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September 19, 2243 AH, fine.

The afternoon sun makes people lazy, and the autumn breeze is mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus.

There are many osmanthus trees on the campus of Tongcheng No. 2 Middle School, and you can smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers every time you enter the school, and the opening ceremony speech of each new school year is always indispensable with the sentence "osmanthus fragrance" as a partner of "golden autumn send-off".

"So, it's called refining words."

Chinese teacher Fu Fang stepped down from the podium, and the sound of the heels of her high heels hitting the floor woke up many people from sleep.

And the next sentence is even more refreshing.

"Next, I'll draw a few people to make a sentence, and everyone will try to refine a word into the sentence by themselves and refine the word."

She put her hands behind her back, and her height of one hundred and sixty-five seemed to have doubled at this time, with the oppressive power of a demon.

Sweeping their eyes, all the students lowered their heads and looked intently at the Chinese textbook, as if the portrait of the poet saint on it would backflip.

So in this case, Fu Fang saw the boy in the back row looking out the window in a daze at a glance, and the rhythm of his heels hitting the ground accelerated, locking on the target.

But the boys didn't notice it, and many of the students' expressions became wonderful.

Someone is going to suffer~

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The rolled-up textbook slammed on the table, recalling the boy's soul.

"Qiao Ji, you get up and make a sentence."

The third class of high school, the penultimate row by the window, this location is the VIP sunshine scenic area in the classroom.

If you choose a seat according to force, this is definitely a place where soldiers must fight, which is about half of Xuzhou.

The boy stood up, as tall as the teacher, with short hair and refreshing, thin, white and clean, and was an ordinary and beautiful boy.

Qiao Ji's expression was a little confused after he stood up, obviously not knowing what the problem was.

So, he closed his eyes.

At that moment, everything in the outside world was far away, time slowed down, and the infinity approached stillness.

At the same time, his consciousness entered his memory space.

In the space of memory, there are countless broken pictures, interpreting the past, like snowflakes fluttering one after another, and like reed flowers, fluttering with the wind of thoughts.

Qiao Ji appeared in his memory, waved his hand, and all the memory fragments turned into a tornado and danced, gathering like a soldier obeying orders, condensed into two books, recording all his memories in detail.

A past life, a present life.

On the left, there is a hearty portrait of a young man on the cover, and there is a line of numbers below the avatar: '1996.04.28-2022.12.23'

On the right, on the cover is Qiao Ji's portrait, and there are also numbers below: '2227.09.20-2243.09.19'.

He opened the book on the right, which was marked with the year, month and day, and he went straight to the end and found today, September 19th.

In fact, the timeline of his two lives is about the same, but the calendar of this life is calculated from the first year of the first emperor's proclamation as emperor.

After the book was opened, he stretched out his hand and pulled the progress bar to the end, and the picture on the page began to move, click on it, and a sound came out.

In the picture, it is the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the playground that sweeps the eyes, the physical education teacher who blows the whistle, the male high school student who plays tricks on his classmates, and the girl who stretches her waist.

The voice is the voice of the Chinese teacher Fu Fang's lecture just now.

His memory faithfully records everything that the physical device of the body perceives.

Although his own attention was completely outside the window, even outside the world, and he was not in the classroom at all, as long as he played it back, he could still play the sound information he received at that time.

Qiao Ji listened carefully to the audio just now, and knew what the question asked by the teacher was.

……

Qiao Ji opened his eyes.

He already knew the problem, so he replied, "After you leave, a summer will become an autumn." ”

He almost sang it.

Fu Fang raised her eyebrows slightly, "Sit down and listen to the class." ”

Qiao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, nodded his head to indicate that he understood, and then sat down.

Fortunately, it was this gentle Chinese teacher, a college student who had just graduated, and said that he wanted to be friends with everyone at the beginning of the school year, and he was not harsh.

At that moment now, many sentences flashed through his mind, but most of them were classics and could not be copied.

At least not on this occasion.

However, Qiao Ji also began to stare at the Chinese textbook and stopped looking out the window.

After the Chinese textbook was sent, Qiao Ji had already read it three times, and the number of flops was second only to the history textbook.

He has nothing to say about this poet surnamed Liu, anyway, he is also a big man for him.

The wheels of the times are rolling forward, and the name of the rut mark of history is just a little different.

The historical trajectories of the two worlds are basically the same, but the details are unrecognizable.

For example, this poet saint who is not surnamed Du is also worried about the country and the people, and he is also a fan of poetry.

Occasionally, you can see familiar things, such as idioms and colloquialisms, similar allusions, etc.

For Qiao Ji, whose receptivity is not bad, such a change in the background of the world is nothing, at most it is a parallel world, in his opinion, it is not much different from the previous life.

The only big difference is that this world also has a mod for abilities.

There are 'fire-breathing baby', 'flying baby', 'three-eyed baby', 'discharge girl' and other abilities.

There are even demons and monsters who have become spirits.

And Qiao Ji didn't even know if he had an ability.

I have a great memory, can that be considered an ability?

Even if it's super memory or something, it doesn't sound very windy, it's better to breathe fire.

His memories are all stored and can be retrieved at any time, and when he accesses his memories, the time in the outside world seems to have stopped, and he can think slowly.

