"classmate, do you want to talk about it?"

He suddenly opened his eyes, there was a mass of fuzzy color, the red color moved and changed.

The dark colors seem to be getting brighter, they split into pieces, they have their own colors, and the world gradually wakes up.

However, the brain is numb, there is a wonderful sense of fragmentation. The body comes to kill, the soul has not returned for a long time, everything outside is separated by a layer of color block filter, vaguely.

"which one do you want, classmate?"

Where does the voice come from, left or right? is she talking to herself? I am. Who is it?

His head seemed to be dull, but he stood there blankly, and the soul, which had not been fully stuffed into his body, was picking up the messages at the breakneck speed of Oblivious.

'who am I?'

Confirming his identity seemed to be an important thing, and he was sure, he knew, that there was a voice saying it was important.

But he was still wooden, and his hand stretched out slowly, like a zombie, but he didn't seem to know why he wanted to reach out. The body is a newly thawed corpse, and the organs of sensing and feedback are still asleep, unable to give a correct response.

"classmate, how can you tell me?"

He was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and he was shivering all over. Although his eyes were still blurred, he was sober: I was Ren Yifei.

The moment the name appeared, the memory seemed to be brought out. There was some confusion, and the memory fragments were rolled up by a whirlpool. It took him a long time to confirm: I am Ren Yifei, here. It's a vice president.

White hair Khan climbed up his back, and Ren Yifei felt a kind of unspeakable horror. His soul seemed to jump out of the three-dimensional world, and in a strange way came into contact with the consciousness without form, which did not know where to hide.

In the depths of the unspoken consciousness, an eye opened in the crack, and the accidental connection between his soul and the world came to an abrupt end.

When the soul returned, he even felt how it had been crammed into the body, and then he made contact and woke up.

Close your eyes, open your eyes, briefly dizzy, the eyes finally do not look like a fuzzy color block, but a fuzzy person and a fuzzy background.

Well, at least he knows where this is.

This is a canteen, and he has a plastic card in his hand, which is being handed to the aunt of the canteen. The glass of the canteen reflected his dull face.

Ren Yifei was in a trance again, and some of the soul that had just been stuffed in floated out again, as if floating over the sky. He felt that everything was as fake as a cake model in the window.

How am I supposed to feel bad? Is it something that is affecting me?

He felt that he was being pulled and unable to control his actions, but this just angered him.

How can he allow his body to get out of control?

"here, here." There was a vague syllable in his mouth and his fingers ordered through the glass. The finger bounced abnormally, as if two consciousness were sawing.

The aunt in the canteen didn't think much about it. She often saw this kind of students who stayed up all night looking like walking corpses.

"here." Estimating the student's food intake, she clipped two twistbread and a piece of fried pork steak, put an fried egg on top, and then swiped her card.

So much food adds up to nine yuan, and only the student canteen has such a benefit.

Ren Yifei got the dinner plate, and the students in the body urged him to buy the breakfast and go quickly, so as not to delay the students with noodles. He walked slowly towards an empty seat.

Step by step, the world slowly becomes clear, his world is like foggy glass being wiped clean, and those vague figures also have a muffled face.

He arrived at the vacant seat safely, sat down, and let out a long puff.

The breakfast served in the canteen is rich and varied. In his noodles, there is a man with mixed noodles, a large sea bowl with folded hands, white rice noodles soaked in it, a large portion of sour sauerkraut and sour bamboo shoots, and sprinkled with a spoonful of oil.

Through a sniff, the smell of sauerkraut makes people's mouth lively, and his soul seems to be attracted to him and is willing to stay in this body more steadily.

When he found this, he picked up twistbread on his plate and swarmed between the snow-white dough to see layers of reddish-brown bean paste, thin and sweet.

Twistbread wrapped in bean paste is so delicious that it is so hot that all the bean paste will flow out.

Ren Yifei suddenly remembered that red beans pickled with sugar, also known as honey beans, bean paste is delicious, honey beans are also delicious.

When a twistbread eats, his ear is filled with the sound of life, and the estrangement between him and the world seems to be thinner. Ren Yifei himself was surprised that it was delicious food that left his foolish soul so that it would not drift away.

He looked at Fried Spareribs, nearly a centimeter thick on the plate, which was golden, wrapped in egg liquid and covered with crisp food fried with bread crumbs.

That kind of golden shiny appearance really seduced him all the time. Ren Yifei finally couldn't help it. He held out his chopsticks and picked up the pork chop.

"Ka rub", the moment it was bitten, the crisp bread bran was stuck together by the egg, and the surface of the crisp bread bran was broken and crushed, and the smell of meat floated out of the gap with hot onion.

A sudden purr came from his stomach, which seemed to urge him.

Fried Spareribs, who doesn't even have the sauce, will be a little dry and monotonous, but when he takes a bite, what he eats in his mouth is tender, juicy pork.

Ren Yifei could imagine that the steamed rice would make it so tasty, and that the cook would loosen its fiber tissue with a mallet, and then marinate it in a sauce basin.

