After updating the new chapter of the novel, I only felt relieved, but then came a sense of apprehension and anticipation.

I was nervous because I didn't know what readers would say about the chapter, and I was looking forward to voting and rewarding from readers.

"Class is over, let's go." Xiao Yan patted me on the shoulder.

I took off my headphones and looked up to see that the students in the classroom were all preparing to leave.

Following the flow of people, I walked out of the teaching building, and the sky was very sunny today, and the warm sunlight was shining on my body, which was very comfortable.

"Repair thorns." An old brother from the Department of Visual Communication put his arm around my shoulder, "Will you go to the gym later?" ”

"No, no."

"I saw a beautiful woman in the gym yesterday, that figure, super punctual~"

"No, no."

"Alas, don't ink him, if Xiuzi is willing to dress up, can he still be single now?" Xiao Yan took the words casually, and then looked left and right, "By the way, what about the tyrant?" ”

"I don't know, maybe I was invited to tea by the teacher."

"Storm your uncle, labor and management are here." The benevolent brother who had made a joke in the class before said quietly, "You didn't remind me, but fortunately, the teacher was generous and didn't care about it." ”

"Hahaha, hand tea to the tyrant boss." A buddy took out a bottle of BigBang-endorsed tea pie drink.

Brother Tyrant took the drink and took a sip, "It's really blood mold." ”

"Tyrant, what's your afternoon class?"

"Typography - eh, you're the tyrant, you kid is making trouble, aren't you?"

"Hahaha."

……

Xiao Yan and I didn't have classes in the afternoon, so he and the others went back to the dormitory while I took the bus to the rental house.

When I got back to my room, I lay flat on the bed.

At this time, Li Yingxuan and Lingxue had not returned home, and I was the only one in the house.

I pulled out my phone and created a new txt file in the WPS file, named "Spiritual Blood".

I'm going to complete this book.

My thumb hovers a few millimeters above the phone screen, but I don't know how to start. To be honest, I don't remember the plot of the first novel I wrote when I was a sophomore in junior high school.

Suddenly, my consciousness was in a trance, and my whole person fell into a momentary distraction, and when I came back to my senses again, the scene in front of me changed drastically-

I scanned my surroundings in a daze, not even realizing that my posture had changed from lying flat to standing.

To put it simply, it's a beautifully built soccer field, with goals on all sides, and middle school students in uniform in uniform sweating on the artificial turf.

The venue is a little familiar, and the students' uniforms give me a sense of déjà vu.

"Teacher, please kick the ball over!"

A soccer ball rolled down in front of me, and I lifted my foot to stop the soccer ball in search of prestige.

Immediately afterward, my eyes widened stupidly, and my mouth couldn't help but open into an oval......

I'm actually at this moment-

Saw myself!

To be more precise: I was in junior high school, the thorny man who wore a white short-sleeved school uniform and combed his hair.

"Teacher, here!"

When I was in junior high school, I was waving to where I am today, with a shy smile on my immature face.

“…… Oh good. ”

I nodded my head, lifted my right foot sideways, and pushed the ball over with the arch of my foot.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"I" took the ball, turned and ran towards the goal.

I stared at the figure of "I" running fast and slowly, and after losing my mind for a long time, my gaze gradually changed from surprise to softness, and the corners of my lips curved into a faint arc......

Everyone has imagined that if you can go back to the past one day, you must change the mistakes you have made and the regrets you have left. Say "I like you" to the girl you like, and say "Thank you for your hard work" to your teacher.

Am I in a dream at this moment...... Or is it another parallel world? Or is it a point in time in the past?

My junior high school was a boarding school, located on the outskirts of the city, and the air was fresh and had a mint-like coolness.

I took a deep breath and soothed the breath that was in my chest and abdomen.

Looking at "me" chasing football on the field, listening to the cheers of "I" shaking off the opponent with a very jerky scissor leg, and looking at the teaching building in the distance of the field, it was a familiar ......

I found an open space in the corner of the football field, sat down, and watched what was happening in front of me.

"Hello teacher, what do you teach?"

I looked up and saw two short-haired girls in school uniforms shyly greeting me.

Hair is not allowed to have ears and braids, which is the head shape requirement for female students in my junior high school.

I had a strange look of surprise on my face because I knew them, both of whom were my classmates in junior high school.

And I am in contact with them as an elder at the moment, and this feeling is really amazing.

"Hello, I'm an art teacher, new here." I made up a nonsense.

"It's a pity, we don't have art classes in our second year of junior high school."

"Teacher, how old are you?"

"Twenty... Five. ”

"Wow, teacher, you look so young, I thought you were a senior in the high school at first."

"Haha, thanks for the compliment."

My two junior high school classmates and I chatted for a long time, and it wasn't until the noon bell rang on campus that I said goodbye to them.

"Teacher Xiu, we are in the first class of junior high school, so we have a chance to come and see us!"

"Well, okay, I'll definitely go." If there is a real chance.

Ten minutes later, the students on the football field had largely dispersed. The stadium, which was in full swing just now, seems empty at this moment.

I stood up from the artificial turf, patted off the green plastic grass on my thighs, and walked in the direction of the school building.

This is the building of the first year of junior high school, next to it should be the second junior high school, and over there is the third junior high school......

"Hello teacher."

Several students on duty who were checking the hygiene passed by me and greeted me.

"Hello, it's all been a great job."

I felt like I was in a conversation with my past.

- Do you regret it?

What do you mean?

- It's something I really want to make up for.

There are a lot of them.

- That's regret?

No, if there is no regret worth remembering, it is called regret.

Walking aimlessly, reminiscing about the past, perhaps due to the influence of habits hidden in my body, I came to a small artificial lake, which was my favorite playground in junior high school.

The water in the lake is no more than thigh-deep, and there are fish in the lake. In winter, when the surface of the water freezes and the big fish are caught by the school staff, we can break through the ice and catch the small fish that are frozen under the ice.

Why should I be brought back here?

Thanks to the blood of the spirit, my immunity to bizarre events is now very strong. I think that even if I was thrown into the world of a novel that I had written, I would calm down for a short time.

Do you want me to look for the novel that was handwritten in a diary and confiscated by my teacher?

But don't worry, let's go have a meal first. The staff cafeteria at this junior high school can be paid for in cash, and the meals are much more elaborate than the student cafeteria.

Well, I really enjoyed this spooky experience.

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