The buildings are only six or seven storeys, but they provide a welcoming place for children to study in the surrounding streets. With the rapid development of the city in recent years, the enrollment of Binhai Primary School has been much lower than before. It's just that for some unknown reasons, those elderly leaders are still insisting on running the school, and they don't even have the funds to renovate the school buildings that have survived several earthquakes.

The two walked side by side, walking as they approached the quiet building, and the familiar scenes of the past gradually became clear before their eyes.

Every footprint on the wall, every crack in the dilapidated door panels, the peeling yellow paint on the window frames, and the familiar locations seen through the glass and the chalkboard newspapers that always embody the imagination of children.

"Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Looking at Fang Ting, who was confused and a little distracted, Zhuo Xuan, who was standing beside her, asked softly.

Fang Ting didn't answer, but watched the young man act directly with some surprise.

His body pressed against the window frame, pushing open a small window, his arm reaching through the gap that had been exposed. Zhuo Xuan's face swelled slightly, and he groped in the dark as much as he could. Suddenly, there was a soft snap, and the door of the classroom was really opened by him.

"You ......" Fang Ting's face was stunned, and it immediately changed into an unconcealable smile, and she suddenly remembered those little things many years ago.

At that time, the teacher in charge of the class doorkey was always late, and she decided to give the classroom doorkey to one of her classmates. Suddenly, one day, the classmate who was in charge of the key was also late, and dozens of children gathered outside the class who couldn't enter the classroom, just when everyone was anxiously complaining, Zhuo Xuan took the initiative to stretch out his little hand, pushed open a window close to the door frame, and took advantage of the gap to really open the door of the classroom.

From that time on, every time the classroom door could not be opened, everyone would turn their eyes to the boy who liked to stand next to Fang Ting. It wasn't until a later case of theft that everyone pointed the finger at the boy who didn't need a key to open the door.

Later, even if it was confirmed that the real thief was not him, he was reluctant to use this method to help everyone pick the lock.

Of course, the architectural layout of the old-fashioned teaching building was not so reasonable, and the location of the windows and doors was too close, which gave Zhuo Xuan such an opportunity.

Fang Ting's thoughts fell into the memory, and escaped from the memory, but it was only a short moment. The smile on her face suddenly became a little sad, and in her gaze, there was not a trace of the scars on the young man's face from the unpleasant memories of the past, only the smile was genuine, which made her wonder.

The door opened, and Zhuo Xuan's mood fluctuated, and he sighed, walking without stopping, to this small classroom that accommodated dozens of desks. He sat on a double desk with red paint, and looked up to see a dirty yellow ceiling, four old fans dangling, swaying by the wind.

Fang Ting also walked in, she stopped in place, silently staring at the young man who was sitting quietly, even though his appearance had changed dramatically, but the feeling he brought her was still as warm and beautiful as before, overlapping little by little in her memory.

"Zhuo Xuan ......"

She called out suddenly.

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, Zhuo Xuan, who was originally sitting lazily on the desk, was about to speak, but suddenly heard a squeaky sound.

At this moment, his face changed suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he rushed in the direction of Fang Ting.

"Smack!"

Fang Ting only felt dazed for a while, and her mind was blank. Her body was thrown to the ground by a huge force, and the fan hanging from the ceiling actually fell and smashed heavily on Zhuo Xuan's back.

If Zhuo Xuan's reaction hadn't been timely enough, this fan would definitely have smashed on Fang Ting's head.

"Zhuo, Zhuo!"

Realizing this, Fang Ting suddenly panicked, and her tone became a little trembling. She reached out and tried to push away the fan that was pressing on Zhuo Xuan's back, but she heard a painful hissing sound from Zhuo Xuan's mouth, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

"It hurts ...... death"

Feeling the softness in his arms, Zhuo Xuan had no intention of immersing himself in this gentle township. The huge old-fashioned ceiling fan smashed straight down, and Zhuo Xuan didn't have time to think about it at all, so he knocked down Fang Ting as fast as he could, using his back as a shield.

It's just, what's the matter with the warmth in the back of the head?

Zhuo Xuan twisted his body with difficulty, and the fan slid to the side with a muffled sound. Zhuo Xuan's arm was propped up on the ground, he staggered to his feet, his palm touched the back of his head, and when he looked at the palm of his hand, he was dumbfounded and found a pool of blood.

"Blood! You're bleeding! Fang Ting's face turned pale as paper, she looked at the fan blades that had slipped to the side and were stained with blood oozing from the young man's wound, her voice trembled, and her breathing became heavy.

Zhuo Xuan shook his head, wanting to say something to reassure Fang Ting, but this action of just shaking his head made his eyes suddenly black, his body weakened, and he fell straight in the direction in front of him.

Fang Ting's heart had already risen to her throat, her whole body was cold, and her attention was all on the young man whose face was getting paler and paler, seeing that Zhuo Xuan was about to fall, she hurriedly took a few steps forward, and then she helped Zhuo Xuan.

"I'm fine......"

Zhuo Xuan only felt a little bored, and his voice pounced on Fang Ting's ears, causing the latter's mind to be chaotic, and many emotions came to his mind.

Although the physical fitness is much better than before, the Chosen One is only an evolution of ordinary people after all. The moment the fan fell, Zhuo Xuan pounced on Fang Ting, and the sharp fan blade slashed at the back of Zhuo Xuan's head.

No matter what kind of person you are, the back of your head is a vulnerable part.

What I didn't expect was that I could successfully avoid several attacks and attacks from a Chosen One like Xu Hao, but now I was planted in the hands of a small ceiling fan......

It's ridiculous.

If Zhou Xueqiu knew about it, he would definitely laugh at himself.

"Let's go to the hospital, we can't delay it any longer," Fang Ting's crying voice sounded, and she pulled Zhuo Xuan's arm, for fear that the latter would fall to the ground again.

The falling fan was still lying quietly on the side. The sky had gradually darkened, the entire campus was covered with a layer of silence, the classroom was dimly lit, and Fang Ting's voice echoed in Zhuo Xuan's ears like a dream, making him a little trance.

Help me.

Fang Ting's words seemed to come through the thick ice, making him return to that peaceful but blazing afternoon in an instant, with no exit and no way to escape......

"Zhuo Xuan!"

Fang Ting's somewhat disgusted voice sounded in his ears, pulling him out of his memories and into the real world.

Seeing Zhuo Xuan's dazed face, those words of blame were swallowed back alive by her, she looked at the boy's head with some distress, and wanted to touch it with her hand, but her slender hand stopped in mid-air, and she didn't dare to take this step.