I felt as if I was trapped in a twisted dream, unable to escape from this suffocating environment.

This eerie atmosphere made me daunted and curious, as if there were countless secrets hidden in every corner of this classroom.

I can't help but wonder if this world is real or an extension of illusion.

The power of the Black Pools seemed to lead me into an incomprehensible situation, where everything became distorted and absurd.

I tried to control my thoughts, only to find myself sinking deeper and deeper.

In this strange classroom, time seemed to stand still, and I felt a mysterious force quietly pulling me.

I took a deep breath and tried to adjust my mindset, trying to find a clue to get out of this twisted and eerie environment.

However, everything in this classroom seems to be silently telling an unspeakable truth, and I am only a part of it.

My mind began to blur, as if a fog had enveloped my mind.

I felt like I wasn't supposed to be here, but I didn't know where I was.

Just then, a piece of chalk suddenly flew by and hit me the forehead.

The pain spread throughout my body, and it suddenly made me feel a little sober.

"Zhao Rui! If you don't listen well to the class in class, go to the back and stop for punishment! ”

The teacher's voice was full of anger and dissatisfaction, like a sharp knife piercing my heart.

The surrounding classmates whispered, and the laughter of mockery echoed in every corner of the classroom.

I felt like I was being laughed at by the crowd, and I walked back dejectedly, overwhelmed by endless humiliation.

The classroom was so familiar, as if I had spent a long time here.

However, I sensed something strange, as if something was missing here.

Looking around, I noticed that the clock on the classroom wall stopped at a strange time, the hands no longer turned, and time seemed to be frozen in a moment where it could not move forward.

I tried to recall the past in this classroom, but I could only vaguely recall some fragments.

It used to be a place for us to study, and the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, full of life and hope.

And now, it has become a deserted and eerie place, eroded beyond recognition by the wind and frost of time.

I looked out the window, and the sunlight was pale and dim through the dusty window on the floor.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, as if a myriad of indescribable forces were quietly watching me.

An inexplicable fear rose in my heart, and I felt as if I had fallen into a twisted and absurd dream.

I paused, trying to clear my thoughts.

I kept telling myself that it was just an illusion, a spooky game.

However, this illusion is so vivid and real that I can't tell the line between reality and illusion.

In this eerie classroom, I felt as if my body was trapped in an invisible cage, and my mind was surrounded by an endless fog.

I have come to understand that this is not just a simple crossing, but a twisted intertwining with time and space.

I couldn't help but wonder if maybe this familiar classroom wasn't really a home, but a strange trap that trapped me in.

I tried to find the missing element, the missing part of my memory, and yet, I couldn't find the answer.

In this distorted and absurd environment, my heart became heavier and heavier.

I felt like I was being controlled, manipulated, everything out of my control.

As much as I tried to keep my sanity, I felt more and more vulnerable and helpless.

I don't know what the truth and purpose of this classroom is, and I don't know how I should face it.

I can only silently endure this strange and ironic environment, looking forward to the emergence of a glimmer of hope, looking forward to recovering the lost memories and directions.

At the beginning of the second period, the teacher walked into the classroom with a girl, and her arrival broke the silence in the classroom.

The teacher smiled and said, "This is a new transfer student, everyone get along well." My gaze followed the teacher's finger and my heart stopped.

The transfer student had long black hair that flowed down her shoulders, reflecting her delicate countenance.

Her small nose and full lips make for a perfect face, and when she laughs, two cute pear swirls appear on either side of her forehead.

Her appearance is so cute, as if she is a fairy who has come out of a fairy tale.

I froze, as if time had stood still at this moment.

Her presence was like a fresh breeze, blowing in my face, making my heart beat faster.

Her eyes were bright and warm, as if she could see through my heart to every corner of my hiding.

I couldn't help but feel my mind being uncovered, and a strange feeling welled up in my mind.

The students in the classroom turned their heads and looked at their new classmates curiously.

There was a strange smile in their eyes, as if they were secretly speculating about something.

I looked at the eyes that were laughing at me, and a sense of powerlessness and unease welled up in my heart.

The girl smiled shyly and nodded slightly, her voice soft and clear: "Hello everyone, my name is Gong Yiyu, please take care of me." ”

Her voice was like a heavenly sound, lingering in the classroom, as if with a mysterious and seductive magic.

I looked up unconsciously, my gaze meeting her in the air.

She smiled slightly, and her eyes revealed an inexplicable sense of closeness.

I felt as if I was attracted to her presence, and an inexplicable emotion swelled in my heart.

Miyayi smiled and walked to her seat, her figure seeming to exude an elusive charm.

I couldn't resist the curiosity and attraction in my heart, but I felt an inexplicable crisis.

At the end of class, boys and girls gathered around Gong Yiyu, and bursts of laughter caused the pigeons outside the window to fly.

I felt a splitting headache, as if I was being choked by an invisible hand. I tried to reminisce, trying to find out the past with Miya.

However, my memories are like shredded pieces of paper that cannot be pieced together.

I coughed a few times, tried to muster up my courage, and shouted, "Gong Yiyu, have we met?" ”

There was a tremor in my voice, revealing the uneasiness and confusion in my heart.

The classmates immediately laughed mockingly.

"Hahahaha...... Zhao Rui, do you have paranoia? You can't just say that because people are beautiful, can you? ”

"It's still old-fashioned, it's so ridiculous, my grandfather won't talk to him......"

The laughter in the classroom came and went, like a group of sneering ghosts, filling my ears.