"Ling Sichen?"

"Huh?" In the confusion, feeling who was shaking his arm, Ling Sichen opened his eyes, and he didn't get used to the light for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's okay, what did you do last night, wake up quickly, the head teacher is here." In front of him, a boy with a fluffy and messy hairstyle like a bird's nest was lying next to Ling Sichen, pushing him with one hand, and whispering.

"Are you, Zhang Ze?" Ling Sichen looked at the somewhat thin young man in front of him and asked.

"No, I'm your dad."

"Huh?"

"Poof, don't make a fuss, you're deliberately making me laugh. Sleep silly, you. The young man in front of him looked at him with a concerned face, "It's not funny, you're not suitable for the comic route, the head teacher is here, hurry up and wipe your saliva." ”

"I don't drool when I sleep." Ling Sichen wiped his mouth.

After speaking, the front door of the classroom was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a fortune walked in slowly with a few textbooks.

The penguin-like man stood on the podium, sorted out the book in his hand, and coughed twice.

Silence, deathly silence.

The man's cough broke the silence again. I don't know why, hearing the voice again made Ling Sichen feel at ease for a while, but when he raised his head, he found that he was being watched by a man.

The eyes behind the glasses stared at him fiercely, and then almost everyone's eyes turned to him. Ling Sichen was suddenly frightened, and the moment everyone turned their eyes, a familiar fear struck, piercing the bottom of his heart, as if someone had grabbed his throat, and a hand suddenly grabbed him at this time.

"Ahh

"Hey, calm down, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Ze on the side looked at him a little nervously.

Ling Sichen gasped for breath and was covered in a cold sweat. "I don't know, why are you staring at me like a ghost?"

"It's you a ghost, everyone is waiting for you to shout and stand up, hello teacher! Squad leader Ling? Zhang Ze looked at him blankly. Shocked, what the hell did you do last night, in a trance. ”

"Squad leader? Squad leader Ling? Ling Sichen looked blindfolded.

"Ahem, ahem." The man who was ignored looked a little embarrassed, "Alas, how many times have you told the squad leader, now that the college entrance examination is approaching, don't go to your club at night, obviously the pressure is so great." The man was a little distressed, "I shouldn't have let you start any club in the first place, which made you so stressed." ”

Ling Sichen heard it in a fog.

"Okay, Zhang Ze, you can take the squad leader to the infirmary to have a look, so that he can rest and rest." The man said.

"Okay, no problem." This task seemed to be very in line with him, Zhang Ze grabbed Ling Sichen, and he was completely in a posture of being entrusted with a heavy load.

So, under the gaze of the whole class, Ling Sichen felt like a wounded soldier, being supported and sent to the rear under the admiring gaze of his companions.

"Look at the squad leader, look at you, this is called pressure! Learn more about the spirit of others, I tell you..."Behind him, the man's impassioned speech was quite a mentor.

"You've become the head teacher's material library, haha." Zhang Ze carried him down the stairs and said with some schadenfreude.

"Head teacher? This penguin-like man. Ling Sichen looked at the stairs under his feet, layer by step...

"Okay, actor, don't show off your acting skills. We have successfully disengaged. Zhang Ze let go of his hand and turned to his shoulder, "It's okay, I was almost deceived by you, and you didn't tell me to change the routine, don't you usually use club activities to run, but fortunately I reacted quickly." ”

Zhang Ze's eyebrows on the side danced, but Ling Sichen suddenly stopped, staring at him, frowning.

"Hey! Out of the set, don't make trouble. ”

"I..."

Zhang Ze strode in front of him, his hands on his shoulders, and his expression was much more serious. "Are you serious? Or is it too deep into the play? Ling Sichen, look at me, what's wrong with you, isn't it okay to come over in the morning? How did this sleep make people fall into a trance. ”

"I don't know... I felt like I had a long, real dream, but I couldn't remember it. Ling Sichen put his hand into Zhang Ze's slightly curly hair, "You seem to be very fat in your dream, and you don't have this sad hairstyle." ”

"......" Zhang Ze stroked his forehead, "so real that you can't tell which side is reality?" You're just trying to hack me. ”

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ze looked at him, but Ling Sichen grabbed the left hand that stroked his forehead.

"It's already ten o'clock?" Ling Sichen looked at the electronic watch in Zhang Ze's left hand, and the time was displayed at ten o'clock. "Wasn't it the first class just now, why was it ten o'clock?"

