Having witnessed the vastness of the blue sky, one longs to conquer the boundless sea of stars.
Xu Jing returned to Wuhan City, and after sorting out her heartbreak over her best friend's death, she went back to school.
She needed to quietly and diligently improve herself, instead of living a decadent life as before. However, she didn't expect that almost all of the thirty-odd classmates on the bus had the same idea.
They met at school, and then gradually discovered that time had stopped flowing.
It's been sunny all day long at midday!
"It feels very strange, but why doesn't it seem strange?"
Xu Jing stood at the classroom door, holding her books, but looking at the sky.
Her feeling was strange, and what was even stranger was that many people didn't find it strange at all.
In short, Xu Jing's feelings were very complicated.
Suddenly someone screamed.
Xu Jing turned her head and found a wooden doll on her desk. It was a full-body statue of a middle-aged man. It was very detailed, but for some reason, she felt that the workmanship was rough.
It was that strange, contradictory feeling again, and this time, it wasn't just her who felt uncomfortable.
The seven or eight students in the classroom were pale-faced, staring blankly at the wooden doll.
Xu Jing felt her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest.
She tried to walk forward, but someone grabbed her tightly.
"Xu Jing, don't go over there!"
It's a boy.
If Fang Zong were here, he would realize that this boy is Xu Jing's best friend's boyfriend, the one who was cowardly when his woman died.
But at this moment, Wang Peng's face was full of madness, his emotions were surging, and the three fires that belong to a living person were burning wildly.
"No! There must not be a second time!"
Wang Peng didn't know why he said those words, but he found himself to be very calm.
He appears crazy on the surface, but is actually very calm inside.
He whispered, "I don't know what that wooden doll is, but I feel like we've encountered it before; it's very eerie!"
Xu Jing looked at Wang Peng in surprise.
She found that everyone at school was numb, and only the thirty-odd students in her class could barely maintain normal thinking.
Unexpectedly, Wang Peng was just as clear-headed as she was!
With someone to discuss things with, Xu Jing felt somewhat at ease and asked, "Then what should we do?"
Wang Peng said, "You should just throw it away."
Xu Jing thought it was a good idea and nodded, but said aloud, "Okay, tomorrow."
Wang Peng stared intently at Xu Jing: "No! I'll throw it away today!"
Xu Jing looked at Wang Peng and the others' expressions, then picked up the wooden doll, opened the window, and threw it out.
Their classroom was on the sixth floor, below which was a garbage dump.
Almost at the same time, Xu Jing seemed to hear a muffled thud.
They continued reading, and none of them considered leaving school.
After stretching from reading, Xu Jing was stunned.
On her desk, the wooden doll seemed to be smiling at her.
"Wang Peng!" Xu Jing shouted desperately, "Look, that wooden doll is back again!"
Wang Peng and the other students immediately turned around, their faces showing fear. In their shock, many of the students also became more sober.
They started making phone calls, asking for help.
It seems that deep down, none of them considered abandoning Xu Jing and then scrambling to escape.
Soon, all thirty-six students had arrived.
No, it's thirty-seven, there's one too many!
Fang Zong stood in the crowd, but no one recognized him or asked who he was. They all stared at the wooden doll with fear and resentment in their eyes, as if they were staring at a demon that had destroyed their hometown!
"What a tragic fate!" Fang Zong sighed.
To encounter abnormal events twice, and to meet him both times.
I really can't figure out whether it's a bad relationship between Xu Jing and his students, or whether these students are just experiencing a great deal of good fortune amidst their misfortune.
To put it bluntly, it's a hidden treasure in the chest, and it's incredibly auspicious!
If they can get through this safely again, and their minds are further tempered, Xu Jing and the others will have unlimited potential!
Fang Zong looked at the 'Green Grassland' and was even more surprised.
I never expected that such a weakling would grow to be second only to Fang Jing; he has great potential.
"What should we do?" someone asked softly.
No one knew how to answer. Even Xu Jing and Wang Peng, though clear-headed, were at a loss.
In the eerie silence, Fang Zong walked over and picked up the wooden doll.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a vessel for ghostly energy, a trick to fool people. Without saying a word, it was crushed.
"Do you know who I am?" Fang Zong asked.
Everyone started thinking, quickly shaking their heads. Wang Peng and the two male students gritted their teeth and racked their brains, but in the end, they also shook their heads.
Only Xu Jing looked conflicted, staring intently at Fang Zong.
Suddenly, she clasped her hands together in surprise, then quickly opened them: "You are……………………"
So big!
Fang Zong: "..."
Okay, you're amazing. An ordinary person can withstand the erosion of ghostly energy.
The will of man is as wondrous as the workings of nature; it is truly beyond words.
but!
Can you at least remember something 'good' about me?
I have so many advantages: I'm handsome, I'm amazing, I've saved your lives, and so on. Even just remembering my bald head is fine.
You only remember one thing... 'this big'?
What a tragic fate!
Fang Zong sighed deeply, and with a wave of his hand, the true yang energy transformed into a howling hot wind, directly dispersing the ghostly energy on Xu Jing and the others.
The faces of the thirty-two students immediately went blank, like wooden figures.
Only Xu Jing, Wang Peng, and two other boys were pleasantly surprised. They surrounded Fang Zong and exclaimed, "Brother Martial General!"
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