He put the fried eggs on Fried Spareribs, when they were combined, the crisp pork chops and the soft and tender fried eggs were independent of each other and perfectly matched, which was another feast of taste buds.

If only two crispy lettuce leaves rich in water come together, how delicious would it be?

As Ren Yifei ate Fried Spareribs and fried eggs, everything in his eyes became so clear that he could see clearly the red dots that had just emerged from the corners of his mouth.

He felt that his IQ and intelligence had come back, his brain was running at high speed, his memory fragments were arranged for his examination, and the body was completely controlled by him.

There has never been such a thing in Israel, he thought. Soon he looked like a drunken, uncontrolled drunkard, but now he is wide awake.

Ren Yifei is sure that this is not his original story, but that there is a problem with this deputy.

He seems to pick up some signals that transcend the dimensions.

I can't describe it. just feel horrified.

How exactly, now to recall, but no matter how can not remember.

I don't know if he is the only one, or all other players enjoy the same treatment. If you are a fan, are these players all right now?

After eating everything, he wiped his hands with a paper towel, but he pretended to look for something in his bag. He took advantage of the blocking effect of the bag to take the opportunity to look at the identity card:

[one of the players is the ghost of the ghost, find it, or live for more than seven years. ]

[role task: kill it. ]

Identity: student. ]

[role: Zhang Zhengyuan. ]

[key words: dark blue. ]

[100]

The role's task is to 'kill it'?

it?

Ren Yifei pondered the word, which seemed not to refer to a certain person, but more like some non-human being. How could the original owner have anything to do with this kind of thing? Is it?

He thought of the feeling that the soul was out of body just now.

There was no time to think about it. Ren Yifei took out his resume, but he pretended to take it out of his schoolbag, which seemed aboveboard in the busy school canteen.

The shape of the resume looks like the A4 paper in the print shop at the door. He is open and aboveboard, and no one takes a second look.

This time, the resume did not become a demon, or this deputy did not hide his identity, so he did not become a demon. In short, this is a resume of ordinary boys.

His name is Zhang Zhengyuan, a family of three. He is very healthy and has a harmonious family. He has not experienced any dramatic things such as terminal illness, car accident, amnesia and so on. It is very ordinary.

The original owner's character is a little sensitive and weak, and his study is also general. When he was admitted here, he was admitted to a private university with a high fee but a good reputation, and became a student majoring in sculpture in the Department of Fine Arts.

Now he is just a sophomore, and it is early summer.

It is indeed early summer in the canteen to see people wearing short sleeves, long sleeves and five-minute sleeves.

Just from the resume, this is an ordinary college student to rule out the options of "extraordinary history" or "special experience".

None of the characters that players enter will have nothing to do with the main plot, so will the original owner encounter abnormal events in the future?

With doubt, he checked the original owner's schoolbag, except for a bag of scrapers, and found a book about the history of ancient architecture. However, the original owner was a sculpture major in the art department.

In the pocket of the schoolbag, he also found a class schedule, on which the courses, including the time and the classroom, were written. On the back of the class schedule is a map carefully drawn with a neutral pen, and which building is written on each square.

The first time he met the original owner who sent clues like a fool, he was almost moved to death.

The mobile phone shows that it is Monday morning, and there is only one class in the morning, at eight o'clock, but now it is already seven o'clock and ten o'clock.

Ren Yifei wrote down the map, put on his bag and turned to the door.

According to the original owner, he won't do anything late. If he asks for leave, he doesn't know which one is the teacher of this professional course in the morning. So we might as well hurry to the classroom.

He walked out of the canteen and bathed in the golden sun. The remaining cold feeling on the body was completely dispelled, and the numb and frozen soul was completely melted into the body, and the sense of alienation from the world disappeared completely at this moment.

Ren Yifei looked at the time and identified the direction before he began to travel.

The teaching building is on the opposite side of Mingguang Lake in the college. He needs to go half a circle or walk on the bridge. He chose to run on the bridge, the zigzag water corridor, and the wooden floor of the bridge floor creaking as Yifei ran in a hurry.

The early morning sun is gentle and affectionate, the early morning wind is fresh and moist, and even the campus in the early morning has a different sense of beauty. The students who sit on the chairs on the bank to practice English communication, and the students who get together to hang their voices, all add color to the beauty of the morning.

Everything is beautiful.

Ren Yifei's heart, that trace of the remaining strange is getting shallower and lighter and lighter.

He quickly found an oval-shaped teaching building where the art students were located. It was very high and had more than 20 floors visually observed. Students kept entering the door.

Ren Yifei loosened his breath, and it was not time for the deputy to take a real shot in the day.

"get out of the way!" A big brother around him suddenly roared and rushed towards him. Ren Yifei didn't know what was going on, and the man was taken to the ground to roll.

"Bang!" A falling object fell from the place where he used to stand.

It's a person, no, it's a puddle of meat now.