"Ten o'clock? Why, the watch is broken. Zhang Ze took off his watch and looked at it, "Alas, it's time to change to a better one, no wonder I'm always late." ”

"Don't care about these details", Zhang Ze adjusted the time and comforted Ling Sichen again, "Let's go, whether you are teasing me or not, your tiredness can't be hidden, go to the rest meeting, if there is something, then talk slowly, don't forget that we are a team." ”

“team？”

"Eh, if you're stupid, I'll be bored the rest of the time." Zhang Ze put his shoulder on it again, and walked step by step, "It's no wonder you can't remember, after all, you have been a squad leader for so long, and I still haven't changed." The title of defender of the back row has long been extinct. Zhang Ze pretended to be sad.

"You're like a rabbit rubbed on the ass by a bear."

“……”

In the quiet campus, Zhang Ze led Ling Sichen, and the two walked one after the other, and the people behind them lowered their heads a little dazedly.

I have walked countless places on weekdays, but at the moment I feel a little strange.

"Where are we going?" Ling Sichen saw that Zhang Ze was not taking him to the infirmary, and when he looked up, he found Building No. 5 in front of him.

"Of course you don't go to the infirmary, the most important thing for you now is nothing more than rest, there is a smell of disinfectant water in that place, how can you sleep." Zhang Ze pushed open the door of the teaching building.

During the class period, the club building was basically empty, and it was rare to be quiet. Compared to the infirmary, the club is indeed better, so Ling Sichen didn't say anything and continued to follow him.

All the way to the top floor, Ling Sichen subconsciously touched his pocket, but Zhang Ze took out the key from his pocket, inserted it, and unscrewed it. Due to some leaks on the top floor, the bottom bolt of the gate of the club is more seriously corroded, and he is also skillful in carrying the doorknob when pushing the door to prevent scratching the floor.

"Why are you with the key?" Ling Sichen asked, "Moreover, why are you so skilled?" ”

"Not where am I?"

"The last president!"

"yes, isn't there another one with you?" Zhang Ze's face was calm, and he seemed to have accepted Ling Sichen's state at the moment.

"What do you mean... Am I the last term? But it's not ... No... Yes..."

"Who..."Facing the familiar club room, there was a name in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything, as if someone had forcibly choked out a memory. Ling Sichen's eyes were all dilated.

"It's you." Zhang Ze sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Maybe you're a little uncomfortable now, but this club was indeed founded by you, and you gave me the key, because you let me take over." ”

"Because I was going to repeat my studies for a year, and with the mentality that what I had built would naturally be handed over to my own people, you gave me the succession of the club." Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders, "I guess you will definitely ask me, so I will answer you in advance." Ah, I'm almost suspicious that it's me who doesn't really am. ”

"I'm sorry..."Ling Sichen lowered his head.

"Well, forget it, you're the worst of all. I've seen something like you on the Internet before, and I woke up and felt that nothing was right around me, that I wasn't myself, and that someone else wasn't someone else's, as if it was called phantom amnesia. It's quite mysterious.,It's just that the things and memories in the dream are disordered.,It's okay.,Rest well.,It's good to take it slowly.。 Zhang Ze took a glass of water and put it on the table, and then pulled out the key. Drink some water to suppress the shock, you have a better rest alone, I won't bother you, don't keep thinking, the more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, I'll go out for a stroll alone. ”

"Well..."

"Hurry up and get better, this style of painting is really not for you." In the corridor, Zhang Ze's figure gradually drifted away. "There's your long-awaited meteor shower tonight, pray for a sunny day."

In the huge No. 5 building, there was only one Ling Sichen left. Through the window, he looked out of the window at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar classroom.

The middle-aged head teacher is a man, and Ze Fat at the next table is a thin man, and he is the class leader. It seems that nothing is right, but there is no evidence to disprove it. Maybe it's really the illness that Zhang Ze said, after all, others say that dreams and reality are opposites, and they put too much pressure on themselves. Ling Sichen gradually calmed down a lot.

Through the window, Ling Sichen watched for a long time, until the bell rang for the end of class.

He subconsciously looked at a certain seat. In a trance, there is an illusion. In the classroom, they gradually became transparent, and on the empty seat, a figure gradually became clear, and in the blur, Ling Sichen seemed to see that person was tilting his head sideways, smiling so beautifully.

Ling Sichen hurriedly pushed open the window, but it seemed that he had touched something heavy. However, when I looked again, I couldn't find it, only the students who came and went between classes. He closed the window again, lowered the potted plants on the windowsill one by one, and closed the curtains.

Looking into the distance, but also ignoring the present.

The sky was still overcast, and a damp wind was blowing across the campus. The altar of the fifth building is facing the windowsill of the Astronomical Society. In the broken flower pot, a broken epiphyllum was folded......