Chapter 205 Genius Kindergarten (XVIII)

"you……"

Jie Fangcheng couldn't help but take two steps forward. He had too many doubts in his mind.

But when Xie Fangcheng walked forward, Zhang Siquan in front of him took two steps back.

"Jie Fangcheng?"

It was at this time that Jie Fangcheng realized that his perspective seemed to be wrong... No, it should be said that his perspective seemed to have finally returned to normal.

After becoming a kindergarten kid, Xie Fangcheng became shorter and everything seemed very tall to him.

But in the mind space, his perspective became higher.

Have I grown back?

Zhang Siquan looked at the person opposite him quietly.

It’s really... a very familiar face, which looks 70% similar to the kindergarten version of "Jie Fangcheng". After losing the baby fat, the facial features on that face are more distinct and sharper.

Her long white hair was tied up with a red hair crown, and her dark brocade robe was embroidered with large red flowers.

He had a pale face, bright red lips, and one eye was black and the other was white. Although he had a seductive and gorgeous appearance, his whole demeanor was filled with an indescribable solemnity.

At this moment, Jie Fangcheng was also staring blankly at Zhang Siquan in front of him. He couldn't understand: "You...you are Zhang Daoan, right?"

"No." Zhang Siquan denied it very quickly.

He knew very well that he was not "Zhang Daoan". If he had to say it, he was more like an alien soul that suddenly occupied the body of "Zhang Daoan" one day.

Jie Fangcheng opened his mouth, and opened it again.

This kid... this is Zhang Daoan, right? ?

This thinking space, this Ferris wheel, and that fish...where is the fish?

Jie Fangcheng turned his head to look around, and soon he really found the figure of Huimengyu.

Huimeng Fish, which seemed to be dead in its own thinking space, was now happily traveling through this busy city, just like it had returned to its happy hometown. Each scale of the fish looked more translucent, and it was full of vitality that would never appear in Jie Fangcheng's thinking space.

This damn fish!

Zhang Siquan saw him looking at Hui Mengyu, so he reached out his hand.

It is a very simple thing for the owner of the thinking space to catch a fish in his own space, although this has never been done before - has it really never been done before?

Zhang Siquan wanted to catch fish. Although Huimengyu was very close to him and felt that this thinking space was so familiar, it shrank reflexively and the whole fish changed into the same color as the surrounding environment.

The next second, it was caught by someone again without any surprise.

The fish that were caught were very skilled in fishing. They symbolically flapped their wide tail fins twice, made two "ying" sounds, and then stopped moving.

"Your fish."

It was not until Zhang Siquan was about to catch the fish and send it to Jie Fangcheng that the silvery-white Huimeng fish began to struggle desperately as if it was dying.

Damn! This fish is terrible!

No respect at all?

Jie Fangcheng was furious in his heart, but politely refused Zhang Siquan's offer to return Hui Mengyu.

"It was originally raised in your mind space, but it's almost dead here."

"I am not Zhang Daoan."

Jie Fangcheng was silent, then took a deep breath.

"Is there a possibility that you have lost your memory? Of course I know this is ridiculous... but you really are Zhang Daoan." Jie Fangcheng pointed at the sky above his head, and then at the familiar dungeons that he occasionally saw around him, "Look at your artistic sky, and that Ferris wheel, I've ridden it before. And this, this, this around you, do you remember it? It's the dungeon we played together!"

Zhang Siquan didn't say anything, but continued to pass the Huimeng Fish in his hand towards Jie Fangcheng.

This kid!

Jie Fangcheng was a little annoyed: "Aren't you very smart? You should be able to figure it out, right? You are indeed Zhang Daoan?"

Zhang Siquan was very rational: "Maybe I have the memory of 'Zhang Daoan', but that is not me."

Zhang Siquan is very sure that the "self" two months ago and the "self" now cannot be the same person.

"Zhang Daoan" is smart, but his intelligence is programmed. He is gentle, elegant, amiable, and loves learning. He is a good student praised by teachers and parents.

At the same time, this "Zhang Daoan" is helpful, he is perfect and kind.

I am not.

Zhang Siquan was very sure that his heart was filled with boredom and indifference. Although he didn't know where he came from, he was better at discovering the dark side of people and better at dealing with things that grow in the darkness.

Bright sunshine has nothing to do with him, and a character like Zhang Daoan has nothing to do with him at all.

"Do you know the old 'Zhang Daoan'?" Zhang Siquan said calmly, "But I'm really not him."

Jie Fangcheng cried out “Ouch” several times, wishing he had more mouths.

