Haoran righteousness, the luck of the three gods entered the Dharma phase, and drove the Dharma of 'Senluo Wanxiang' to the greatest extent.

"This thing is the same as the god fighting technique, please ask the god to luck and strengthen the autologous technique, I feel that I have a great advantage now." Li Yun felt the powerful luck of the law behind him, and he was a little dizzy, an incomparably powerful force surging in his body, but this power did not belong to him, it was only used to drive the existence of the spell.

"You're reinforced, get on. The system said: "The Senluo you are using now can make the illusion as close to reality as possible..."

"Max, so is it true or fake?" Li Yun quipped.

"True and false, false and true, big dream Huangliang, Zhuang Zhou dream butterfly, who knows the truth or falsehood, or in this case, it doesn't matter if it's true or false, where you see it, it's true. ”

As soon as the voice of the system fell, everything had already opened, with the illusion as the egg and the world as the nest, giving birth to the most real illusion.

"All things are false, all things are allowed. ”

The words fell, and everything was done...

...

is still in that vocal room, but the current vocal room is not dusty, and the window is not dark and inky, and the sunlight outside the vocal room is like a spring breeze.

Zhang Caihua looked at everything around him, not knowing if he was dreaming, but when he felt the warm sunshine around him and pinched his face, he found that all this was not a dream.

Looking at himself on the school card, with a long ponytail and a sweet smile, it was his young self...

Zhang Caihua touched the wall, and the touch was so real... No, it's real.

"Is this true or not?" muttered Zhang Caihua, feeling like she was living in a dream.

At this moment, a voice interrupted Zhang Caihua's thoughts, a fat man who was a little fat and had a high hairline, hurriedly said: "Zhang Caihua, what are you doing in a daze, just wait a minute." ”

After speaking, the fat man threw the acoustic guitar in his hand into Zhang Caihua's hand.

Zhang Caihua was stunned, took the acoustic guitar, and muttered, "Teaching director..."

", Dean of Education?" the fat man looked around suddenly, and at the same time breathed a long sigh of relief, and blamed: "Where is the Dean of Education, why don't you scare me, if you scare the last bit of my hair out, you will have to pay for it." ”

The fat man touched his hair carefully, touched it, and dropped a handful, seeing that the fat man wanted to cry without tears, speechless and condensed...

Zhang Caihua looked at the fat man and smiled, and didn't say anything, just looked at the surrounding scene.

I was on the stage, and I was on the stage...

Holding his own acoustic guitar, he sat in his own place.

At this time, a teenager stood up, with neat short hair, wearing a white school uniform, with a sunny smile on his face, exuding a taste that only belongs to young people.

"Do you miss me! I'm back!hahahahahaha!"

"Wu Wei—"

"Wu Wei—"

"Wu Wei—"

There was a burst of voices at the scene, the students were boiling, in broad daylight, holding glow sticks and stickers were swaying wildly, and one by one, the good students who were originally in the class instantly turned into little fan girls.

"I'm so jealous, if I'm handsome, I can do whatever I want, why can't I be so handsome, I'm not convinced!" The fat man stood next to him with an electronic piano, his face full of jealousy.

"Haha, fat man, you should lose weight, otherwise I won't even be half as handsome, and there will be no girls who like you in the future." Wu Wei shook off his non-existent hair, grinned and said, "You, exercise it, otherwise the hairline will continue to rise." ”

"Cut, I'm not, it's impossible to exercise, it's impossible to exercise in this life, I might as well go home and chase comics when I have this time... Hurry up, wait a minute, it's time to start performing, you give me a little leisure, this is the last time we sing this semester, you are the lead singer, the most important thing. The fat man pursed his lips and adjusted his electronic keyboard.

Wu Wei shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned around, looked at Zhang Caihua, and at the same time his face was close to her, and said with a puzzled expression: "Zhang Caihua, why are you crying..."

"I... Are you crying?" Zhang Caihua muttered to himself, not realizing that he had burst into tears, and stretched out his hand with a confused face, touching Wu Wei's face, feeling the warmth transmitted from above.

It's true, it's Wu Wei, Wu Wei, who hasn't changed anything from the temperature of his body to his tone.

Now Zhang Caihua doesn't know if he crossed over or what...

"Ahh I said don't touch my face all the time, especially in public. Although Wu Wei complained, he did not stop Zhang Caihua's next move, and then said with a smile: "By the way, did you answer the question I asked you back then..."

"The answer... Are you waiting?" Zhang Caihua said, staring into Wu Wei's eyes.

Wu Wei nodded.

However, just when Zhang Caihua took a deep breath and wanted to say something, Wu Wei reached out to cover her mouth again, and grinned: "Don't say it yet, tell me the answer when the singing is over, I'll wait..."

"Well, when the singing is over, finish the singing that I wasn't able to come to at the time. ”

Zhang Caihua nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and put on the guitar strings, not thinking much about whether this is reality or falsehood, whether it was the past or the present, only thinking that he is a guitarist now, belongs to the campus, belongs to the third class, and belongs to the guitarist of the band.

The students in the audience shouted and cheered for the singers on stage.

Soon, the drummer, the bass, the gaffer, all in place ...

"I'm not fighting alone! Unlike back then, everyone is by my side today... I have a great advantage, and I have nothing to be afraid of..."Wu Wei took a deep breath and brought the microphone to his mouth.

The strings of the guitar sounded, the bass player played, the electronic organ jumped, and the lights went up—

The students in the audience were quiet, waiting for the next singing, everyone was looking forward to Wu Wei's singing and the sound of the band.

Wu Wei spoke slowly, and the singing voice that belonged to him sounded, some low, some vicissitudes, completely different from the handsome young voice that usually spoke out of his mind.

[At first, I only believed]

[Great is feelings]

[In the end, I couldn't see it clearly]

[Tough is fate]

[You still choose to go back]

[He stings your heart, but you refuse to wake up]

[You say that love is a dream]

...