At half past seven in the morning, I was running wildly with slices of bread in my mouth, my hair unkempt because I had gone to bed without drying it last night, and there was a light blue ink stain on the skirt of my school uniform. If I hadn't forgotten to set the alarm clock last night and woke up late this morning, which indirectly led to not catching the bus, and being chased by a dog in a small alley, I wouldn't have been so late and didn't arrive at class.

What a new messy day.

Today's final exam, when I arrived at the teaching building, the students were already sitting in their respective examination rooms, and the teaching building was empty and eerily silent. I ran as hard as I could, but my bag was too heavy to affect my speed, and I had already started the exam when I rushed to my exam room. I was so anxious that I threw my bag at the door and rushed into the exam room.

Because I had just run all the way, I sat for a long time before I could breathe normally, and it took me a long time to calm down and do the problem.

Soon the bell rang at the end of class, and the students handed in their papers one after another and walked out of the examination room, and most of the test papers I answered were also taken away by the invigilator. I was stunned for a while, grabbed my hair irritably, and walked out of the exam room.

"Yuling, how did you do in the exam?" As soon as I walked out of the examination room, my friend Xiaoju grabbed my neck. "Hmph, don't mention it, it's estimated to hit a new low. I said with a sad face.

"Don't do that, it's not once or twice, you should get used to it. Xiaoju said with a big grin. I gave her a blank look, too lazy to speak.

As a hard-working senior in high school, although I seem to be very diligent in staying up late every day to study, my academic performance is very honest. There were 12 exam rooms in school, and I was always struggling between the 9th and 10th exams in order of academic performance. Ju is right, I should get used to it. I usually don't study hard, and I shout slogans before the exam, saying that I want to turn over the salted fish, but I don't really want to work hard to study. After being depressed for a few days after the exam, I went to play again. It's been a vicious circle, mediocrity, and that's my life.

It was raining heavily after school in the afternoon, and I forgot to bring my umbrella, so I texted my boyfriend Zimo. Zimo said that he had brought an umbrella, but he had already walked out of the school gate, and asked me to run two steps to find him on the path at the school gate, and he stood there waiting for me.

I had no choice but to rush into the rain and run outside the school gate. I really embarrassed myself all the time, I shed tears like lasagna, and silently complained about myself in my heart.

I was running in the rain, my shoes splashed mud and stained the back of my long-sleeved uniform, and I took off my uniform to get paper to wipe the mud stains on it. I ran as I wiped, my glasses blurred by the rain, and I couldn't see the road in front of me. "Look at the road!" Zimo's voice sounded in front, but it was too late, and I stepped into a well without a manhole cover. The well was full of water, and I was instantly overheaded. I struggled desperately to get to the surface and climb out of the well, but the more I struggled, the faster I sank. It was autumn, but there was a lot of broken ice in the well water, and the water was bitterly cold. The desperate struggle left me scratched by the broken ice, blood mixed with water. Soon, I couldn't hold my breath anymore and I felt a large amount of ice water pour into my lungs.

Who is so immoral and stealing manhole covers!, I thought to myself before I lost consciousness.

Raindrops kept falling from the sky, falling on my face, and I felt a hint of coolness and slowly opened my eyes. Gradually sobering up, I sat up. Where did Zimo go?

I reached into the pocket of my school uniform and tried to contact Zimo with my mobile phone, but found that the mobile phone in my pocket was missing. I looked around and saw that the well next to it had a manhole cover. That's when I realized that this was not the intersection where I fell down the well at all!

I sat there for a long time, at a loss, and my mind began to run wild. It seems that I have not traveled to ancient times, but to a parallel world. Or is it that I've hung up, and this is the afterlife?

Thinking of this, I realized that I didn't have any wounds on my body, but I was obviously scratched when I fell down the well. It's over, it's over, and it's dead. I was about to cry when I suddenly heard a shout in the distance, "Catch her!" Soon, several black-clad teenagers in masks appeared in front of me.

This is, to arrest me?

I didn't know what was going on, but I knew something was wrong, so I immediately got up and ran forward.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my leg, and I fell to my knees with a thud, and when I looked down, I saw a dagger stuck in my leg. The dagger was crystal clear and glowed with an eerie reddish glow, and my eyes widened in surprise, and I was at a loss for a moment.

There was a sharp pain in my leg, suggesting that I wasn't dreaming. Bright red blood ran down my calves onto my socks, and the smell of blood filled the humid air.

A young man in black walked up to me, and with a flash of light between his fingers, a dagger appeared. I was so stupid that I ignored the sharp pain in my leg for a while, and I forgot to continue to run away.

"Hmph, are you going to give up and run away?" the black-clothed boy approached me with a wicked smile, the sharp knife in his hand flashing with cold light. "Don't!!" I screamed in the air, but the next second, the sharp knife I thought was going to stick in my chest was frozen in mid-air. The boy in black looked at me in amazement.

That's when I realized that the ice had been condensed from my fingertips.

What is this? Why do I have some scattered pieces of ice between my fingers? I find that I can control the movement of this broken ice. I tried to control the broken ice with my mind, and condensed the broken ice in my fingertips into a long sword in my hand.

I closed my eyes and pulled the dagger out of my lap with all my might. I struggled to my feet, my legs trembling and the warm blood running down and falling into the rain. I reached out and froze the blood, sealing the wound.

Before I could try to attack, a sharp female voice came from behind me: "Let her go!" Before the words fell, a fireball grazed over my head and landed in front of several men in black, until the bright light passed, and the men in black disappeared. I let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.