"I'm not talking about the Zhang Daoan you mentioned, I'm talking about the Zhang Daoan I mentioned... How can I explain the whole story to you..." Jie Fangcheng scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and suddenly, his eyes swept across Hui Mengyu beside him.

The Huimeng fish, which was pretending to be dead in Zhang Siquan's hand, felt a sharp gaze and its tail fin exploded in alertness.

"I know! Why don't you just read it in my memory? It's much faster than me telling you!"

Zhang Siquan looked at him deeply.

"Go to your mind space?"

"yes!"

Zhang Siquan was silent for a moment, and Jie Fangcheng was still wondering: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

Zhang Siquan had no idea what the mind space was.

But he could vaguely feel that he was the absolute master in his own thinking space.

What if you enter someone else’s thinking space?

The Jie Fangcheng in front of him not only entered his thinking space without hesitation, but also invited him to look at the memories in his thinking space?

Is this really just an ordinary relationship between brothers and friends?

"Come on, come on, stop dawdling!" Over there, Jie Fangcheng had already grabbed Huimengyu in one hand.

As soon as the white Huimeng fish came into his hands, it showed signs of dying, which made Jie Fangcheng extremely depressed.

"What's wrong with this fish?"

Zhang Siquan explained: "The dream fish coexists with human thinking. If you want to raise it, you need to create a stable enough thinking space for it. If it is not stable enough, it will be difficult for it to adapt."

After the explanation, Zhang Siquan himself was also stunned.

He had clearly never seen this fish before, so why did he know all this now?

Jie Fangcheng didn't expect this, and he felt a little depressed.

"Hey, you're really brave, are you implying that I'm stupid?!"

Zhang Siquan just shook his head: "I didn't mean that."

"Let's go!" Jie Fangcheng didn't care about this anymore. "Professor Zhang, I'll take you to see what we've been through before!"

After saying that, under Huimengyu's control, the two of them popped out of the thinking space at the same time.

As soon as Zhang Siquan opened his eyes, Xie Fangcheng's hands were already ready.

"Come on, come on!" Xie Fangcheng held the fish in one hand and Professor Zhang in the other, his expression obviously happy, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

He couldn't wait to prove to Zhang Siquan that he was not lying and that Zhang Siquan was indeed Zhang Daoan.

Zhang Daoan looked at his hand and finally placed his hand on his.

Jie Fangcheng closed his eyes.

The scene before my eyes changes...

When Zhang Siquan opened his eyes again, he was stunned.

In front of him, the original white-haired "Jie Fangcheng" disappeared, and was replaced by Jie Fangcheng wearing a genius kindergarten outfit.

Five-year-old kindergarten student Jie Fangcheng looked down at his short body and arms, then turned his head away.

Next to him was a classmate wearing glasses who looked somewhat familiar.

Who is coming...

oh!

Zhang Daoan!

Xiaojie Fangcheng took his hand.

"Let's go! We should go to class!"

Xie Fangcheng said.

Zhang Siquan immediately realized what was going on.

Normal people cannot freely enter and exit their own thinking space. There are very few people like Zhang Siquan who have a small city in their thinking space.

Ordinary people do not have strong control over their own thoughts. Once trapped in the thinking space, it is easy for them to forget their true identity and be captured by dreams instead.

Apparently, for some reason, the Dream Fish was unable to trace back to the node that Jie Fangcheng wanted, but instead traced back to this copy.

Zhang Siquan turned around to look, and it was true.

Zhan Xiaoming, Teacher Liu, Zhou Yian...including the two security guards at the door, were all restored.

"Jie Fangcheng, wake up."

Zhang Siquan wanted to remind him, but Jie Fangcheng, who was in a childish state, completely ignored him and just held his hand, and soon the two of them arrived in the classroom.

Zhang Siquan frowned slightly.

This is Jie Fangcheng's thinking space. He is the master of the space. If he doesn't wake up, he will not be able to get out of this place.

But with Jie Fangcheng in this condition, how can he wake up?

Have you cleared this dungeon?

Zhang Siquan frowned, he already felt the situation was a bit tricky.

If Jie Fangcheng himself thought deep down that he was just a five or six-year-old kid, then it would be difficult for him to display his full strength. His own strength would be limited by Jie Fangcheng's impression of him within his thinking space.

Needless to say, Jie Fangcheng has never felt that he has any fighting power.

Zhang Siquan was still thinking, but Jie Fangcheng in front of him suddenly pressed his shoulders and looked at him.

"Don't worry, I will protect you no matter what this time."

