I returned to the dormitory, Gong Mirai sat at the desk, and pointed to the box on the table, "I brought you eight-treasure porridge, eat it while it's hot." ”

I nodded, opened the box, the heat mixed with the smell came to my face, I was indeed a little hungry.

"How do you know I like to eat this. I asked, with food still in my mouth.

"What do you say......" Gong Mirai glanced at me, and I suddenly felt like I was asking an idiot's question. The future is my friend, almost the kind of friend who lives and dies, and it's normal to know this. On the other hand, I don't have any memories of the past, and I don't know much about the future. Thinking about this, I started to feel a little guilty, and the speed of eating slowed down.

"Did you find anything in the library? Gong Mirai put down the book in his hand and looked at me.

"I saw what we had gathered, but I didn't find anything new. "I put down the spoon and solved a bowl of eight-treasure porridge that made me feel better.

"Also, I searched all night last night and didn't find anything new, it seems that no new materials have come in from the rift in time and space this cycle, or this time it is not the materials that have been placed in the library, and there may be something to be found elsewhere. ”

"You didn't sleep all night last night!?" I didn't seem to grasp the point of what I just said.

"Well, it's easier to find information at night. I'm used to it, and I was going to catch up on sleep during the day, but I didn't expect you to have amnesia. ”

I realized that there was a faint black mark under Gong Michi's clear eyes, and I felt guilty again, "I'm sorry......"

"How do you say that. Gong Mirai smiled, "It's not your fault, and it's okay."

"Then don't read the book, go to bed early, there is still nearly a month before the cultural festival, and we still have a month to fight!!" I closed the book of the future.

Gong Mirai nodded, "You go to bed early, too." Good night. ”

"Good night. ”

Morning.

"Ah Qi, wake up, it's time to get up. We're almost late, why didn't your alarm go off. There was the sound of Mirai getting up quickly.

"Ah Qi, Ah Qi, what's wrong with you. "I curled up in the quilt and pressed my hand to my stomach, and my face was certainly not very pretty.

Gong Mirai tore off the quilt covering my face, and when he looked at my situation, he knew that something was wrong, "Ah Qi, are you sick with stomach problems?" Gong Miku gently pressed my stomach with his hand, I immediately frowned, and Gong Miku hurriedly turned around to find medicine.

The future knows that I have stomach problems, and I will do it from time to time, so naturally I know very well where the medicine is.

"Come on, slow down. "Gong Miku helped me up, brought the medicine to my mouth, and carefully fed me water, she did this very skillfully.

Gong Mirai covered me with a quilt, "Did you not eat on time again, didn't eat at noon yesterday?"

I nodded slightly.

"And what about the morning?"

I shook my head.

"You only ate one eight-treasure porridge yesterday? You know you have a bad stomach. Gong Miku held his forehead, "You shouldn't be left alone." ”

"I'm sorry......" I whispered.

"Really, you have a good rest, I'll help you ask for leave from the teacher, and I'll bring food back at noon. "Gong Miyomi packed up his things and left.

I lay in bed for a while and got up. I did have some stomach upset this morning, due to yesterday's diet, but it didn't hurt enough to take medicine, and it got better quickly.

I got dressed. I deliberately took time off this morning to skip class, because I need to look in this room again to see if there is any piece of newspaper that has been torn off, and if I hid the newspaper I found last cycle, it must be in the room.

There may only be one chance, and I can't let the future know. Except for the night I first transferred, I was alone in the dorm room, and it was impossible for me to stay alone in the dorm for a long time. I'm clingy in a sense, the future is my friend, and we live in the same room, so I'm sure I'm staying with the future most of the time, whether it's going out or staying in the dorm.

I must take this opportunity to find the newspaper that I may have left, and I want to be anxious to confirm the contents of it, and I can't wait for the next opportunity.

I began to rummage through the desk drawer, carefully putting things back in their place.

I thought about it for a long time last night, and the future is my friend. Whatever the truth is...... Whatever you want to hide in the future...... I want to stand on the side of the future, even if the future doesn't want this circular space to be destroyed...... Even if we're going to keep repeating it...... It's okay to go on like this forever, to be with the future, with the classmates of the third class of the third grade, although there is only one day to get along with them in memory, but everyone is a very good person, a person worthy of deep friendship, whether it is glasses Niang, Wang Lulu, Ning Zheyu or others. Warmth, innocence, simplicity, these are things that I didn't feel in my previous school.

I rummaged around the room, and I searched all the places where I used to hide things, but I didn't find anything, is it really not left, or the first case? I lay on the ground weakly, and the rummaging just now was very exhausting.

What was that, I saw on the chandelier on the ceiling. The lampshade of the chandelier is petal-shaped, and is slightly held upward. Gong did not turn off the lights when he left, and under the reflection of the light, there was a black shadow on the edge of the petal lampshade.

I got up and picked up the clothes pole, stood on the bed, and carefully tapped the lampshade. Under the shock, the black shadow on the edge of the lampshade fell to the ground.

I immediately got out of bed and picked it up, and it was a crumpled lump of paper, which was newspaper!!

Actually here, I gently unfolded it and pressed the folds, which were the torn off newspaper!!, which read: "...... Mourn......

...... The originally joyful cultural festival can be held in ......

In the end, it was decided to cancel the cultural festival......

...... A mourning service was held for her......

......

...... The unfortunate death of a classmate is something we don't want to see......

...... All the students of the third class of the third grade held a vigil for their ...... for 3 days"

This is what can be seen in the newspaper, and the rest is charred and mutilated. However, the information that can be obtained from these few sentences is that someone died, the girls of the third grade and the third class, the day before the cultural festival, that is, the last day of our cycle.

Who died?Why did they die?Was they seriously ill or was they an accident?Is this the truth?Is there a person missing from the third grade class, but no one has found out, including Future and me. Or is it that the dead are among us, and the unknown force has reset her as well......

Cultural Festival, Death, 3rd Grade Class 3......

Damn, my head hurts. I fell to the ground, and for a moment a large number of images appeared in my mind: bloody, blurred, ugly posture fell to the ground, and the blood soaked under her body was still flowing outward, "Ah-" Screams sounded in my mind, mixed with all kinds of noises, Wang Lulu was crying and saying something, I couldn't hear clearly, her mouth opened and closed, what was she talking about, the future?

The image faded away and my headaches subsided. The future is the only word I can distinguish from Wang Lulu's mouth.

This is a memory I don't remember about setting up the classroom, and I don't remember it in the future. I closed my eyes, my left hand attached to my eyes, and my right hand clutched the newspaper until it was crushed in my hand.

I don't want to face the facts. The one who dies is the future.

That's what the future doesn't want me to know. If you want to break this cycle, the best way you can think of is to bring the dead back to death - to kill the future.

Let me kill the future? Just kidding, what if the future dies. At least she's in front of me now! she's talking and laughing at me, she's worried about me, she's feeding me medicine, she's getting angry at me for not eating well......

So, let this damn cycle go on forever......