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Funny anecdotes, just for mindless fun.
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After finishing his morning cultivation, Jiang Wuyuan slowly opened his eyes.
The boy, who had originally intended to practice his swordsmanship a little longer, had no choice but to stop getting up because of the scene before him.
This scene left him bewildered and puzzled.
Because he is now sitting in a bright classroom.
The professor on the stage was lecturing with great enthusiasm, while the students below were diligently taking notes.
Jiang Wuyuan frowned.
He remembered that before he immersed himself in cultivation, he seemed to have been in an empty training room.
So what's going on here?
Illusion?
Jiang Wuyuan will assume this for now.
Just as he was about to draw his sword to cleave the illusion before him, he suddenly realized that all the vital energy in his body and the sword case he always carried with him had disappeared!
Jiang Wuyuan suddenly fell silent.
"Ring ring ring—"
The professor on the stage paused, then threw down the half-used piece of chalk, completely unconcerned that he had only finished explaining half of the problem on the blackboard: "Alright, get out of class dismissed!"
The students in the classroom breathed a sigh of relief, and the scene instantly became noisy.
Having lost his martial arts skills, Jiang Wuyuan had no choice but to follow the example of the person next to him and start packing his textbooks and schoolbag.
Paper textbooks?
This is something that was used tens of thousands of years ago in the history of education on Earth.
Since the development of technology, books have all become electronic versions.
And what is this?
Jiang Wuyuan stared at the black 'brick' beside him and fell into deep thought.
Hey, ice cubes!
It was Huo Ling's voice.
Jiang Wuyuan recognized the voice almost instantly. He turned his head sharply towards the back door of the classroom and saw a red-haired boy in casual clothes leaning against the door frame, waving at him with a smile: "Hey top student, it's time for lunch, stop studying."
"Wow, it's Huo Ling!"
"The new heartthrob of the math department! It's so wonderful to see him up close every day."
"Don't take your good fortune for granted. The person who dethroned the previous school heartthrob just one month into the semester is sitting right in our class!"
Although Jiang Wuyuan did not know why he had lost his cultivation, his hearing was still very good, and he could hear the conversations of the girls around him clearly.
Mathematics Department? Department Heartthrob? Campus Heartthrob?
So, is this really an illusion?
The essence of illusion is to reflect the deepest desires and images hidden in people's hearts.
But judging from the current situation, it seems unlikely that it is an illusion.
Since Jiang Wuyuan had never come into contact with these things, how could they appear in his illusion without any basis?
Thoughts come rushing in, but to others it's just a fleeting moment.
Although reason told Jiang Wuyuan that he should be wary of everything around him, it had been several months since he had heard Huo Ling address him so intimately again.
Even if it's fake.
Even if it's a trap.
He thought.
So Jiang Wuyuan followed others' example, put on his packed schoolbag, held the 'brick' in his hand, and walked towards Huo Ling.
Huo Ling immediately put his arm around Jiang Wuyuan's shoulder: "You're so slow, I've been waiting for you for ages."
Jiang Wuyuan pursed his lips: "I was just packing my things."
"Haha, I know, I know, the way you explained it so seriously is really funny." Huo Ling said, laughing loudly.
Jiang Wuyuan's eyes darkened slightly as he asked tentatively, "How is your cultivation progressing?"
"Cultivation? What cultivation?"
If anyone else asked Huo Ling this question, Huo Ling would probably assume that the person had read some fantasy or cultivation novel.
But this person, Jiang Wuyuan, has never read a single novel since he was a child!
So Huo Ling tried to understand the meaning of this sentence from the perspective of a top student: "Um...you mean studying? Doing practice problems?"
Ah! I swear I've been studying really hard lately! My progress is incredible!
Huo Ling is a very intelligent person, as can be seen from the fact that he was able to get into the same university as Jiang Wuyuan.
However, he was not a person who liked studying very much, and most of the time he needed Jiang Wuyuan to urge him on.
Therefore, Huo Ling subconsciously interpreted cultivation as learning.
Seeing that Huo Ling was spouting several nonsensical words, and that his expression was earnest with a hint of barely perceptible guilt beneath his firm demeanor, Jiang Wuyuan silently withdrew his gaze.
It seems that Huo Ling has no memory of his time on Earth.
So what's going on now?
The boy, who had never heard of the word 'time travel' before, couldn't figure out what it was all about no matter how hard he tried, but he kept his doubts to himself and didn't show them on his face.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wuyuan saw Huo Ling hold the 'brick' in front of his eyes, press a button, and the surface of the brick suddenly lit up.
Jiang Wuyuan was a little curious and moved closer.
Fortunately, he could read.
[Dad: Are you bringing Xiaoyuan over for dinner tonight?]
Huo Ling made a series of crackling sounds.
I have student council and club elections this afternoon, I'm too busy.
The clever Jiang Wuyuan quickly realized that it was a machine similar to an identity bracelet.
It can be used to send messages to others.
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