The pair of black eyes looked straight at him, and Zhang Siquan suddenly retracted his fingers slightly.

Of course, Zhang Siquan immediately realized that this was not empty talk.

Even in Jie Fangcheng's dream, his strength at the age of five or six was far beyond that of everyone present.

At noon, he beat up the teacher NPC. When he turned around and saw Zhou Yian, Jie Fangcheng also beat Zhou Yian up.

Zhang Siquan watched from the side: "..."

Is this person so, so... cool in the dream?

When school was over in the evening, Jie Fangcheng still held out his hand: "Let's go."

"…Where are you going?"

"Go home!"

go home?

While Zhang Siquan was still a little puzzled, the scene in front of them changed again.

A tall and antique palace stood in front of the two of them. Before Zhang Siquan could come to his senses, he was led into the palace by Jie Fangcheng in front of him.

They were still five or six years old... No, maybe seven or eight? They both seemed to have grown up a bit.

The guards in purple robes were looking at him anxiously.

"Your Highness! The immortals are fighting outside, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to take a look." As he said this, Jie Fangcheng still held Zhang Siquan's hand tightly and led him through this prosperous and wealthy palace, and finally arrived at a palace that looked like a temple.

He took Zhang Siquan with ease and when they got inside the temple, they found that it was built in an extremely luxurious way.

In the middle of the temple, there is a golden statue that looks very compassionate. The king, wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, kneels devoutly at the feet of the statue.

After he finished the worship, he greeted Jie Fangcheng who came over.

"Prince, you come and pay your respects as well."

Xie Fangcheng sneered.

The next second, he put his fingers together with the sword and cut through the head of the statue with one stroke.

The emperor was furious: "Rebellious son! You are disrespectful to the gods. Do you want Da Ru to be buried with you?"

Big Ru?

Is this Jie Fangcheng’s memory?

The surrounding scene changed several times, and when Zhang Siquan opened his eyes again, he saw yellow sand everywhere in front of him.

Before he could come to his senses, a familiar voice came from beside him.

"Pass the order down, attack the city tomorrow!"

Zhang Siquan turned his head suddenly and saw Jie Fangcheng standing beside him, who looked to be a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was wearing a silver helmet, a red cloak, and holding a gentleman's sword that looked a little too long.

Although he has a weird appearance, he has a firm expression and a youthful temperament that makes people excited.

Before Zhang Siquan could come to his senses, he felt his hand being held tightly again.

Jie Fangcheng placed his right hand on the sword, and held Zhang Siquan beside him tightly with his other hand.

"Don't worry, I will protect you." Once again, he said this.

"I..." Before Zhang Siquan could say anything, the scene in front of him changed again.

This time it was in a strange place that looked like a brick factory.

The flames licked at what was in front of them... What was this?

A statue of a deity?

It was a statue completely different from the ones I had seen before.

It is not made of gold...

One corpse after another was sent into the fire and turned into the "flesh and blood" of the statues, with countless crying people kneeling around them.

The incense is burning, but it is also filled with ghostly spirits.

The crying throughout the palace was mournful and sorrowful.

“Your Highness…”

At this moment, Zhang Siquan seemed to feel cold.

He turned his head and saw an illusory ghost figure before his eyes, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

Jie Fangcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the people kneeling around the flames.

Zhang Siquan noticed that at some point, the high-spirited young general's hair had turned completely white.

He still looked the same as he was young, except that his long white hair hung down on his sides like a handful of fresh snow.

The ghost lightly held the hand of Zhang Siquan beside him. At this moment, he gently lowered his eyes and looked at the people who were kneeling and worshiping the fire.

"I will protect them."

Zhang Siquan was stunned for a moment.

But almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Siquan saw... a scene of blood flowing like a river.

It was a square temple that looked like a coffin, with a "statue" enshrined in the temple.

"Your Highness", who looks 70% like the statue, wearing a crown and a black robe, is standing in front of the statue, with dozens of corpses lying neatly beside him.

In his hand he held a slender gentleman's sword, and was stabbing it into the heart of the man in front of him.

The person who died in his hands seemed to have no complaints, but just held his sleeve reluctantly.

“Your Highness…”

Xie Fangcheng did not respond.

He embraced the corpse and gently placed it on the ground. His hands were already stained with blood.

After standing up, he seemed to reflexively want to pull the hand of Zhang Siquan beside him, but when he stretched out his fingers, he was concerned about the blood on his hands and slowly retracted them.

The next moment, Zhang Siquan grabbed his hand.

