[Comprehensive] Cang Mi-kun who travels irregularly

Warm, dizzy, like being washed in warm water in the washing machine, not very comfortable.

"Game, game~wake up~"

Is this voice from within the city?

The eyes opened slowly, and the game raised its head vaguely.Familiar faces, bright white lights, and blackboards filled with various formulas.

"Game, game!" shouted softly.

Yuyu turned his head and saw Jouchi lying on the table looking at himself with an expression that couldn't bear to look directly at him, and kept muttering: It's terrible.

"Inside the city... that's right! How can I be in the city...Ah!"

The head was hit by a book with considerable force.

You looked up in confusion, and saw his math teacher in high school standing behind him with a twisted smile. The look of hiding a knife in that smile reminded him instantly of the fear of being a student who was once shrouded in hell mode homework.

"Muto Yuki, did you sleep soundly? Did you dream that you could pass the exam? No? It doesn't seem to be a dream, it's because you already know it, and you don't need to learn anymore, right? Otherwise, how could you sleep? Right? In this case, the mock exam in a few days will definitely become a dark horse and rank among the best."

"No, no, no, I'm not, I'm not!" You You cried and waved his hands to show his innocence.

"No? Then tell me what is the answer to the third question on page 30 of textbook No.[-]?"

Youyou panicked and stood up holding the book, flipping and flipping, Cheng Nei coughed loudly, and Youyou was so frightened that his hands trembled, only then did he realize that he had taken the wrong book...

"Teacher..." Yu You wept and turned his face cautiously.

Teacher Nakamura, who is cute, gentle, ghostly, and crazy, said with a smile: "Today's homework is written by others, but you have to write it ten times. Copy the pages you learned five times, and you will be able to memorize them. Tomorrow is the time." Come to my office and I will personally listen to your recitation. See you soon~^-^"

Game: QAQ!

……

Looking back suddenly, he returned to the campus he was extremely familiar with, and suddenly pinched his cheek.

It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!Isn't it a dream?

"Yi Yu, what are you doing?" Tapiro looked over worriedly.

"Hey, Honda, are you stupid? How could you pinch yourself?" Jouchi looked confused, Honda squinted his eyes, rubbed his chin and said in thought: "Maybe, look at him like this..."

"What?! Damn Nakamura! He played the game like this and left him with such serious psychological trauma!"

You You sighed, and helplessly stopped the two bad friends who were muttering and guessing behind him, and said that he was fine, but he was not used to it because the exam was suddenly approaching.

This reason immediately made Jouchi, who is a scumbag, nod his head in agreement.

"Me too, game! Even though school just started, I didn't expect the time to fly by so fast, and there are still a few days until the end of the term! It's too fast!"

"Stupid, that's because you know how to play all day long!"

"Ah, bastard Honda, what can you say about me being stupid, don't you just play around all day long?!"

"But who told me that my grades are better than yours~"

"hateful!"

"Okay, you two..." Noticing Kyoko who was about to erupt, Kairiya quickly stepped in, and persuaded with a good temper: "Keep your voice down, everyone in the classroom is here."

The city became a little quieter, but Honda rolled his eyes at him, sticking out his tongue, fearing that the world would not be chaotic: "Beep——"

"Ahhhhhhh! Honda!"

boom!

"Give me some peace, you guys!!!"

"Oh! Kyoko, spare me!" X2

"Why was I also beaten?! QAQ"

Pfft, looking at the young bad friends who were being chased and beaten by Xingzi, the game laughed happily.

It's not bad to suddenly go back to the past.

Sunshine shines into this ordinary classroom through the window. The young teenagers are laughing and playing.

But in this bright classroom, there is still a trace of haze in the depths of the boy's violet pupils.

He didn't let go of his hand over his heart.

Everything in front of me is so beautiful, although I am puzzled about my arrival, but I don't care about it for some reason. The difference is, what is the feeling of emptiness deep in my heart?

Is it because I can't remember how I went back to the past?

Is it the anxiety of not knowing what is missing?

Or is it because... that person who keeps appearing in flashes in the memory, whose face can't be seen clearly at all?

……

After all, I used to be an adult, and after studying the game seriously for a few days at school, I quickly caught up with the current learning progress, and my grades naturally improved rapidly.

So much so that Keji, the only remaining student in the city, gnashed his teeth and hugged his neck, grinding his hair into a chicken coop.Because of this, the former teacher Nakamura looked at him differently.

Mr. Nakamura made a confused face: Are you really enlightened? !

In the past few days, he has gradually discovered that this place is actually somewhat different from what he remembered.Just like studying, in his memory, it was after another year or two that he started to master the tricks, fell in love with learning, and improved his grades because he participated in the cram school specially organized by Kyoko and Tapirang for them.

Here, he has changed himself now, and others around him have also changed more or less.

Jouchi's father changed his ways and now works in a car repair shop. Kyoko applied for the opportunity to go to the United States after graduation.

Honda and Kairyo have changed very little, but the one that has changed the most is the hippocampus.

Here, Haima is their former classmate and good friend. He inherited the Haima Entertainment Group when he was in middle school, so he is just a name, no longer going to school, and develops Haima Entertainment Group together with his younger brother.

Feeling such a real and beautiful life, Yu Yu couldn't help but fell into deep thought. Did he go back to the past and change the future, or was it just a prescient, absurd dream?

jingle bell~~~

The ringing of the class bell interrupted his thinking, and he broke away from the dangerous state of confusion just now. He shook his head, and secretly told himself not to think too much for the time being.

