As it approached midnight, the dormitory was still brightly lit. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Six people sat around the long table, staring intently at their computers, all of them looking bitter and hateful.

Every graduation season, most of the dead and alive who are tossed by papers are like this.

Fang Cheng had just finished writing a paper review, loosened his hands on the keyboard, and was about to rest for a while, when a new message popped up on the QQ client.

After finding out that it was a message from his girlfriend Chen Yuege, he looked overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously became a little more curvature.

"Let's break up"

It's just five words, but it's as heavy as a thousand pounds. In the next moment, Fang Cheng seemed to fall from the clouds into the abyss, his heart was bored, and his blood was surging.

"Sorry, the phone you are calling is turned off......"

"Slap" Fang Cheng suddenly jumped up and flipped over the chair under his buttocks.

"Why are you going?" Wang Ruoyun, who was sitting opposite, was startled by him.

Fang Cheng didn't answer, he rushed out of the dormitory directly, ran wildly all the way, and soon disappeared into the night.

At half past two in the morning, Fang Cheng curled up at the junction of the train carriage, looking at his mobile phone expressionlessly, and the whole person fell into a kind of crazy hysteria.

There was a cacophony of noises in his eardrums, as if thousands of insects were hissing, but he didn't care.

The only thought he had now was to cross thousands of miles to find Chen Yuege and ask her to explain in person.

Millions of miles away, far away in space.

In the darkness of the universe, there was suddenly a touch of golden light.

"Chen Yanqing, you can't run!" A purple light followed, and soon caught up with the golden light.

High-frequency electromagnetic waves sweep across a radius of millions of kilometers, transmitting this message.

With a flash of golden light, it actually turned around in a square inch, bursting towards the azure planet, and finally turned into a black light and disappeared into the background of the universe.

"Damn, how can there be a new civilization here!" the purple light was stunned and turned into a monk in green clothes.

The monk in Tsing Yi stood proudly in space, looking at the human civilization planet that gave birth to countless lives, and stopped.

Every planet that can give birth to human civilization may be the Dao system left by the great power of the earth immortals who have set foot in the heavens and all worlds.

In a hurry, even he was reluctant to get involved easily.

The monk in Tsing Yi took out an ancient jade pendant from his bosom, and his divine sense invaded it, and soon connected to the nearest contact site set up by the sect in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

"Unknown star field, the discovery of a nascent civilization, the civilization level is preliminarily judged to be level two, the highest combat power is a real person, request to activate the Zhou Tian positioning ......" He sent an encrypted message to the contact site, directly to the high-level strategic analysis department.

"I'll see where you're going. The monk in Tsing Yi looked at the strange planet, feeling that the victory was in hand, and his mood was full of joy.

After Chen Yanqing broke through the atmosphere, he was immediately surrounded by countless microorganisms endemic to the earth, and countless xenomorphic beings frantically squeezed into his body, like greedy gluttony, devouring his flesh and blood.

"I'm back," he said, looking down at the growing expanse of land beneath his feet, vaguely discerning the direction of his hometown, and trying his best to fall in that direction.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Chen Yanqing was selected by the Dustless Sword Sect to cross the star field on a seven-star flying boat.

It's a pity that the immortal path is ruthless, and if you are not careful, you will fall into a situation from which you will never recover.

Many former rivals attacked him one after another, and several great enemies joined forces to kill his immortal body, but they could not wear down his will.

With the help of the trace of true spirit left by his past footsteps in the Ten Thousand Realms, he finally returned to his home planet.

The fallen leaves return to their roots and sleep here for a long time, which is probably his final destination.

"Xiyun, wait for me ......" Chen Yanqing closed his eyes, and a shadow flashed in his mind.

At this moment, a trembling feeling suddenly appeared in his soul.

"This is?" Chen Yanqing saw a green leather train speeding by, and at the junction of the train's carriages, a handsome young man sat on the ground in despair.

"Boom!" The huge impact force almost cut the entire train in half, and after the power electric short circuit, a huge current was generated and soon ignited the flammable materials in the car, and the raging flames quickly engulfed everything.

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In a dimly lit boys' dormitory, a few yellow wooden stools were placed haphazardly on the edge of the bed, and a pile of empty wine bottles fell to the floor, mixed in with various styles of slippers.

"Brother Cheng, what time is it?"

When the alarm clock rang for the third time, a fat man sat up from the wooden bed, rubbing his eyes, and a hangover was faintly visible on his face.

"Is there any water?" At this moment, a low voice came from the fat man's upper bunk.

"It's still hot, Brother Cheng, are you either?" the fat man casually handed over a bottle of nutrition express next to his buttocks.

"Get out" Fang Cheng pushed away the drink handed by his roommate with one hand, and the ghost knew if this milky drink had been added with any condiments.

"Hehe" The fat man saw that the plan did not succeed, and really showed a bad smile.

Fang Cheng looked at the fat man's smile, and suddenly had an unreal feeling, he looked as if he was a few years younger, and his short hair turned into long hair.