Jie Fangcheng turned his head, looked at him and smiled.

Before he could respond to the smile, when Zhang Siquan opened his eyes again, he saw the scene change again.

They seemed to be on a mountain, with several strange men and women standing around them.

Dark clouds filled the space between heaven and earth, and thunder and lightning flashed above the sky. At this moment, human beings were as small as grains of sand.

Before Zhang Siquan could come to his senses, he felt as if he was being pulled by something and suddenly stood in front of Fang Cheng.

This familiar moment, which he had experienced before, made "Zhang Siquan" seem to recall something in his heart.

At that time, he wanted to say something to Jie Fangcheng who caught him in front of him——

"See you later."

He seemed to know who he was.

Zhang Siquan looked at Jie Fangcheng who was protected by him. Just as he was about to say something, the person in front of him had red eyes and his long hair was flying.

The next moment, in his dream where the outcome had already been determined, he suddenly pulled Zhang Siquan, who was standing in front of him, behind him.

A white light shot over from far away, and Zhang Siquan's heart tightened: "Jie Fangcheng!"

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The two were ejected from Jie Fangcheng's thinking space at the same time, and Jie Fangcheng beside him spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood.

Zhang Siquan hurriedly supported him.

Jie Fangcheng clutched his sleeve tightly, looking at him with unfocused eyes, and it was as if he was looking through him at others - looking at the many people he had promised to protect but ultimately failed to protect.

"...Zhang Daoan?"

Zhang Siquan was silent for a moment, and finally responded to this strange yet familiar name.

"I am here."

The next second, Jie Fangcheng fell into his arms.

.

When Zhan Xiaoming happily knocked on his brother Jie's door the next day, it was Zhang Siquan who opened the door.

When he saw Zhang Siquan, Zhan Xiaoming felt as if his neck had inexplicably shortened.

It's so strange, why does this person seem to have a murderous aura?

He turned sideways, wanting to see if his brother Jie had woken up, but there was no light in the room, and Zhang Siquan was blocking the way, so he couldn't see anything.

Zhan Xiaoming could only ask in a low voice: "Well, um...where is my brother Jie?"

"He has taken a leave of absence today, you can go to school by yourself." After Zhang Siquan answered, he wanted to close the door, but Zhan Xiaoming hurriedly blocked him.

"Ah? What happened to Brother Jie?"

Zhan Xiaoming's question was three parts puzzled, five parts curious, and the remaining two parts were a little worried.

After all, Jie Fangcheng is so strong that even ghosts have to march in step when they get in front of him.

But unfortunately, after he asked this, Zhang Siquan in front of him glanced at him coldly with a fake smile.

"What? If he doesn't go to class, you won't go either? It's not good to completely put your life and death in the hands of others and let others bear the pressure that they shouldn't bear, right?"

Zhan Xiaoming was scolded for no reason and felt a little uncomfortable, but Zhang Siquan was telling the truth.

If Jie Fangcheng hadn't gone to class with him, he really wouldn't dare to go to kindergarten now.

Teacher Liu now regards him as a thorn in his side. If he wants to go to class alone, something bad will definitely happen.

Up to now, if it weren't for Jie Fangcheng, Zhan Xiaoming would have never had such an easy life. He would wake up in the hotel every day and even went out for a barbecue yesterday, making it seem like he was on a picnic.

Without Jie Fangcheng, Zhan Xiaoming would have died on the first day.

"Well... I'll take a rest today too." Zhan Xiaoming didn't dare to go in the end. He was about to retreat timidly, but Zhang Siquan called him back.

"These are for you."

Zhang Siquan raised his hand and gave all of Zhou Yian's props to Zhan Xiaoming, then asked: "I have a few questions for you."

"What?"

"How can I become a player of your game?"

"ah?"

Zhan Xiaoming was startled. Just as he was about to explain the three types of players he had mentioned to Jie Fangcheng, Zhang Siquan asked with a clear goal: "If I want to become a player of your game, what should I do?"

Doesn't this person hate this game? Why does he want to become a gamer again?

But this question really stumped Zhan Xiaoming. Zhan Xiaoming shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's probably random?"

Zhang Siquan repeated: "Should? Maybe? Probably?"

Zhan Xiaoming was about to cry: "Brother, you have to understand me. How could I know such a profound question?"

Zhang Siquan nodded: "I understand."

After saying that, he was about to close the door, and Zhan Xiaoming quickly handed all the props back.

"this……"

"You take it."

Zhan Xiaoming took a look at them when he first got them. Jie Fangcheng didn't like these props, but the attributes of each one were indeed very good.

