On the way back to the school classroom from the Internet café, Hua Weirong kept wondering who made this game.

This realm of cultivation is just his fiction, or is it his ...... I've seen it.

She also wanted to tell herself that these were all coincidences, but one similarity is a coincidence, and ten and hundreds of similarities can it still be a coincidence?

The setting of the entire cultivation world, the setting of the cultivation level, the setting of the martial arts school, and the setting of the elixir weapon......

Everything was the cultivation realm she was familiar with.

Sometimes I even feel that I am not a person who came out of this game, and my past does not exist at all, it is fictional!

Sighing, draw a slight look to calm your mind, these things, guessing is useless.

Back in the classroom, there were already more than a dozen students in the classroom, including Qi Yichen, who were playing cards.

Hua Weirong casually picked up the backmost position by the window to sit, but what he was thinking about was the recipe for some pills.

Those very basic pills, she didn't pay attention to them at all before, so the memory was not too clear, and she needed to recall it slowly.

"Hey, it's silent, what did you just do?" Gao Pan saw the painting and immediately asked in a loud voice.

Suddenly, everyone in the classroom turned their heads to look.

The school is not big, there are not many students, and if there are any strange classmates in a grade, it won't be long before the whole school will know the truth.

Therefore, the autism of painting micro-rong, students in the same grade basically know the Tao.

The painter didn't raise his head, and continued to write and draw on the paper.

Gao Pan frowned, directly dropped the cards in his hand and ran over and lay on the table where he painted Weirong, "What are you writing this, Washing the Essence and Cutting the Essence Pill?" Tianxuan in Yan Dan? Purifying the Poison Pill? ”

After Gao Pan finished reading, he was speechless, "Isn't this the elixir on "Mortal Cultivation"?" Why are you writing this. ”

Hua Weirong finally stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head and glanced at Gao Pan impatiently, "It's noisy." ”

“……”

Gao Pan was speechless, "Hey, then tell me, why are you writing this?" ”

"Can't I write?"

"Yes, but why are you writing this?"

Hua Weirong rubbed his eyebrows, then folded the paper and put it back in his pocket, turned around and walked out of the classroom.

Gao Pan was dumbfounded, he looked back at Qi Yichen and Le Zhengyu blankly, "She just left?" Depend on! ”

"Haha

The classroom was silent for a moment, and then an earth-shattering laugh erupted.

Le Zhengyu took off his glasses and wiped them carefully, "Panpan, your way of accosting you is wrong." ”

", who picked up someone!"

Qi Yichen patted Gao Pan's shoulder comfortingly, "It's you." ”

“……”

When she returned to the dormitory, the other three roommates in the dormitory had already arrived.

One of them is in the same class as Hua Weirong in the first year of high school, and the other two are divided from other classes.

"Painting silently? You're in this hostel too. It's really unlucky. Zhao Jiarui, who was wearing a bright yellow dress and light makeup on her face, said dissatisfiedly.

It was another girl in a white dress with a sweet smile who smiled at her, "Hello, I'm Shen Jinyan." ”

At this time, another girl who was dressed simply, compared with the radiant Zhao Jiarui and Shen Jinyan, was simply a homely girl, and she also stood up restrainedly, "I...... My name is Tian Qiuyue. ”

"Draw a small face." She spat out three words faintly.

"Hmph." Zhao Jiarui turned her face away, as if she was very disdainful of her.

Tian Qiuyue looked embarrassed, she was still holding the snacks given to her by Zhao Jiarui in her hand, Zhao Jiarui's attitude towards painting was so bad, she was really embarrassed.

Instead, Shen Jinyan smiled and said, "In the future, we will be roommates, and we will take care of each other." After all, we're going to live together for two years. There will be no classes in the third year of high school next year. Okay Jiarui, what contradiction do you have with Wei Rong, let's just talk about it in private, why make such a fuss? It's all in the same dormitory, can you still live for two years without talking? ”

Zhao Jiarui glared at Hua Weirong and said nothing.

Shen Jinyan looked at Hua Weirong, "Weirong, tell me, what contradictions do you have?" A lot of times it's a little thing, and when you talk about it, it's okay. ”

Hua Weirong's eyes were very light, "I don't know her." ”

"What?" Shen Jinyan thought that he had heard it wrong, and even Zhao Jiarui looked puzzled.

Hua Weirong repeated, "I don't know her." ”

It's clear, everyone hears it clearly!

In an instant, Zhao Jiarui's face changed, "You dare to say that you don't know me?" ”

Hua Weirong ignored her, put her things in order, and left the dormitory.

"I swear to you!" Behind him, Zhao Jiarui's angry voice came.

He didn't bother to pay attention to it.

She didn't have to go to class today, so she wanted to go to the library to find out if there was a book called "Compendium of Materia Medica", and to see if there were any medicinal materials on it that she knew.

The dormitory building is at the back of the school, across the administration building, in front of which is the teaching building, and from the front of the teaching building to the gate, there is a large playground.

She had just walked to the edge of the playground when she saw a group of people gathered around the playground.

Her vision and hearing were acute, and even though she was so far away, she could still hear what they were saying, and of course, because she was surrounded so she couldn't see much.

"Why hasn't the ambulance come yet, who will help me hold down his wound, I can't hold it down!" A trembling voice.

"That's a lot of blood—"

"I-I wasn't careful, I didn't know he hit the broken railing so coincidentally-"

"Stop talking nonsense, keep calling and urging the ambulance!"

"Gao Pan, Gao Pan you wake up, don't fall asleep, don't sleep—"

Hua Weirong's brow furrowed, and she didn't allow her to think about it, she had already run quickly towards the playground where the incident had happened.

Climb over the guardrail on this side and cross the entire playground.

When the painting squeezed into the crowd to see everything clearly, her eyes narrowed instantly.

The guardrail of the playground was welded with iron pipes, but after a long time of wind and rain, the iron pipes were rusty, and the students kept shaking and climbing, and the iron pipes broke from the rusty places.

Gao Pan should not have paid attention, and accidentally, he actually bumped into it all of a sudden.

At this moment, the broken steel pipe actually pierced through his chest, pierced, and came out of his back......

It's as if he's nailed to this steel pipe!

Le Zhengyu carefully supported his body to prevent him from moving around and causing secondary injury, and Qi Yichen kept calling with a pale face.

The place where the steel pipe pierced was in the right chest did not hurt the heart or the spine, which is a blessing in misfortune.

However, the wound is too weird, the blood loss rate is too fast, and Gao Pan's skin has begun to lose blood!