This is probably one of the greatest advantages of this ability.

Of course, there is a downside.

"This boiled word is used well, but the sentence can be changed, how to change it?"

The Chinese teacher's gaze made the students lower their heads again, not daring to look directly, so she could only answer by herself, "How about the sweat of hard work in the hot summer?" ”

Still no one answered.

"Boiled into a golden autumn of harvest."

Wow, that's too correct.

It should be chirping, but the students are very unaware.

Mutter~

Qiao Ji's Five Organs Temple was applying for a sacrifice and was hungry.

That's the shortcoming.,Every time he activates his ability.,Hungry very fast.,When I read it early a few days ago.,He stayed in the memory space for a while.,Watching a movie from his previous life.。

It's a flock of geese down the hill.

As a result, after activating the ability, he fainted directly.

The doctor at the school infirmary said he had low blood sugar and told him to eat well, especially breakfast.

Maybe the doctor in the infirmary thinks it's a very common problem for young people to skip breakfast, and I've seen a lot of such patients.

Since then, Qiao Ji has not been in the memory space for too long, and he needs to find everything quickly, and no longer uses the memory space as a private theater, so as not to have another accident.

When the Chinese class was over, Qiao Ji went to the school commissary and solved a loaf of bread in three bites.

I put some food on my stomach and I feel better.

When he returned, Qiao Ji saw the male classmates in his class playing a game known as the day railing.

It's just a squeeze one, paste it back and forth, squeeze an unlucky guy in the innermost, and then make some strange actions of unknown significance.

Some of the boring actions were quite indecent, but the people involved enjoyed it and didn't feel anything wrong.

Tut~

Qiao Ji walked over with great disgust, returned to his seat, stuffed a candy in his mouth, and then took out a novel from his bag to read.

He wasn't going to play with these little kids.

If you have time, you might as well read novels and comics.

After all, he hasn't seen many classics in this world, and he doesn't have to go around to find some seedlings that haven't become popular like he did in his previous life.

This feeling of treasure everywhere is really awesome, and it can be a good look.

When I get out of school, I can go home and make up for movies and TV series, and make up for all kinds of high-quality games, and I will live a very happy life.

Qiao Ji stood against the wall, his posture straight.

If you sit in class for too long, you also need to be active, and teenagers are good at basking in the sun.

"Qiao Ji, you're watching the MONOCULUS detective series."

The female classmate at the same table suddenly spoke, her voice soft and weak, as if she was afraid of scaring someone.

Qiao Ji flipped the page and replied, "I borrowed it from the library, and I just started reading it." ”

The girl at the same table is called He Ling, and like Qiao Ji in the class, she is a person with a relatively low sense of existence.

I don't have any good friends, unlike other girls who are all in groups of three or five, which is the same as Qiao Ji.

He Ling had just come back from outside, she first took a tissue from the table to dry the water on her hands, then hooked the side of the book and looked at the cover, "This is the third part, right?" ”

"Well, I didn't see one and two in the library."

This series seems to be quite popular, so Qiao Ji borrowed it when he saw it in the library.

It's just that maybe because it's very popular, there is no first and second part, it should have been borrowed by others, so he can only borrow the third part.

Qiao Ji replied without turning his head, immersed in the excitement of the novel.

He Ling sat down, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while, and then couldn't help but look at Qiao Ji.

The sun was soft and bright, and the handsome young man stood by the window reading a book, his serious face seemed to be coated with a faint white light, and the fluff on his cheeks was delicate at this time.

The words were reflected in his eyes, his expression was focused, and he only blinked when he turned the page, when his eyelashes fluttered, and the roots could be counted, and time passed from them unconsciously.

A boy can actually have such good-looking eyelashes, He Ling's cheeks flew thin, and he quietly pointed his mobile phone at Qiao Ji.

Click

The sound of the shutter frightened He Ling to hide his phone behind his back in an instant, like a child who made a mistake.

Isn't the vibration mode turned on? Why does the camera still have sound?

"Huh?"

Qiao Ji heard the voice.

After all, it was quite strange to hear that kind of sound in the classroom, and he looked at He Ling, who became more and more nervous.

"That...... Do you want me to tell you who this murderer is? ”

She panicked.

Qiao Ji: ?

Have I offended you in any way?

He crossed his hands in front of his chest and struck a 'daba' pose.

"Don't!"

"Hahaha." She laughed dryly, "I'm kidding, I have a full set of MONOCULUS detectives at home, if you want to see it, I'll bring you the first one tomorrow." ”

"Thank you."

This is naturally excellent, after all, I don't know when the library will be able to borrow it.

"Do you eat sugar?" Qiao Ji took out a few grains of candy from his pocket.

It's the kind of fruit hard candy that is very common in the supermarket, and since he activated his ability to watch the movie low blood sugar and fainted, he has a few on him at any time.

He Ling stretched out one hand, and the other hand was still holding the phone and hiding it behind his back, so nervous that he was about to sweat.

"Does it smell like strawberries?"

"It doesn't seem to be, just apple and orange." Qiao Ji rummaged in a handful of sugar, "Well, there is also the smell of lychee." ”