Auxiliary props, especially general-purpose auxiliary props, are easy to sell, if nothing else.

Seeing that Zhan Xiaoming was about to say something, Zhang Siquan said calmly: "Zhou Yian might come to our house at noon, you can just run away with the props."

Zhan Xiaoming let out an "ah", and for a moment he had no idea how many thoughts were turning around in his mind.

After Zhang Siquan closed the door, he made up his mind and sat down in front of the two people's door.

Then he hesitated for a moment and moved back to the door of his room.

This way, if Zhou Yian really comes, he will know it first.

If he failed to win and died instead, the room behind him would be empty and Brother Jie and the others would not be implicated.

But...Isn't anything really going to happen to Brother Jie?

Zhan Xiaoming thought worriedly.

Inside the door.

On the bed, Jie Fangcheng, who was originally in kindergarten, now had white hair and was wearing a robe embroidered with red flowers.

He lay quietly on the bed, but after a while he suddenly turned into a child again.

If someone could hear the sound in his ears now, they would find that system prompts are constantly ringing in his ears.

[Ding——The copy connection failed. ]

【Ding——The copy is connected successfully.】

[Ding——copy connection failed...]

[Ding——Unknown relationship detected, parsing in progress. ]

[Ding——Already close to the game system, version number 1.0, trying to connect. ]

[Ding - Warning! Illegal version!! Please hand it over to the A District Game Management Committee for processing as soon as possible! Illegal versions can easily cause irreversible damage to the player's brain. It is forbidden to connect to illegal...]

Zhang Siquan's hand touched Jie Fangcheng's forehead, and the alarm that kept ringing in his mind disappeared.

Beside Zhang Siquan, the silvery-white Huimeng fish limply huddled like a pancake, pretending to be dead as if it was frightened.

Although he didn't know why, Zhang Siquan knew very well that it was not Hui Mengyu's fault.

Xie Fangcheng's current thought space seemed like a large piece of star fragments. The injuries he had suffered in the thunder tribulation had not yet healed, but he was anxious to prove that "Zhang Siquan" was "Zhang Daoan".

He tried to force Huimengyu to take the two of them to relive everything they had experienced before, but his own thinking space was completely unable to support Huimengyu to relive the past.

Not only that, perhaps because he forced himself to go back in time, it instead aroused his inner demons. Now Huimengyu can't enter his thinking space, which is now a frozen scorched earth.

"Jie Fangcheng?" Zhang Siquan called his name softly.

Jie Fangcheng was still lying there quietly, looking unaware of anything.

Zhang Siquan turned his gaze towards Huimengyu.

What little he could remember were incoherent fragments.

Some of them were very strange, as if they were himself, but not quite.

It seemed as if his mind was mixed with the memories of another person. Was that person... a university professor?

But it's strange that he knows all that knowledge and can master it very skillfully.

It seems like there is a... younger brother?

I don't remember.

I don't remember anything.

"Zhang Siquan" reached out to Mengyu this time.

"I recognize you... No, I recognize you all." He murmured, "It seems like... I put you in the 'river'."

The dream fish flapped its tail fin and swam obediently into his hands.

"Zhang Siquan" closed his eyes and returned to his own thinking space.

The city before his eyes seemed to have not changed at all, but it seemed to have undergone subtle changes along with the owner's mentality.

Too small.

This city... no, this thinking space is too small.

"Zhang Siquan" looked at the oil-painted sky.

What's beyond this sky?

The Huimeng fish sensed danger and swam madly in front of him.

"Zhang Siquan" thought for a moment and understood.

"I'm not strong enough now. Is it dangerous to open the sky?"

Huimengyu's belly turned over, vividly reminding him that it was not danger but death.

Is that so?

Zhang Siquan looked at the sky again, then looked away.

He looked at the buildings around him, some strange and some familiar, and then he thought of a new idea.

Zhang Siquan closed his eyes. Soon, the surrounding buildings squeezed together and finally created a little space at the edge.

This little space... should be enough.

Zhang Siquan thought about it and opened his eyes.

Jie Fangcheng was still sleeping soundly and looked very peaceful, but even Hui Mengyu could not enter his thinking space. One could imagine what kind of things were going on in his thinking space right now.

Zhang Siquan reached out and held Jie Fangcheng's hand.

The Huimeng fish anticipated what he was going to do and swung its tail even more frantically.

Zhang Siquan smiled.

He muttered to himself, "Since I can't enter, then 'bordering' will be okay, right?"