"Write a 5,000-word check each and give it to me tomorrow before lunch!" As I slept in a daze, a voice came faintly, and it grew louder and louder, as if it was teaching someone a very strong lesson. "Your handling depends on the results of classmate Li Zhong, but you still have to be mentally prepared......" Although the person being trained has not been silent, this voice still continues to be unrelenting.

"Li Zhong? This name seems very affectionate!" I caught the name in a dream, and my consciousness was glued to it quite persistently. "This should be someone I know and fairly familiar...... It must be like this...... But who is he? It seems that none of my enemies or subordinates have such a short name...... "This is a very complicated question, and there seem to be few clues, and I try to find that answer, but I can't do it."

"Doctor Xu, how is Li Zhong's condition?" The voice finally put an end to the chatter of accusations, and changed to a very earnest and inquiring tone.

"Don't worry, the situation is relatively stable at the moment!" A man replied in a calm and calm tone, and seemed to speak quite immediately to me.

At the same time, under some kind of powerful intervention, my eyelids cracked open, and a bright yellow light penetrated, but the temporary change of light and shade could not make the retina adapt quickly, so only a few shadows that could not distinguish the color shook a few times. The eyelids quickly closed under the weight again, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"The pupils, pulse, and blood pressure were normal, and the examination of the mouth and nose showed no signs of choking!" That calm voice was more confident, probably because there was enough evidence to be obtained.

"But why hasn't he woken up yet, it's been almost an hour!" The previous voice still seemed anxious, but still maintained enough respect for the latter's professional level.

"It was supposed to be a loss of strength caused by the violent struggle in the water, and at the same time it was too nervous. I'll give him a bottle of glucose in a moment and he should wake up before dinner!" The calm voice, though only narrating, unconsciously restored the confidence of those who listened.

"That's good...... "The first voice finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if the heart had just returned to the stomach at this time.

"I'll just say nothing. This kid is just scared!" At this time, a very annoying voice suddenly interjected, and I immediately got the impression of a clown-like character. "Teacher, don't worry, don't bother Dr. Xu, if you give it to me, slap him three or four times",

"Shut up!" This absurd argument has finally provoked another outburst of the first voice, which, I suppose, has already been violent. "Wen Qiu, your inspection will be handed over to me before breakfast tomorrow, otherwise I will propose that the school give you a serious warning! Now you immediately send Li Zhong to the medical room and take care of him until he wakes up. Gao Meng. You're ...... too."

"Well......" The "clown" muttered closer to me, and then I felt my body float. Although it was framed from both sides, I have to say that it was still very uncomfortable.

"Send Li Zhong...... Could it be that 'Li Zhong' is me?" A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, like a lightning bolt through the night. This seems to be a very probable judgment, at least in the light of the indications that are now available.

If I were Li Zhong, then why was this name so far away? How can everything associated with the name be so vague? These people around me should be closely related to this name, so who are they? Where is it......

I was constantly thinking about this bunch of nonsensical questions, and it was distressing to have such complex logical intersections, and I had dealt with many problems that were far more complex than that, as if I hadn't worked so hard at the time. Could it be that my head has suddenly become stupid?

I don't know how long I was in the air. In front of my eyes, it also changed from pitch black to blue and void, constantly shaking light and shadow. It seemed that by this time I had entered an enclosed space from an open place, because not only had all the light and shadow dimmed, but the wind was not so strong on me. It's not that cold.

"Bang dang!" My body suddenly fell heavily, but fortunately the object was still soft, but even that was enough to see. "You idiots, I'm going to cut you all!" I murmured. No matter how good my temper is, I am still a dignified and high-ranking palace, how can I be treated like this?

"Why is this guy so heavy, it really exhausts me to death!" The clown-like funny voice complained. "It's really strange, looking at his little body, it shouldn't be so heavy! Could it be that it is close to the bones? I didn't have to work so hard when I threw him down just now, could it be that I drank too much water...... What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything!" Another shrill voice gasped in reply, sounding as if there was a deep sense of impatience. "If I think of any good words, I might as well write them on the inspection, how can I still have the heart to talk nonsense with you!"

"I just heard you by name...... Could it be him?" After an exclamation. Immediately after that, I felt a shaking of a magnitude 7.8 earthquake. "Get up! Get me up, you bastard!"

"Don't do that...... I'm dizzy...... Where is this? Who are you?" Unable to stand this super strong stimulation, my mind quickly recovered. But I was amazed by what I saw, all the scenes seemed to be familiar, but they were very vague. "Who the hell are you?" I stared at the "ugly" face in front of me and asked, almost cross-eyed.

"Are you kidding me?" The face was a little farther away from me, so that I could see it more clearly. "I'm Wen Qiu, he's Gao Meng, you really can't remember?" He looked me up and down suspiciously, as if trying to see any signs of play.

"Oh......" I shook my head in a daze.

The ugly face twisted to the side. He exchanged some information with the person who was sitting on a chair next to him, and it should be admitted that the person was indeed better looking than him.

"Come!" The two of them coordinated as if they had been rehearsed for a long time, and one by one put my arm on my side and pushed it to a window. "We were classmates, remember? Do we remember traveling in Hainan now? This is the boat we rented in class, remember?"

