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Chapter 1 The Daily Life of the Traveler
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On September [-], [-] in the Chinese calendar, it was sunny.

The afternoon sun makes people lazy, and the autumn wind is mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

There are many sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the campus of Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School. You can smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus every school year, and the speech at the opening ceremony of each new school year is always accompanied by the phrase "Scent of Osmanthus" as a partner of "Golden Autumn Sends Refreshment" .

"So, this is called word refining."

Chinese teacher Fu Fang walked down from the podium, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor woke up many people from their sleepiness.

And the next sentence is even more refreshing.

"Next, I will select a few people to make sentences, and everyone will try to extract a word into the sentence by themselves to refine the word."

She put her hands behind her back, and her height of [-] seemed to have doubled at this time, possessing a demon-like oppressive force.

Looking across, all the students lowered their heads and looked at the Chinese textbook intently, as if the portrait of the poet saint on it would do a backflip.

So under such circumstances, Fu Fang saw the boy in the back row who was staring out the window in a daze at a glance, the rhythm of the heels hitting the ground accelerated, and he locked on to the target.

But the boys still didn't realize it, and the expressions of many students became wonderful.

Someone is going to suffer~

Snapped

The rolled textbooks were knocked on the table, calling back the boy's soul.

"Qiao Ji, get up and make a sentence."

In Class One and Three, the penultimate row is next to the window. This position is the VIP sunny scenic spot in the classroom.

If the seat is selected according to force, this is definitely a battleground for military strategists, which is about half of Xuzhou.

The boy stood up. He was as tall as the teacher, with short hair, thin, fair and clean. He was an ordinary and beautiful boy.

Qiao Ji stood up with a confused expression on his face, apparently not knowing what the problem was.

So, he closed his eyes.

At that moment, everything in the outside world is going away, time slows down, and the infinite approaches to stand still.

At the same time, his consciousness entered his own memory space.

In the space of memory, there are countless broken pictures, interpreting the past, fluttering like snowflakes, and like reed flowers, floating with the wind of thoughts.

Qiao Ji appeared in his memory, waved his hand, and all the memory fragments turned into a tornado dancing wildly, gathered like soldiers obeying orders, and condensed into two books, which recorded all his memories in detail.

A past life, a present life.

On the left, there is a hearty young man's portrait on the cover, with a line of numbers below the portrait: '1996.04.28-2022.12.23'

The one on the right has Qiao Ji's portrait on the cover, and the number below it: '2227.09.20-2243.09.19'.

He opened the book on the right, with the year, month and day marked on it. He turned to the end and found today, September 9th.

In fact, the timelines of his two lives are similar, but the calendar of this life is calculated from the first year when the first emperor proclaimed himself emperor.

After the book was opened, he stretched out his hand and pulled the progress bar to the end. The picture on the page began to move. When he clicked on it, there was a sound.

In the picture, it is the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the playground that the eyes glanced at, the PE teacher blowing the whistle, the male high school student who teased his classmates, and the girl stretching her waist.

The voice was the voice of Fu Fang, the Chinese teacher just now.

His memory faithfully recorded everything perceived by the physical device of the body.

Although his own attention was completely out of the window at that time, and he was even wandering outside the classroom, he was not in the classroom at all, but as long as he played it back, he could still play the sound information he received at that time.

Qiao listened to the audio again very carefully, and understood what the teacher asked.

……

Qiao Ji opened his eyes.

He already knew the question, so he replied: "After you leave, a summer will be an autumn."

I almost sang it.

Fu Fang raised her eyebrows slightly, "Sit down and listen carefully."

Qiao Ji heaved a sigh of relief, nodded to show that he understood, and then sat down.

Fortunately, this gentle Chinese teacher, a college student who just graduated, said at the beginning of school that he wanted to be friends with everyone, and he was not harsh.

At that moment, many sentences flashed through his mind, but most of them were classics and could not be copied.

At least not on this occasion.

But Qiao Ji also started staring at the Chinese textbook instead of looking out the window.

After the Chinese textbook was distributed, Qiao Ji had read it three times, and the number of flops was second only to the history textbook.

For this poet sage surnamed Liu, he has nothing to say, since he is also a big boss anyway.

The wheels of the times are rolling forward, and the name of the ruts of history is nothing more than the same.

The historical trajectories of the two worlds are basically the same, but the details are beyond recognition.

For example, this poet sage who is not surnamed Du is also concerned about the country and the people, and he is also a fan of poetry.

Occasionally, you can see familiar things, such as idioms and sayings, similar allusions, etc.

For Qiao Ji, who is quite receptive, such a change in the background of the world is not a big deal, it can be regarded as a parallel world at best, and in his opinion, it is not much different from the previous life.

The only big difference is that this world also has a MOD with supernatural powers.

There are "fire-breathing baby", "flying baby", "three-eyed baby" and "discharge girl".

There are even spirited demons and ghosts.

And Qiao Ji didn't even know if he had supernatural powers.

Excellent memory, can this be considered a supernatural power?

Even if it is, super memory or something, it doesn't sound very cool, it might as well breathe fire.