So he took out a Nokia mobile phone from under the pillow, and he found that the phone was new, the upper left corner of the screen was not broken, and the pendant was empty, and even the crystal fish that Chen Yuege gave him was no longer there.

"October 16, 2009, 9:51 a.m." A minute later, Fang Cheng carefully glanced at the screen of his mobile phone a few times before confirming that he was not mistaken.

Was it reborn or crossed?

Fang Cheng suddenly remembered that he was writing his graduation thesis "last night", and then received a breakup message from his girlfriend Chen Yuege, so he got on the train to Beijing overnight......

So what the hell brought me back to three years ago, back to my freshman year?

Looking at the reflection on Nokia's screen, Fang Cheng suddenly felt that his appearance had become a little unfamiliar.

"What the hell is going on?" Fang Cheng asked himself, but found that he couldn't find any answers.

His heart was full of hesitation and uneasiness, as if his life had suddenly experienced a rewind, and there was a feeling of time and space confusion.

Is everything just a dream, and is everything you experience "in your dreams" just your own fantasy?

An hour later, sitting in the spacious classroom, taking a big class with the students of his brother class, Fang Cheng kept wandering.

The professor stood on the podium and impassionedly explained the history of Western literature, but he didn't listen to a word, and the whole person was in a state of almost sleepwalking.

"I wonder how they taste?"

Seeing the crowd in the classroom, such a terrible thought suddenly popped into Fang Cheng's mind.

Fear, amazement, and boredom poured in, like a tidal wave, constantly lifting his emotions up the clouds and falling to the earth.

"This ...... It's definitely not my idea!" Fang Cheng was a little hysterical, "Who are you?"

"I'm Fang Cheng," a phantom voice responded, as if asking and answering himself.

Fang Cheng felt his head tighten, as if blood was rushing up, making him a little dizzy.

"No, I don't want to eat people" Fang Cheng's mind was buzzing, and it was this sentence that he thought about over and over again.

Countless fragments of broken memories flashed in his mind, constantly eroding his original memories.

Gradually, those unfamiliar memories replaced everything he had experienced in the past eighteen years, and a new personality was about to be formed.

"Get out!" Fang Cheng suddenly roared.

The large classroom, which was originally bustling, suddenly fell silent for a moment. The surrounding classmates stared at Fang Cheng as if they were looking at a madman.

The old professor, who was over sixty years old, frowned and waved his hand at Fang Cheng, motioning for him to leave the classroom by himself.

Fang Cheng didn't care about anything, so he stumbled out of the big classroom. The people in the classroom looked at him in embarrassment and let out a sparse laugh.

"I'm Fang Cheng" The phantom voice kept ringing in his mind, making him unable to concentrate on anything, and the whole person seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, classmate?"

Fang Cheng, who was walking halfway down the road, almost bumped into a passing girl.

"I'm sorry, I've borrowed it" Fang Cheng leaned sideways, as if squeezing through a narrow corridor that didn't exist.

The girl looked at him with some inexplicability, wondering if he was really sick or if he deliberately showed this strange movement to attract the attention of others.

Before he could take three steps, Fang Cheng suddenly fell to the ground, black blood oozing from his ears and nose, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, as if it didn't exist.

"Hey, classmate, are you alright?" came the girl behind her.

When Fang Cheng woke up again, it was already a quarter past seven in the evening.

He was a little hungry, but the smell of disinfectant between his mouth and nose had slowed down his hunger a little.

Fang Cheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked up at the white ceiling, stunned, he was afraid of his dangerous thoughts.

He even had some doubts about whether he was possessed by something, why did he have the illusion of wanting to eat people?

"This student has some hypoglycemia, so he should pay attention to his usual diet, don't go to class on an empty stomach often, and remember to eat breakfast every day. The doctor's voice came intermittently outside the door.

"Okay, thank you, doctor" The person who talked to the doctor was his roommate in the same bedroom, the fat man Wang Ruoyun.

Fang Cheng suddenly sighed, the fat man is really good, although the friendship is still shallow, but there is nothing to say about being a man, it is worth making deep friends.

"Fatty, come in"

"Hey, Brother Cheng, you're awake, but you're scared to death," Wang Ruoyun shouted in a huff.

"Thank you" Fang Cheng nodded a little embarrassedly, his gratitude overflowing.

"Don't thank me, you have to thank Xin Jie. An unfamiliar name popped out of Wang Ruoyun's mouth.

"Xin Jie?"

"Yes, she sent you back, you remember to give the medical expenses to others, invite her to a meal and thank you. Wang Ruoyun smiled a little ambiguously.

"Do you have her phone?" Fang Cheng also reacted to what was going on, he was rescued by a female classmate at all, and she also paid the medical expenses in advance, which can be said to be benevolent and righteous, and this is really a good thank you.

"No, the doctor left it for you," Wang Ruoyun seemed to hand over a piece of stationery.

On the letter paper is a line of Juan Xiu's handwriting: Xin Jie, foreign Chinese preschool education.