"This ......" is a beautiful view of the boundless blue sea and blue sky outside, but I can't really relate to the relationship between all this and myself.

"Don't have a concussion, right?" The two guys seemed to be extremely anxious, which made my perception of them feel much better all of a sudden, and the familiar feeling of acquaintance became stronger. I believe it's just some kind of trauma that I just had, and slowly everything will come to mind.

"Look! Over there, Silver Beach...... That's our hotel over there...... It's a beach over there...... but it seems that these two people are not willing to give up, and continue to give various guidance.

The view outside is indeed getting more and more intimate. But it does give me an unbelievable feeling, Zhuang Zhou's doubts about his own ontology have always been considered a joke in the past, but at this moment, somehow it fell on me.

"See, we ate at the restaurant of the water park at noon, and I also grabbed a salt-boiled shrimp!" He forcibly held a telescope in front of my eyes. "Aren't those Japanese tour groups surfing on speedboats sitting at our table in the restaurant at noon?"

"Wait, Japanese?" I was stunned and reached out to hold the binoculars. "How can the Japanese do this? How are they not black-eyed. What other hair color do you have?"

"What's so strange about the fact that there are no races in such an open, multi-ethnic country as Japan?" Wen Qiu scoffed at my question, and hurriedly said, "How many Portuguese, Italian, African, and Indian elements do you say are in the blood of Brazilians, and what race should Americans belong to?" Why don't you remember such common sense?"

I sat back in my hospital bed and felt like my mind was very messy. "The Japanese are ...... How much is the Heclan blood?" I asked in a daze.

"Less than seven percent!" Another person said with great concern: "You really need to recover as soon as possible, I can't remember what you will do with the exam next semester?"

I lay on the bed and picked up a book, but the book and the bed were my own. It's been more than ten days since I came back from Hainan, and I've been immersed in these books that I bought on a whim.

“…… In the sixth year of Keichō, the Tokugawa clan was implicated in the attempted assassination of the retired shogun Mohoshi Kiyoshi in Nara, although he was not severely dealt with by the shogunate under the mediation of Mohoshi Kiyoshi himself.

However, it caused a violent upheaval within the Tokugawa samurai group. For the next three years. Among the samurai of all levels from the Tokugawa family to the elders, the number of people who escaped, exiled, seppuku, and was assassinated reached more than 400......"

I put down the book in my hand. I've read this text more than 30 times, but I can't tell you what it feels like. Sighing and getting up and turning on the computer, I found a strange icon in the game folder, which was a circle of five five-pointed stars arranged in a cross.

As a burst of music sounded, a picture of the Iron Horse depicting the Gingo Iron Horse in classical ukiyo-e brushwork slowly moved horizontally, while a piece of writing appeared on the screen one by one: "More than 400 years ago, at the end of Japan's Warring States Period, it was a dark and chaotic era, and war and killing became the main theme. Countless famous generals came into being, fighting to end this era.

Finally, a special man came out among them. He went from a lonely nameless ......"

"Ding~dang~dang. Suzu ~ Dangdang!" At this time, the phone rang suddenly, and I grabbed it and heard that it was Wen Qiu. "Come to me and rub it a few times, I've made an appointment with everyone!"

"Coming soon!" I shouted and hung up. At this point, the on-screen intro has passed and is on the initial options page. Directly click "Exit", I closed the computer and hurriedly ran out.

………………………

What has to be said about this book

After hitting the last key, a "*" character appeared on the screen, and looking out the window, I couldn't tell if I was feeling relaxed or lost at the moment. It's been nearly three years, and I feel sorry for myself when I think about this journey, there is definitely sadness and loss, but more excitement and joy.

The birth of this book was born out of the excitement caused by the early beginning of several Japanese Sengoku literature, and I don't know how I suddenly had the desire to show my skills in the field of online literature, although it was indeed passionate at the beginning, but now I think about it is indeed a little hasty.

It wasn't until after writing for a while that I realized that it was impossible to sign a contract for a work of this kind in the context of the time, and that scolding must be inevitable. "Let's write it first, anyway, even if I rewrite something else, I may not be qualified to sign a contract!" In the face of the departure of several excellent Warring States writers in the past, I really thought so.

Before I knew it, I wrote volume after volume, day after day. During that time, I met more and more enthusiastic readers, and I gradually found the meaning of writing under their influence: what I write should really be what I think, and what I do to cater to any trend is just a set of shackles on myself! Or you can think that this is the "sour grapes" mentality of my personal incompetence, and I tell you that there is no such factor.

Thank you to all the readers who have persisted so far for putting up with me for so long, including those who advised me to tj sooner for my own sake. More than the starting point of the responsible editor Huang Quan, nonsense, signed editor prickly heat, not even belonging to the fourth group of shock, I am deeply grateful to a few of them for their hard work, presumably the pressure has also endured a lot!

Good or bad, it's officially over today. My mood at the moment turned out to be a little regretful, a little nostalgic, and a little sour. Just like "there is no feast in the world", you can only wave your hand gently!