"Hey, classmate! What are you doing standing there? Sit down!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Ge, but Chen Ge did not respond. He coughed twice before Chen Ge came to his senses and quickly sat back in his seat.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" The round-faced fat boy asked Chen Ge secretly, but Chen Ge said nothing and kept his eyes on Zhang Ya on the podium.

"Xicheng Private College was closed six years ago, and Zhang Ya died a year before the closure. If we calculate the time, if that incident hadn't happened, she would be like this now at the age of 25."

Being stared at by Chen Ge, the female teacher on the podium smiled at him and then looked at the other students.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge forced himself to calm down. He hid his backpack under the table and secretly opened it to check the items inside.

Nothing else changed, except that Zhang Ya's bedtime story book "ran out" from the interlayer again and pressed on top of all the items.

The middle-aged man left, and Zhang Ya began her first class. Chen Ge, who was sitting by the wall, quietly opened Zhang Ya's storybook.

Inside the blood-red cover were pages of blank paper. All the bloody and horrific stories were gone, and the words written in blood seemed to have never appeared.

"When I entered the world behind Fangyu's door, the words on the storybook seemed to have disappeared. What is the real purpose of this book? Why do all the bloody words on the book disappear every time I enter the world behind the door? Where did they go?"

"When I first opened the door, I felt as if I had fallen into a sea of ​​blood. I almost suffocated to death. Fortunately, a pair of hands caught me."

"I remember there was also a strange man's voice at that time, and it seemed that he was asking me why I came to see him. Was the owner of this voice Yu Jian?"

Chen Ge's mind was a little confused. He lay on the desk, pillowing his head on the storybook that ordinary people would die if they touched it, and even the red-clothed girl was afraid of it.

"I need to organize my thoughts. The world behind this door is too special. The probability that the fetus is hidden here is very high."

Chen Ge picked up the pen on the table and began to write on the blank notebook: "The school and the buildings outside the school are all scenes in my memory. So far, there are also two people who appear around who are only in my memory. I have no impression of most of the other students. The middle-aged man who brought Zhang Ya here just now is also the first time I have seen him. It can be seen that the general framework of this world is woven according to my memory, but it also contains the memory of another person."

The memories of different people intertwined into a common world. Chen Ge had seen such a situation before, that is, the psychic ghost school.

The ghost school, which was originally just an ordinary three-star scene, continued to absorb students' memories and integrate scenes, and eventually transformed into a four-star one.

But the difference between the world behind the door and the psychic ghost school is that there is no gloomy and depressing atmosphere here. If Chen Ge had not clearly remembered that he pushed the door open, he would probably have thought that this was somewhere outside the door.

Everything is so real that it is completely consistent with reality.

"I seem to have overlooked something important. I have too few clues now, so I can only focus on Zhang Ya and the math class representative..." Chen Ge was carefully listing the known information in his notebook, preparing his next plan, when he suddenly found that the classroom had become quiet and all the students seemed to be looking at him.

The hand that was supporting his head slowly dropped down, Chen Ge looked to the side, and a faint fragrance wafted to his nose.

"Listen to the class carefully." Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Ge, tapped Chen Ge lightly with the book in her hand, and then left.

Looking at Zhang Ya's back, Chen Ge touched the place where Zhang Ya had hit him just now. The woman in front of him overlapped with the woman in his mind, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The class passed quickly, and Chen Ge did nothing except looking at the teacher: "If I really had Zhang Ya as a teacher in high school, I would probably get another 100 points more in the college entrance examination."

"Come on, forget it. The class is over and you haven't even taken out your textbook." The round-faced fat boy covered his face and said, "Wake up, brother. Stop dreaming and study once in a while."

"You don't understand. I'm not the one dreaming." Chen Ge left his seat with his backpack and chased after him. He knew it was not good to shout the teacher's name loudly in the corridor, so he ran to the new teacher and asked, "Zhang Ya?"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Ge with a smile: "You want to call me teacher, is there something wrong?"

"You really don't remember me?" Chen Ge wanted to test it out. The world behind the door was formed based on the memory of the person who pushed the door. Those who were formed by memory would definitely remember the person who pushed the door.

"I remember you." Zhang Ya looked at Chen Ge seriously, and suddenly her expression changed: "You are the guy who didn't pay attention in class just now and drew in my class."

"Drawing?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya in front of him. He didn't know what he looked like in Zhang Ya's eyes at this moment. Maybe she really had forgotten him. "I was writing something."

Chen Ge took out a storybook from his backpack and flipped through it in front of Zhang Ya: "Do you remember anything?"

"Is this the outline of the novel you wrote?" Zhang Ya was a little surprised.

"Why are we talking about writing novels again?" No matter what Chen Ge said, Zhang Ya just treated him as an interesting big boy with a smile on her face all the time.

"Go back to class. I support your interest in writing novels, but don't let it affect your studies."

The Zhang Ya in front of him had lost her youthfulness and had become mature and gentle, making people want to get closer to her.

"You really treat me like a child." Chen Ge took back the storybook helplessly.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Ya, who was wearing a suit and skirt and looked very steady, inadvertently revealed a very cute expression.

"You are the teacher and I will listen to you. I am going back to class." Chen Ge walked towards the classroom with his backpack. Halfway through, he looked back and saw Zhang Ya entering the office alone. "So this is how Zhang Ya smiles. She is completely different from usual. She is so beautiful that it's a bit unfair."

Glancing at his own shadow, Chen Ge sighed softly, "I finally got a chance to bully Zhang Ya, but I didn't expect that she is actually a teacher. It's too hard for me."

Back in the classroom, Chen Ge didn't listen to the class at all. He used his Yin Pupil to observe the town outside from his seat.

This was indeed Liwan Town, but it was completely different from the chaotic and crazy Liwan in his memory. The people here were simple and honest, and everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. Not to mention the ghost fetus, he didn't even sense a trace of negative emotion.

"Is this place like the psychic ghost school, with day and night being two extremes?"

"Student sitting by the window, please come up and answer the question on the blackboard." A male teacher's voice came from the podium.

Chen Ge also respected the other party. He stood up, glanced at the blackboard, and shouted loudly: "I don't know."