After returning to the dormitory from the school hospital, Fang Cheng logged in to his QQ and sent a space message: I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This year, WeChat has not yet been launched, and there is no WeChat circle of friends, and most students are still using QQ space and Renren.

So, soon many high school classmates, junior high school classmates, and friends commented.

"Didn't wake up?"

"It would be nice to have a few more rounds," commented a friend.

"A few more rounds would be good"

“……”

"A few more rounds would be good"

In the end, the building was crooked.

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!" Chen Yuege's comment suddenly popped up.

Fang Cheng smiled helplessly and turned off the phone screen casually.

He is no longer entangled in whether to live in a dream or to be reborn, because from a philosophical point of view, every person's personality is formed by experience.

Now he is able to look at the world with a normal heart, and Chen Yuege is no longer the whole color of life.

Life is not only about what is in front of you, but also about poetry and distance.

In the early morning of the second day, Fang Cheng woke up very early, he had already developed the habit of running in the morning in his junior year, and now that he is back in his freshman year, he doesn't like to lie in bed.

The University of Manchester in the early morning is unusually quiet.

Fang Cheng trotted all the way into the cafeteria, and he didn't see many students.

But within half an hour, the whole cafeteria will be boiling, because the group of men in the mechanical college are used to running morning exercises, which has become a tradition at Manchester University.

Fang Cheng bought breakfast, and then sat under the sculpture of Wang Yangming in front of the Wujiao Building, looking at the mountains in the distance.

That is Wangdu Peak, one of the four famous mountains in China, located in the south of Manchester City, stretching for more than 40 miles, the scenery is like a good one.

In the first semester of the third year of the "dream", when Chen Yuege came to Manchester City, they went there once, and left many good memories there.

"Boom" just as Fang Cheng fell into his memory, his heart suddenly stopped, and the whole world seemed to stand still in an instant.

Palpitations, panic...... Fang Cheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

At the moment, he is dominated by fear.

"Do you want to know the true meaning of life......" The nightmarish voice reappeared in his mind.

"Get out!" Fang Cheng roared silently, his mouth open, like a fish starved of water, but he couldn't make any sound.

After a few minutes of "plopping", his heart was beating normally again, and the strong plasma pressure squeezed his ribcage, making him retch.

Holding the stone chair with both hands, he stood up trembling all over, his whole body like a shaking sieve.

He tried to move his steps, but found that his legs were as heavy as lead, and his calves were numb and trembling.

Ten minutes later, Fang Cheng returned to the dormitory sweating profusely, as if he was dehydrated.

His face was an eerie pale color, as if it had been covered with a faint layer of silver leaf.

After entering the bathroom, Fang Cheng took off all his clothes and stood under the shower canopy, letting the cold tap water wash away.

His body trembled, but his heart was unusually calm.

Bouts of heat poured out of him, and for a moment the entire bathroom was filled with smoke.

An eerie black figure struggled behind him, as if trying to break free of some kind of restraint.

After eating at noon, Fang Cheng stayed on the bed and rested for a while, and the swelling pain on his body was a little better.

He took out his mobile phone and sent her a text message according to the phone number left by Xin Jie.

"I'm Fang Cheng, thank you yesterday, do you have time to meet in the afternoon?"

Xin Jie was probably busy with something, and it took half an hour to reply to him.

"Well, I'm going to go to Wujiao class later, about one fifty."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the gate of the Five Sects"

Seeing that Xin Jie agreed to meet, Fang Cheng took a comic book from the desk, stuffed a few banknotes into it, and prepared to hand it over to her later.

At one o'clock and forty, Fang Cheng left the dormitory with the comic book and rushed directly to the Fifth Teaching Building, he looked at the sculpture of Wang Yangming from a distance, and seemed to have a shadow in his heart.

Choosing other stone chairs and sitting down, Fang Cheng flipped through the comic book in his hand uneasily, as if something was urging him to calm down.

Finally, when it was time for class to approach, looking at the crowd of people, Fang Cheng's mood finally calmed down.

"Hey, where are you?" Xin Jie's voice was crisp and pleasant, revealing a bit of liveliness.

"I sat on a stone chair, to Wang Yangming's left. Fang Cheng looked for her in the crowd, but he was a little dazzled, as if everyone who looked at him looked like Xin Jie.

"Hey, Fang Cheng," Xin Jie's voice came from behind the tree on the side.

Fang Cheng turned his head to look and found that it was a girl in her early 160s.

She is a little baby fat, her face is ruddy and fair, her facial features are delicate, her long black hair is tied into a ponytail, she is wearing a red shirt on her upper body, a pair of light blue jeans on her lower body, and a pair of flat shoes with a clover logo on her feet, and she looks very refreshing.

She smiled as if the whole world had brightened a little.

"Thank you in advance for yesterday's events, are you free in the evening, I'll treat you to a meal" Fang Cheng is not an otaku who has never seen a woman, and he generously sent out an invitation.

"Well, I've got something going on at night, I'm afraid I can't do it."

"And what about tomorrow? Yesterday thanks to you...... Well, you can bring a few friends with you," Fang Cheng said very sincerely, and on the surface he didn't mean anything else.

"Okay then, call me tomorrow" Xin Jie was also a very cheerful person, she looked at Fang Cheng's appearance, and saw that he didn't look like a person with ulterior motives.

"Okay, that's it...... This is the medical bill you paid yesterday," Fang Cheng handed her the comic book in his hand.

"Well, I'll give you back the comics tomorrow" Xin Jie took the comic book and stacked it between the two textbooks in her hand.

"Then I won't bother you in class, goodbye"

"Goodbye" Xin Jie turned around and left, ran to the Five Teaching Building, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Fang Cheng looked at her distant back, his mood calmed down again, and he moved back.

When he walked in front of Wang Yangming's sculpture, he suddenly found that there were a few more lines of inscriptions under the sculpture, but they had never existed before.

"The ontology of knowledge and action is conscience and conscience"

The moral of this sentence is that consciousness and action are in harmony with the heart, which is the instinct of one's natural nature.

Only by following the choice of your heart can you discover your talent? Fang Cheng looked at this sentence with a stunned expression.

So what is that phantom sound in my head?

With a stomach full of doubts, Fang Cheng unconsciously returned to the dormitory, because it was the second half of the afternoon, so everyone stayed in the dormitory to rest.

"Fang Cheng, do you want to open the dark together at night?" Wang Ruoyun walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"League of Legends?" If you count everything that you have experienced in the "dream", Fang Cheng hasn't touched this game for about two years, he used to play it a lot when he first entered college, and later when he was with Chen Yuege, he was busy making porridge on the phone every day.

"Yes, five in a row. Four missing one"

"Okay, but I'll substitute it, I don't know how to play" Fang Cheng was a little depressed, and he also wanted to relax.