Wake up......

The faint voice in my ear kept repeating.

Wake up......

The gentle, never-ending familiar female voice swirled again and again, one moment as if it was still in the ear, and the next moment it came from thousands of miles away.

"Wake up! Mercer! ”

A thunderous roar appeared on the scene, dispelling all unreal illusions and dreams.

"Yes! Be. ”

Subconsciously bounced up from the table, quickly blinked his blurred eyes, and rubbed the corners of his mouth with his cuffs by the way. He was so proficient after three years of struggling under high-pressure education that the Chinese teacher, who had always been known for his strictness, was choked by his hand.

The brightly lit classroom was filled with students, and on the blackboard were large passages of annotations and appreciative of ancient poems—all too familiar.

“…… The content of this class is very important, and I see that your usual attitude is also good, so you must not slack off from now on. ”

Lao Li, who is a special Chinese teacher, said bitterly and helped him turn to the number of pages he was commenting on.

The fingers that hold the chalk for a long time have a thick layer of calluses on the side, and they are stained with white chalk ash that cannot be avoided every day.

"You are the same! Don't think I don't know how many of you are deserting, especially some! ”

He coughed heavily, his gaze piercing the last row like a sword.

And some people named Lu Mingfei still have a happy face to meet with the beautiful senior sister in their dreams.

When the same table mate who was also out of the world pushed him awake, he still looked dazed, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, and subconsciously asked stupidly, "Is it time to eat?"

The class laughed.

So by the time Lu Mingfei went to the corridor with a dejected face, and Lao Li moistened his throat to end his life teaching, it was already twenty minutes later.

Can......

"How could I ......"

Mercer looked down at the scratchbook on the table, the cover of which read 'Shilan Middle School'. Whether it's the touch, the sight, or the pungent smell of inferior paper that no school can avoid, it's clear that he's not dreaming.

How did I end up here?

I shouldn't-

Should-

Where should I be?

A series of question marks drifted through his mind, and instinctively, Mercer felt that he had forgotten something important, but when he thought about it, he suddenly felt that it was not a big deal.

Well, forget it.

More than that, he wondered how he could fall asleep in class.

At least in his memory, there was already a ...... after the crossing

How long has it been since you slept in?

A layer of fog abruptly blocked his memories of the past, and the bell for the end of class to save the students from the dire situation also happened to ring.

Lao Li, who was interrupted, didn't seem to be very happy, and it seemed that he hadn't switched from the teaching mode yet, but after all, Shilan Middle School was not a high school that would give teachers hard indicators every year. According to the regulations, the management is still very lax - for example, the class is left on time and never delayed.

After the excited "goodbye teacher" of the students, Lao Li picked up the lesson plan and walked out of the classroom, and by the way, he made eye contact with Lu Mingfei, who was also happy, and then kindly invited him to the office.

Poor child.

Mercer shook his head, sorted out his textbooks, and walked out of the classroom.

Walking past the door of the office, he seemed to be able to see Lu Mingfei's declining downward brows when he tilted his head slightly.

Like a flock of birds leaving their nests, the students walked out of the school building and then dispersed in twos and threes – some of them chose to go home to eat, others chose to eat in the cafeteria.

However, since Shilan Middle School does not have a dormitory, but adopts a full-day mode of teaching, most of the people who choose to stay in the school do so that they can return to the classroom as soon as possible.

Or make an appointment with your partner or something.

Deftly bypassing a few whispering couples in the woods, Mercer took a loaf of bread and a carton of milk and came to a bench in the corner of the middle of the wall, ready to begin his meal.

After three years of hard high school, I will experience the life of this so-called aristocratic middle school again......

It's always very pleasant.

Satisfied, I took a bite of the cheap bread produced by the school bakery, and drank a sip of pure milk, although it was a very simple enjoyment, but this simple life without thinking about anything was really enviable.

"Hey—"

A bag climbed over a wall of about three meters and landed right in front of Mercer, who was enjoying lunch and fresh air.

“？？？”

With a confused face, he looked at the bag, which seemed to be exactly the same as the shoulder bag commonly used by RB high school students in the anime.

Through the pendant on the side, you can probably see that this is a girl's bag.

Then he subconsciously looked at the wall.

"Yikes!"

Energetic cries came from above, not so much screams of fear as exclamations of surprise and excitement.

At the same time, a seemingly thin palm firmly pressed the top edge of the wall, and then a sassy figure quickly climbed up from that end, supported with one hand, and with both legs properly flexed, it crossed the wall in a standard and neat posture.

Mercer tilted his head in a daze, chewing on a piece of bread mixed with milk.

In his eyes, the girl's flying ponytail and skirt were reflected, and in the girl's eyes, the boy's stunned face was full.

