The old school building of the Prefectural North High School, third floor.

The old wooden door can be clearly seen with the repeated traces of painting, the wooden floor makes an unbearable sound of chirping when it walks up, and a hanging door sign with a changed color on the door has the words "Literature and Art Department" written on it.

Hao Shen moved his finger to the door lock that clicked when pinched, and opened the carefully locked door, and then the scene inside appeared in front of the two of them: a long table with two worn wooden tables put together, and several stacks of books neatly stacked on it. A bookshelf full of books. A few tubular steel chairs stacked on one side. There is nothing else - this is a club classroom of a small literary and art club that is no more than twenty square meters at most.

Seeing this scene, Ah Xuan was a little excited, he walked in lightly, looked around the room, his eyes swept over several positions in the room in turn, and a memory from a long time ago uncontrollably appeared in front of him: on an ordinary afternoon after school, he and Kazuki Furuizumi sat at a long table playing Othello chess, and the air echoed only the sound of boiling water on the electronic stove guarded by a happy maid and the clatter of a girl turning the pages of a book, at the end of the long table, there was a computer on the desk, There was a triangular cone with the word 'Regiment Commander' written on it, and at this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and a face full of endless strange attention was raised high: "It's been a long wait!" ”

"Wait for your sister!" Ah Xuan muttered, and then reacted in Hao Shen's strange eyes, and the face full of memories immediately turned flat.

"Oh-" Hao Shen let out a long sigh, and then pinched his chin and looked at Ah Xu with bad intentions, "Have you fallen into a good memory?" So who are you talking to? Big Moe God or Liang Gong? I think it should be Lianggong.,Ah Xu, you don't look like you're the one who will say something like 'wait for your sister' to the big cute god.。 ”

"Long-winded!" Ah Xu's face was a little red, "It's just, for me, it was a long time ago." ”

From the perspective of this world, although Ah Xu has only been away for less than a month, it has been a long time for Ah Xu himself. Seeing the familiar activity room again at this moment, he not only felt like a world away, but at the same time, he also had a deeper understanding of the emotions of the great cute god in those endless days.

"That's what it is...... Do you feel like you've been left behind by time? For me, the lost world is only half a year, so how much more ...... it would be to watch us play out the absurd plot over and over again and spend those hundreds of years alone Nagato, you're really ......"

Ah Xuan sighed, his heart was like being pressed by a huge stone, and even the normal beating was extremely difficult.

Hao Shen shrugged, walked to the bookshelf, and lowered his head to observe the books.

"A Clockwork Girl", "The Dying Earth", "The Left Hand of Darkness", "Chronicles of Mars", "The Three-Body Problem", "Metronome of Love"...... They're all famous. "These books are all various.,Most of them are some international science fiction classics.,There are also some about the light of love.,From the type of these books.,You can see what kind of character the big cute god is.。 But at this moment, Hao Shen is not interested in these science fiction masterpieces, and what happened to him may be a classic if he is written by another author, he beckoned to Ah Xu, "Ah Xu, in which book is that thing from?" ”

"...... in the second row," Ah Xuan casually said the name of the book, which was already completely engraved in his mind, although he didn't know the content of a single punctuation mark in it except for the title.

Taking out the black book with some difficulty from the tightly clamped bookshelf, the back cover of the book seemed to be Picasso's teacher, and Ah Xuan quickly turned the pages of the book, looking for the key to get out of the program.

Hao Shen turned his head and studied around the computer of the Literature and Art Department.

This computer is actually separated from the main body of the program.,There are only two points of contact between this world and another world line.,The first is the memory of Ah Xu and Haruhi Suzumiya about Tanabata three years ago.,The second is this computer with a program reserved.。

Looking at this old computer that can almost be classified as an antique, Hao Shen was quite emotional.

That's the memory of more than 20 years ago, the first computer in the family is like this, when my father patted his chest and swore frankly that this computer represents the future, but he seems to have finally chosen the appearance of the Xiaobawang learning machine, at that time less than ten years old Hao Shen found a particularly wonderful thing - the cheap Xiaobawang learning machine seems to be able to run many more games than the red and white machine.

He used to naively think that the red and white machine was the most awesome thing in the world, but it wasn't until he came across the platinum burst super invincible alloy ninety-nine in one game cartridge that was only five dollars a game......

Throwing these boring thoughts out of his mind, Hao Shen once again focused his attention on the old-fashioned computer in front of him.

In any case, this computer, which is estimated to crash directly when running XP, is one of the core things of the whole incident!

Hao Shen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his ability to look directly at the essence suddenly opened.

Then, his brow immediately furrowed deeply.

This computer ...... There is nothing unusual at all!

It is not entangled in a mess of information fluctuations, nor is it entangled in the complex information cause and effect, it is like the table and chair next to it, the wooden floor on the ground, there is not even the most basic trace of information operation, it is just an ordinary computer, a normal ordinary object!

What the hell is this......

Hao ...... Hao Shen ......"

Suddenly, Ah Xuan was a little vain, and an empty voice as if he had lost his soul came.

His whole face was pale without a trace of blood, his steps were soft as if he was about to fall at any moment, and between his two uncontrollable trembling palms he held the vital fish that seemed to be dying after breaking away from the flowing water.

"I didn't ...... No...... Out of the program...... No...... That bookmark...... No more ......"

Hao Shen raised his head and looked at the book that had already turned to the last page, and a strong sense of unhappiness surged in his heart.

"Could it be that you are mistaken?" Hao Shen took a slight breath and tried to calm down, "Are you sure that you have carefully searched every page of this book?" Could it be in some other book? ”

"No, of course I ......"

Ah Xuan gritted his teeth, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and as if the drowning man had grabbed a weed floating in the water, and turned the book back to the first page, and then turned it page by page.

Hao Shen didn't watch anymore, he walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book from the far right, and flipped through it page by page, just like Ah Xu.

Every book that had been rummaged through was thrown on the ground at random, and soon, the floor of this small art club room was covered with all kinds of books, including the books on the table that seemed to have been borrowed—but at this time, who cares who will organize these books?

Ah Xu's face became paler and paler, and eventually, he lowered his head and collapsed on a chair.

"No more. The bookmark is gone...... "Ah Xu's desperate whisper was exceptionally clear in the classroom.

Hao Shen put down the last book in his hand with a blank face, and his eyes flickered back and forth between the scattered books in the room and the computer.

Normal computer, disappearing out of the program, Hao Shen pondered for a long time before pulling the corners of his mouth, "No, is this really the world of Xiao Nagato?" ”

And at this moment, the door of the literary society was suddenly pushed open, and immediately after, a slender and weak figure walked in with his head down.

She naturally saw the two figures standing paralyzed in the room, and she also saw the mess in the room as a matter of course, and then, naturally, she made a natural move:

She took a few steps back with a look of horror on her face...... Then he looked at the house number with a question mark on his face to make sure he had gone to the wrong room......

After all, the nerves of natural stupidity are not thick, but crooked.