"This is ......" Shangjo when Ma only felt as if he had a long dream, this dream he did not be stable, he felt that his head was always sending a "pain" signal to his body, so that he couldn't help but be groggy, but he didn't know how to wake up completely, he could only try to open his eyes in confusion, but he couldn't do it for a while.

In the process, something faintly came from his ears.

"Really...... Can't help it? A deep voice came, with a hint of hoarseness, feeling like a teenager, but according to Kamijo's senses, the voice should have been nice, even though it was a male voice.

“...... I really don't want to say this, this should be the most powerless thing for me, right? A sigh came, and another voice came, sounding like it should be the voice of a middle-aged and elderly uncle, "However, you also saw ......"

"Amnesia ...... such a thing"

This...... It's a doctor, right? Shangjo thought groggily, saying, what's wrong with me? Lose...... What the?

Wait a minute......!

I...... Who is it?

An invisible huge panic suddenly exploded in Kamijo Dangma's heart, which made him awaken a huge perseverance in an instant, supporting him to work hard to open his eyelids that weighed like a thousand pounds.

When he opened his eyes, a strong light shook violently, making Kamijo couldn't help but squint his eyes sharply and looked out the window carefully, the sun was shining.

The room is a single room, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are all white, giving it an unusually spacious feel. The window next to the bed is open, and the pure white curtains are swaying in the wind, with a unique romance in summer, which makes people's mood inexplicably cheerful.

But the boy was not cheerful at this time.

Thinking of what the suspected doctor had said before, the young man's heart couldn't help but feel a hint of gloom.

No wonder I don't remember who I am, I don't remember what happened before, I don't even know why I'm here.......

Myself...... Amnesia?

In this case, in fact, it is the most insecure, everything I have experienced since I was a child, everyone I know, and what I have experienced before, I don't even know when, all of them disappear, this feeling of being abandoned by the world is enough to drive people crazy.

It is already very rare for a teenager to be able to stay calm.

But even so, what to do next, for the amnesiac Shangjo Dangma, it is also confused.

Who am I, and where do I belong?

"Huh?" At this moment, the young man's peripheral vision accidentally caught a glimpse of something next to his pillow.

It was a notebook.

"Diary ......"

Although it was strange for a diary to suddenly appear in his hospital room at this time, the boy still opened it.

The diary is not new, and even a little old, it can be seen that it is not a temporary forgery, looking at the handwriting on it, the young man casually dragged a pen from the bedside, wrote a few words on the diary, and found that the handwriting of the two was exactly the same.

Although I have lost my memory, the familiarity of writing over the years will not change.

So, is this really your own diary?

"My name is ...... When is the upper strip hemp? Looking at the name written in the lower right corner of the first page, the boy couldn't help but mutter.

After a while, Kamijo finished reading the diary and exhaled deeply.

"Dad, Mom? Qing palace to summer? Tsuchigomon Motoharu? Blue-haired earrings? ...... Intix? ”

"School City? level 5？ Superpowers? Magic? Fantasy Killer? ”

"What I've experienced is really ...... It's colorful. ”

"But ......"

Just as Kamijo was suffering from gains and losses because of the diary in his hand, there was a squeak, and the door to the ward opened, making Kamijo can't help but raise his head.

As the door opened, a teenager slowly walked in.

The boy looked about the same age as himself, about sixteen years old, with black hair hanging down to his ears, an almost flawless face that made Kamijo can't help but raise his eyebrows, a pair of pale golden eyes with depth, and a pair of chestnut glasses with thin edges made him a little more bookish, giving people a feeling of warmth like jade. Even though it was summer, the boy was still wearing a long white trench coat, which made his originally slender figure feel a little more chic.

"This is ......" Shangjo's heart tightened slightly, the person who came to visit him in this case must be someone he knows, but who is he?

There are only a few people who are familiar with themselves and still appear in the diary, Qing Palace to Summer? Tsuchigomon Motoharu? Or blue-haired earrings?

No, since I called him blue-haired earrings, I guess it should be blue-haired, right? This isn't. Kamijo frowned and thought, who is that?

Wait a minute...... When Kamijo happened to notice the boy's pale golden eyes and maroon glasses, he suddenly remembered what he had recorded in his diary......

Today is another unfortunate day, the eggs that I finally bought are broken! Looks like Lady Luck still won't patronize me...... But I did know a strange guy who was wearing a thin sweater in the summer...... He also wears a pair of glasses, but that kid looks really handsome, and those pale golden eyes ......

'By the way, his name is ......'

