu also said the name of a hotel.

Gu Qianqian waved to Qiao Jiu in a good mood.

Lu Yike patted Qiao Jiu's shoulder with a lot of strength. If Qiao Jiu hadn't held his breath, the weak body might have been patted down.

He stood still, and the light from the street lamp shone on Lu Yike and Gu Qianqian who had gone away, making their shadows longer and shorter.

They walked a long way, and Qiao Jiu could vaguely hear Lu Yike calling Zhou Wei's name.

Geez, plastic bro.

Qiao Jiu dragged his broken body towards the house, walked a few steps and then changed direction.

System: "What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Jiu: "I think I might have broken a bone."

His hand was hanging in an unnatural position, and it hurt badly.

He has to go to the hospital.

Not far away is the small supermarket. When Qiao Jiu passed by, he was stopped by the staff in the store: "Why don't you go home?"

Qiao Jiu saw the car parked outside the supermarket outside: "Is Uncle Lu there?"

The boss here is surnamed Lu, who is his father's former classmate, and should be in the store at this time.

At this time, the supermarket has already started to pack up and prepare to close. The aunt nodded: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Jiu tried to reach out his hand, but failed: "My hand was smashed."

The aunt was startled, and hurriedly called out to the inside: "Boss! Boss!"

The person next to him brought over a stool and helped Qiao Jiu to sit down: "What's going on?"

Joe hasn't sat down for a long time. His hands hurt, but his legs are fine.

He touched his nose: "I was hit by a basketball."

"Who did it!" Auntie said angrily, "So immoral!"

After a few more words, a man came out from inside, frowning: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Jiu's voice was weak: "Uncle Lu, my hand hurts..."

The people around gathered around, and you started talking to each other, and then the man saw Qiao Jiu with a pale face: "Don't be afraid, uncle will take you to the hospital."

He ordered a few words to the clerk: "Close the door first, Xiaoxie and I will go to the hospital together."

Xiao Xie is the female employee who moved the stool for Qiao Jiu.

Before leaving, the cashier's aunt gave Qiao Jiu a box of candies.

Qiao Jiu thanked Auntie.

His hand seemed to be broken, and he was sweating profusely from the pain.

I just caught a ball, I didn't expect it to be so serious.

Qiao Jiu looked at the plaster on his hand without any fluctuations in mood, and even wanted to draw on it.

System: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The system was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Sun Jie is outside."

Qiao Jiu raised his eyes: "Can I go out just now?"

The system understood Qiao Jiu's meaning: "Yes, he is around the corner and cannot see you."

"That's good," Qiao Jiu said cheerfully, got up and walked out the door.

One of the two people who sent him here went to pay the fee, and the other went out to drive, and now he is alone in the ward.

It was only when I got out of the ward that I realized that not only was it quiet in the ward, but it was also very quiet outside. There was no one around, and the white light shone on the walls and floor, making it look extraordinarily cold.

Qiao Jiu walked in the direction the system said, moving as lightly as possible, but he still made sounds unavoidably, each and every sound seemed to be ringing in his heart, as if something had been hitting him, pushing his heart up slowly. .

He just felt like his heart was about to jump out.

But the quarrel on the other side of the corner soon overwhelmed Qiao Jiu's voice.

It is better to say that it is a quarrel than a one-sided cry.

Qiao Jiu is very familiar with this voice, Xie Xu's mother.

The usually friendly and enthusiastic woman seems to have encountered something unacceptable at this time, her voice is full of despair: "What did I do wrong! Can't you tell me well, do you have to use this method! In my previous life Do I owe you?!"

"Your father doesn't care about you, I will take care of you, I will feed you and clothe you, I treat you better than my own son, is this how you repay me?!"

Qiao Jiu stopped on the spot and asked the system, "Aunt Xie and Sun Jie?"

"Correct."

Aunt Xie's voice kept ringing, with tears and resentment.

And Sun Jie didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

After coming over for a while, Aunt Xie's voice gradually quieted down, as if she was tired from crying, or didn't want to talk anymore.