At this time, the door was opened with a swipe, and all the students cheered up, watching Mr. Nakamura walk in with the handout.

However, to the surprise of the students and the game, behind Mr. Nakamura, a person who appeared in his memory for the first time walked in.

His long white hair was tied behind him, a white shirt and knitted vest, and a pair of black trousers made his legs slender and stylish.

Teacher Nakamura smiled, clapped his hands kindly, asked the students present to look here, and then introduced to everyone: "Everyone, this is Teacher Quan who started teaching Mandarin Chinese today, everyone should get along well with the teacher. Next Let him introduce himself to everyone."

"My name is Quanling Mussel."

Ordinary black-rimmed glasses couldn't cover that man's tough and handsome face. He pushed the glasses expressionlessly, and the golden-red pupils flashed behind the transparent lenses.The game feels cold.

"In the future, everyone... please give me more advice."

……

…………

The sky was cloudless, the high sun scorched the earth, and the black golden goshawk suddenly flew across the sky, leaving only a small dot moving on the majestic royal palace.

People in the palace were busy doing all kinds of trivial things, but no matter how busy they were, they would immediately slow down and slow down when they passed by the exquisitely carved door, lest they disturb the adults inside.

Even knowing that the door is very thick, no sound will come in unless you yell loudly.

Even knowing that the space on the other side of the door is very wide, that lord is located in the deepest part.

"My lord, it's time for you to rest."

On the other side of the door, the dark-skinned, noble priest lowered his head humbly, and said worriedly: "It's been a long time since dinner."

"No need." The low, unwavering voice carried an undeniable coercion.

Swipe, the owner of the voice skillfully put the corrected papyrus aside, picked up the next one, and continued to review without looking up.

"..." Xia Da opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound, and the other priests behind him looked at each other helplessly.

Since a few days ago, their king has suddenly become diligent.It's not that Wang was not diligent before, but compared with now, he is too 'hardworking'.For example, today, Wang has been working since the morning, and he canceled lunch including the associated rest on the grounds of lack of appetite. But it didn't stop.The current Wang not only over-fulfills the day's work every day, but also re-checks the previously controversial items and makes most of the revisions.

Several priests, including Seth and Isis, were full of praise after seeing the revised results of the king.Starting from a perspective they never thought of, they can diagnose the root cause more systematically and methodically. Compared with the method they discussed before, it is more rigorous, highly feasible, and more suitable for the current situation in Egypt.

The king deserves to be a king, and the priests had to sigh and be deeply proud.

Such a great king is their Pharaoh, their Egyptian god!

but……

Mahad's heart was broken, and he knelt down to their king in the hall: "My king, for you and for the future of Egypt, please take care of your body." Following his movements, the other priests froze for a moment and quickly kneel down.

"..." The hand holding the papyrus paused, Atum looked away from the content in his hand, and stared at the priests kneeling below without any meaning in his eyes.

"Are you threatening me?"

Seth put the Millennium Artifact on his chest and replied respectfully: "Please forgive me, we never meant that. You are our king and the supreme god in the hearts of all Egyptians. No one dares to disrespect you."

Atum narrowed his eyes.

The only woman among the priests, Isis wearing millennium-old jewelry put away the smile on her face and said in an extremely pious voice: "My lord, we are only fulfilling our mission, our lord, after you become Pharaoh From that moment on, in righteousness, we will protect you with our lives. So we beg you, please be more considerate of your own body."

"..." The young Pharaoh remained silent, looking at her unblinkingly.

Isis was unmoved, and the other priests were like stone statues, silent, and the whole room was dead silent.After a while, seeing the priests below who were determined to die with generosity, the young Pharaoh sighed, put down his work, and rubbed the space between his brows.

"Meals are prepared in the Summer Palace."

"Yes!" The priests, who were still still before, moved quickly. Xia Da and Kalim went to the summer palace to prepare in advance, and Seth and Akhnadin directed the attendants to sort out the stacks of papyrus.

Standing up from the throne, the pharaoh strode out of the hall with his dark red cloak raised behind him.

Seth Mahad and Isis quickly followed.

While walking through the corridor, Atum stopped suddenly.

Mahad, who was following behind him, was taken aback and found that his king was staring at a guard.

The guard, like the other guards, knelt down on one knee before the pharaoh came over. He was a little thin, wearing uniform clothes, and wearing a white turban on his head.

"Look up, let me see your face." Atum said lightly.

The guard kneeling beside him raised his head silently. He wisely didn't look at the Pharaoh, but just looked at the void.

He has black hair and black eyes, and his skin is lighter than most Egyptians, and is a slightly darker brown color.

mixed race?Mahad frowned.

"My lord, I will replace him now."

Hearing Mahad's words, the guard trembled and immediately lowered his head. Big drops of sweat oozed from his body and slid down to the floor.

You know, the guards who were replaced by the priests around the pharaoh would not end well.

"No need." Atum calmly withdrew his gaze, and continued to walk towards the door.

Pharaoh left, and Isis glanced at Mahad with a smile that was not a smile, and said in a soft voice: "Let's go."

Mahad was still looking at the guards kneeling there. Hearing her words, he turned his head, met Isis's unclear gaze, paused, turned around and walked past her, walking towards his king.

But Isis, who just said to leave, stayed instead, and gave the guard who was still kneeling on the ground a gentle smile before leaving.

Gates open, close.

After the few of them left, the guard still maintained the previous posture.

After a while, he slowly wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, revealing his obscure black pupils and a handsome face without any expression, let alone a trace of fear.

As the candlelight swayed, his shadow on the ground elongated and twisted strangely.

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