"Clear ...... Qing Palace? Shangjo said tentatively, and at the same time secretly complained in his heart, he really didn't know how he called the Qing Palace before, and he didn't know whether he was called a surname or a name, so he could only be blinded.

The Qing Palace has actually been here for a long time.

I tried my best to release the qi wall to push the upper strip out and avoid the feather, but for some reason, it was a little bit worse, causing myself to fall short.

This made the Qing Palace silent for a long time, to a certain extent, he can say that he has failed very much, and with himself there, he can't avoid the amnesia of the last article, so will everything still happen next?

However, since it has happened, Qing Gong will not be depressed about it, all he can do is try to help his friend recover.

Lost memories can never be recovered, so in that case, let's continue to create memories.

From now on.

"Yo, Ah Shang," Qing Gong pretended to be relaxed and greeted Shangtiao, "I heard that you were hospitalized because of an accident, so I came to see you, I heard that you have a head injury?" No problem, right? ”

"Ah, no problem." Shangjo replied a little apprehensively, he also knew that he had a good relationship with the Qing Palace, but after he lost his memory, he didn't know if the two of them had any habits when chatting, so he could only answer carefully.

Seeing Shangjo's appearance, Qing Gong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Uejo's memories have been completely wiped out under the 'Dragon King's sigh', he no longer remembers what he and he have experienced before, nor does he remember that he and he are classmates, nor do they remember that they are his friends, and even his name may have been obtained from the diary, and he is now cautious, just for fear that he will say something wrong and let himself guess the fact that he has amnesia.

"But, it was really dangerous before." Qing Gong calmed down a little.,Pretending to be relaxed and said to Shangjo,"I can't think of it.,In addition to the ability of the school city,There is also the existence of magic.,Just like the ....... before" Then,Qing Gong said the words from his mouth,Tell me in detail what ingenious things happened before.。

"Luckily, your right hand can solve all the magic powers." Qing Gong deliberately rejoiced and said, "If you are hit on the head by that level of magic, you only need to touch it with your hands......"

"yes." Shangjo smiled bitterly, but said in agreement.

The reason why Qing Gong came here is to let Shang Jo please the panic of not knowing anything as soon as possible, even with the help of what he said, to let him know what happened, including Shang Gou's previous friends, hobbies, temper and so on, all of which were quietly revealed to him under Qing Gong's ingenious speech skills, without letting Shang Tiao notice.

"Didn't expect that, did you? I've said it before.,That guy from Tuyumen always likes to meow and meow non-stop.,I can't imagine that he's a big man who has this habit......"

"That's actually a cute spot for girls, isn't it...... Uh......"

"Also, the guy with the blue-haired earrings, who actually said that he wants to control all the women in the world, is simply a pervert, a pervert who is even more perverted than you......"

"Hey! What the hell is a pervert than me! ”

Soon, Shangjo was already chatting with Qing Gong normally, if you look carefully, in fact, the tone of the chat between the two is no different from before, it is still like friends complaining about each other, there is no difference.

However, in this case, this "harmony" is even more awe-inspiring.

"Forget it, if I stay any longer, the doctor may have to kick me out." Qing Gong slowly stood up and smiled at Shangjo, "Ah Shang, take care of your body, and I'll come to see you when I have time." ”

"Okay." Kamijo raised his eyebrows at the Qing Palace, and pretended to smile freely, "But I'll be out soon, I don't necessarily need you to come again!" ”

"Haha, that's the best." Qing Gong laughed, turned around and pushed open the door and walked out.

Outside the door, the frog-faced old man looked at him worriedly.

"That's ...... No problem? The Soul Chaser sighed, "I know that he has lost his memory, and I still give him that diary, and I won't let him ......"

"Shangjo is my friend," Qing Gong interrupted the Soul Chaser of the Underworld, "Whether he remembers me or not, whether he remembers anyone else, he is my friend of Qing Gong Zhixia, and he has always been." ”

"Memory, go on from now on." Qing Gong whispered, "I also hope that if one day I become like this, someone will treat me like this." ”

"Yes...... "Soul Chaser sighed again, "Forget it, that kid is here too, I'll go talk to this boy first, and after that, let the two of them meet." ”

"Okay." Qing Gong chuckled, turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor of the hospital, the breeze came slowly, blowing away the solemnity of the court and bringing new air.

At the other end of the hallway, a silver-haired girl in a pure white nun dress with gold patterns was hurrying towards this side.

"Hope...... You can find yourself. At the corner of the corridor, Qing Gong turned his head, looked at Shangjo's ward and sighed softly, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"My friend."

(End of chapter)