"Bang."

It was like a piece of paper falling from a literal height of at least two meters, but it didn't make much noise.

The relaxed expression without pressure, and the skillful movement of getting up after bending the knee and unloading, it was enough to see that it was not the first time that the girl in front of her had done such a thing.

"Goodo......"

Mercer swallowed the food in her mouth, and the girl bent down and patted the dust on the upper of her shoe.

Both of them act as if the other doesn't exist, and each does what he has to do.

“……”

As if the long ponytail was too heavy at the back of her head, she tore off the rubber band that had been tied for less than ten seconds, and let her waterfall-like black hair spread softly from the concentration to both sides.

“……”

The girl stared at the person sitting on the bench in front of her who was silent.

Mercer calmly took a bite of the bread.

Drink milk with your head down.

"Hey, can't you see?"

It's not malicious, it's not arrogant, it's just a feeling of stating your doubts very often.

"See what?"

Mercer chewed her food and looked up at the girl.

It was excessively neat.

Although he couldn't see the exact appearance—as it had been clouded when he tried to unearth his old memories—he knew very well that behind that fog was something unusually beautiful.

I had never met before, and I was very familiar with each other, and the two completely opposite impressions were combined without conflict.

"See me! I just jumped off the wall. ”

The girl waved her small fists, the summer school uniform had short sleeves on the top and a mid-length skirt on the bottom, and it was hard to imagine that it could burst out with the strength to support a person in an instant.

"Hmmm......"

Swallowing the food, Mercer found it difficult to describe his feelings in a few words—he had good strength but couldn't see it at all, girl, you have good physical gifts, and your muscles are good—these words didn't suit the atmosphere of the school, and it was laborious to describe them normally.

So he nodded approvingly, and ate the last bit of food in one bite.

Accustomed to moving between tall buildings, he had no idea that for a high school student who followed the rules, these were very handsome and worthy of a series of surprises, even if they were not out of line.

"What grade are you?"

The girl leaned down slightly, staring earnestly into his eyes, which were still in a semi-fugue state.

"Ah, second grade."

People who have graduated a long time ago are asked what grade they are, and there is a sense of confusion.

"Then I'm going to call you senior."

As if out of social etiquette, the girl politely remarked, and then took out a piece of paper and pen like a trick.

"So senior, I see that you are gifted, and your ideological consciousness must be different from ordinary people, so can you help make a questionnaire?"

“……”

It looks like a street merchandiser.

No matter how serious it is in the last second, Amway will start immediately in the next second.

Mercer took the paper, somewhat speechless, and then began to fill out the questionnaire titled 'On the Possibility of Anime Episodes Repeating Themselves in Life and the Impact of Fantasy Creatures (and Creatures with Supernatural Powers) on Real Life.'

The whimsical level of the content is not at all weaker than this terrible title.

"I just want to ask, have you watched "The Melancholy of Haruhi in the Cool Palace"."

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

That kind of affirmation is like saying, 'You actually asked such a stupid question, normal high school students, even normal people, even earthlings, even aliens, superpowers, future people, and people from other worlds, shouldn't they all have watched this very wonderful and learning anime?' ’。

"And then you're going to set up an SOS branch of Shilan Middle School?"

Mercer hung out of the corner of her eyes and looked at the girl with the eyes of a caring secondary school child.

"If the school agrees, my twentieth application for establishment should have been successfully handed over to the principal's desk, bypassing the Dean of Students and the Head of Year."

The girl shrugged her shoulders and said something that showed that she was not weaker than the head of the group.

"Oh yes, I'll figure it out myself, so don't think about coming in and taking my position as leader - by the way, I'm not going to set up a deputy leader."

"Hey, girl, you really need treatment."

Mercer grumbled, returning the completed questionnaire to her.

"Eh, hey, just kidding~ not cooperating at all, the senior is really an indifferent person."

The girl stuck out her tongue cutely, and instantly switched from the indifferent/strong/disobedient/group leader mode just now to a normal energetic female high school student.

"That's right, leave a class name for the senior, maybe you need the senior's help in the future. That's the only one, please don't say no? ”

She grinned and walked around the back, placing the paper and pen lightly on his shoulder, which was relatively flat because of the bent over.

"Well, borrow a position~ What's the name of the senior?"

A gentle breath pounded against his neck, and mischievous strands of hair hung down his side and across his cheeks.

The pen rests on the paper, and the light strokes seem to be writing the remarks prefix of 'name' and 'class'.

It was a warm afternoon, but the undetectable heat through the fabric was still very obvious.

"My name is ......"

Nor did he have a reason to refuse.

Then he spoke, and saw the mysterious fog begin to dissipate.

- Mercer?