Qiao Jiu looked around the corner, both of them were facing him sideways, Aunt Xie was sitting on the ground covering her face and sobbing softly, Sun Jie was looking at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face.

He was wearing short sleeves today, Qiao Jiu looked over and was a little dazed: "Is there a wound on his hand?"

"Yes," the system said, "or is it still drawn?"

Qiao Jiu squinted his eyes and looked at his arm carefully. There were many wounds on it, mottled and messy, some had scabs, and some seemed to have been incised not long ago, long and short, deep and shallow, making the scalp numb.

Sun Jie raised his hand and pulled his hair.

Suddenly a light flashed in Qiao Jiu's mind: "Do you think he has drawn something on his hand?"

"Go back!" The system said, "Your Uncle Lu is coming back."

At that very moment, Qiao Jiu felt as if he knew something. He thought carefully about the thought that just flashed through him, but he didn't catch it.

He walked back to the ward slowly, sighing inwardly.

Not long after returning to the ward, Uncle Lu came back: "Let's go home."

Qiao Jiu looked out the door, but there was no movement outside.

On the way to school the next day, Qiao Jiu received everyone's attention.

This feeling is a bit novel, after all, everyone used to look at his face, but now they look at his hands.

Qiao Jiu: "I'm going to cut my hair."

"Cut it," said the system rarely playing games, chatting with Qiao Jiu under a small quilt: "No one is stopping you."

But the appearance of Altman covered with a small pink quilt is really eye-catching.

Qiao Jiu discussed with him: "Can you change the color of the quilt?"

"No change," he wrapped his little quilt tightly, "I just like this."

"All right, all right," Qiao Jiu said, "You're happy."

Then looked away.

Qiao Jiu almost entered the classroom by stepping on the bell, and the class teacher followed behind him.

He still likes Qiao Jiu, he is quiet and obedient, and his grades are good: "What happened to your hand? Are you okay?"

"I was smashed when I went home last night." Qiao Jiu shook his head: "It's okay."

"Can you still write?"

Qiao Jiu is left-handed, but he was corrected by his mother when he was a child, so he has always written with his right hand.

The original is also written with the right hand.

Qiao Jiu pursed his lips: "I can do it with my left hand too."

With a sullen face, Zhou Wei got up and let Qiao Jiu in.

Qiao Jiu actually saw Zhou Wei as soon as he entered the door, and he couldn't help but find it funny to see him still like this: "What's wrong with you?"

He stared at Qiao Jiu's hand: "Who did it?"

"Speak well!" Qiao Jiu kicked Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei's arrogance disappeared instantly: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"What's the matter?" Qiao Jiu smiled, "Ask your buddies."

He looked towards Lu Yike: "How do I know?"

Zhou Wei didn't speak any more.

After a while, Zhou Wei said again: "Shall I help you take notes?"

Qiao Jiu glanced at him: "Remember your own well."

"I'm too lazy to remember."

"Then you still say help me?"

"You are different."

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Jiu and Zhou Wei were a little dazed.

It was Qiao Jiu who reacted first and threw the notebook over: "Remember it well."

Zhou Wei remembers being serious, pressing the notebook with one hand and holding the pen in the other. When he lowers his head, he can see the smooth outline, the straight nose bridge and the heroic eyebrows.

When the wind blows in, the short hair on his head will move with it.

How handsome, Qiao Jiu thought.

Too bad it's not mine.

"What a pity," Altman folded the quilt: "If you like it, go for it! Don't be cowardly!"

"What a fart," Qiao Jiu said, "I also went to the last world, what happened?"

"Accident," the system said, "Isn't there a bit of an accident in the last world?"

"What accident?"

"It can't be said, it can't be said." The old god of the system is there: "This kind of thing can't be said."

"Oh!"

"By the way, Jiujiu, do you still remember what happened in the last world?"

"Need I remind you? I'm not extracting memories."

"Long time."

"Ok?"

"You are not cute."

"..."

"No wonder my master doesn't want to take you."

"It's good to leave."