His memories are all stored and can be retrieved at any time. When recalling the memory, the time in the outside world seems to have stopped, and he can think slowly.

This is probably the biggest advantage of this ability.

Of course, there is also a downside.

"The word boil is used well, but the sentence can be changed, how can I change it?"

The gaze of the Chinese teacher made the students lower their heads again, not daring to look directly, so she could only answer by herself, "How about the hard work and sweat in the hot summer?"

Still no answer.

"Stay into a golden autumn of harvest."

Wow, this is too correct.

It should be chirping chirping, but the students are very rude.

goo~
Qiao Ji's Wu Zang Temple is applying for sacrifices, so he's hungry.

This is the shortcoming. Every time he activates his ability, he gets hungry very fast. When he was reading early a few days ago, he stayed in the memory space for a while and watched a movie from his previous life.

It's the flock of geese down the mountain.

As a result, after the activation ability ended, he passed out directly.

The doctor in the school infirmary said that he had hypoglycemia and told him to eat well, especially breakfast.

Maybe the doctor in the infirmary thinks it is a very common problem for young people not to eat breakfast, and they have seen many such patients.

Since then, Qiao Ji has not stayed in the memory space for too long, and he can quickly solve everything he needs to find. He no longer uses the memory space as a private theater to avoid accidents again.

After the Chinese class was over, Qiao Ji went to the school's canteen, and the three of them settled for a piece of bread.

With some food in my stomach, I feel much better.

When he came back, Qiao Ji saw that the male students in his class were playing a game known as the railing.

It's just squeezing one by one, sticking them back and forth, squeezing an unlucky person into the innermost, and then making some strange actions with unknown meanings.

Some of the frivolous actions were quite indecent, but everyone involved enjoyed it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Tsk~
Qiao walked past with disgust, returned to his seat, stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, and then took out a novel from his bag to read.

He's not going to play with these little kids.

If you have time, why don't you read novels and comics.

After all, he has never read many classic works in this world, so he doesn't have to go around looking for some seedlings that haven't caught fire like he did in his previous life.

This feeling of treasures everywhere is really great, and it's cool to watch.

After school, when I go home, I can still make up movies, TV series, and all kinds of high-quality games. I live a very happy life in this small life.

Qiao Ji stood against the wall, his figure straight.

Sitting in class for too long requires activities, and for teenagers, basking in the sun is also good.

"Qiao Ji, you are watching the Magic Eye Detective series."

The female classmate at the same table spoke suddenly, her voice was soft and weak, as if she was afraid of scaring someone.

Qiao Ji turned a page and replied, "I borrowed it from the library, and I just started reading it."

The girl at the same table is named He Ling, and like Qiao Ji in the class, she is a person with a relatively low sense of existence.

They don't have any close friends, unlike other girls who are in groups of three or five, which is also the same as Qiao Ji.

He Ling also just came back from the outside, she first took a tissue from the table to dry off the water on her hands, then lifted the side of the book, glanced at the cover, "Is this the third book?"

"Well, I didn't see one and two in the library."

This series seems to be quite popular, so Qiao Ji borrowed it when he saw it in the library.

It's just that it may be because of the popularity, there is no first and second part, it should be borrowed by others, so he can only borrow the third part.

Qiao Ji answered without turning his head, immersed in the excitement of the novel.

He Ling sat down, took out his phone and fiddled with it for a while, then couldn't help looking at Qiao Ji again.

The sun was soft and bright, and the handsome young man was standing by the window reading a book, his earnest profile seemed to be coated with a faint white light, and the fluff on his cheeks was completely visible at this moment.

The words are reflected in his eyes, his expression is focused, and he only blinks when turning the pages. At that time, the eyelashes flutter, and the roots are countless, and time flows away from there unconsciously.

Boys can have such good-looking eyelashes, He Ling's cheeks were rosy, and she quietly pointed the phone at Qiao Ji.

click
The sound of the shutter made He Ling hide the phone behind his back in an instant, like a child who made a mistake.

Isn't it on vibration mode?Why does the camera still have sound!
"Ok?"

Qiao Ji heard the voice.

After all, it was quite strange to hear that kind of voice in the classroom. He looked at He Ling, and He Ling became more and more nervous.

"Well...shall I tell you who the murderer is?"

She panicked.

Qiao Ji:?
Did I offend you in any way?

He crossed his arms in front of his chest in a 'daba' pose.

"do not want!"

"Hahaha." She laughed three times, "Just kidding, I have a full set of magic eye detectives at home, if you want to watch, I'll bring you the first one tomorrow."

"Thank you."

This is naturally excellent, after all, I don't know when the library will be able to borrow it.

"Candy?" Qiao Ji took out some candies from his pocket.

It's the kind of hard fruit candy that is very common in supermarkets. Ever since he fainted from hypoglycemia when he activated his ability and watched a movie, he always has a few on his body.

He Ling stretched out one hand, the other hand was still holding the phone and hid it behind his back, he was so nervous that he was about to sweat.

"Does it taste like strawberry?"

"It doesn't seem to be there, only apple and orange flavors." Qiao Ji rummaged through a handful of sugar, "Well, there's also lychee flavor."

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