fifth form

Chapter 83 Changes
On one side is the Holy Land of Xieluosichuan, which is full of all kinds of strange creatures.

On one side is the adult exam that is in progress.

Even if a normal person has experienced it for a long time, Zhang Xuezhou feels that the other party will also suffer from schizophrenia, and it is difficult to get out of certain incidents.

He has seen the situation of some actors. Some actors have difficulty getting out of the role after acting in a play, and even suffer the impact for a lifetime.

But any acting can hardly be as real as the world he lives in.

Compared with these people, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was in good condition.

He can insert a life and quickly escape the corresponding life.

Walking out of the state of practicing doze technique, Zhang Xuezhou just meditated for a few minutes and returned to real life.

He jumped up, his bandaged arms seemed like a big bird about to fly.

But in just a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou was quickly pushed down on the bed.

"Zhang Xuezhou, what are you going to do?"

Perhaps because of being taught too much by the neighbors and seeing the locked windows, Zhang Weimeng stayed up all night, staring at Zhang Xuezhou with big eyes covered with dark circles.

Suddenly seeing Zhang Xuezhou's strange behavior, he stretched out his hand and pressed Zhang Xuezhou down.

"What are you pressing me to do?"

Zhang Xuezhou's body in the dream was already extremely strong and could withstand all kinds of tossing, but his body in reality was still fragile. When he jumped off the building and broke his bones, Zhang Xuezhou's body was even weaker by three points.

In this case, he was easily subdued by Zhang Weimeng.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help shouting when he was pressed to the point of panting.

"What am I forcing you to do?" Zhang Weimeng said loudly: "Do you want to fly up to the sky and stand side by side with the sun when you get up, or something, why are you still jumping up?"

"There is no requirement to follow a certain posture when getting up." Zhang Xuezhou struggled: "What's wrong with getting up like a roc?"

"It's not normal for Dapeng to spread its wings, you..."

"You crushed my wound!"

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou stretched out the bloody bandage that Zhang Weimeng's tense nerves quickly subsided, and he quickly released Zhang Xuezhou who was holding him down.

"It's better not to come back and control me." Zhang Xuezhou said in pain: "If you control me for a few days, I will probably die!"

"Yawn, what's wrong with making such a loud noise so early?"

At the door, Song Fengying walked to the door with sleepy eyes.

Seeing Zhang Weimeng and Zhang Xuezhou who were almost hugging each other, Song Fengying suddenly woke up for a few minutes.

"Having not seen each other for so long, why are you father and son still fighting?"

She was anxious, and quickly stepped forward to hold Zhang Weimeng.

"This is simply the worst adult test peripheral environment in my life!"

Thinking about how he jumped off the building due to brain problems for no reason, and lacked the humanistic care of his family, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his life was too bad.

In this situation, only a mentally ill person like him can survive.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that no normal person would be able to persist like him.

"If you didn't make love chicken soup, I want to go out and buy some breakfast before I go to the exam?"

Zhang Xuezhou stared at his parents, seeing Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's embarrassment, he knew very well that he needed to go out to buy breakfast.

If possible, he thinks it would be nice for the family to be separated, so that at least they won't hurt each other.

If Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying can do their duty, Zhang Xuezhou thinks it would be good to send some money from time to time.

You can't force him to be a mentally ill person, and he has a close relationship with parents like Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying who go out most of the time.

In fact, as the age grows, the children of any family gradually form a sense of distance from their parents, and it is difficult to rely on them as they did when they were young.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that the time had come for him to fly alone.

He glanced at Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, seeing that they had no objection, he put on his clothes slowly.

He glanced at his illness diary and felt that this morning was not suitable for recording.

This made him slowly pace out of the room.

After washing up, Zhang Xuezhou had already gone to Yucai Middle School according to the rhythm of the past.

"Ugh!"

In the room, Zhang Weimeng sighed deeply.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Song Fengying comforted.

"Are we really worth it?"

Thinking of the visible gap between father and son, Zhang Weimeng felt a bit disappointed.

When he sighed, he asked himself and asked.

"Xuezhou and thousands of students are crowding across a single-plank bridge, so why not us?" Song Fengying said: "It's just that our bridge has no exam reminders and certificates!"

"Is it worth it?" Zhang Weimeng asked again.

"Instead of asking me, why don't you ask those candidates who have studied hard for 12 years just for one exam is it worth it?"

Song Fengying's rhetorical question made Zhang Weimeng very clear about the answer.

Whether they like it or not, people are creatures that move upstream.

He can lie flat, and he can accept his own mediocrity, but if the opportunity falls to his head, he can't persist. It will not only disappoint himself, but maybe his family will also be disappointed.

The estrangement between him and Zhang Xuezhou at this time is only temporary, and it may be a regret that cannot be made up for in a lifetime until Zhang Xuezhou goes completely crazy, or Zhang Weimeng dies in mediocrity.

On the way forward, he can hesitate, but he is not allowed to retreat.

"Someone is checking Xuezhou!"

After a while, Zhang Weimeng spoke in a low voice.

"That can only mean that they have gained nothing from us, so they put their hope on Xue Zhou." Song Fengying said: "This may mean that the eyes focused on us are finally going away!"

"Sometimes I really wish I had what they needed so that I could sell it for a good price." Zhang Weimeng lamented, "But apart from a big spring and autumn dream, our bodies age slower than ordinary people, and we have never gained anything else. !"

Zhang Weimeng flipped through the desk, then logged into the author's background, and copied all the latest chapters.

"All I got was a section of the book," Zhang Weimeng frowned.

"That's better than what I got!"

Song Fengying shook her head.

The husband and wife looked at each other.

They knew very well that the memories in their minds did not belong to each other.

Zhang Weimeng is an engineer engaged in crop genetic research, while she is a digital engineer.

It is impossible for the two of them to have a steady stream of inspiration suddenly in their minds, and it is impossible to have a product of another worldview.

The mutation originated 18 years ago.

But to Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, they just saw the light of a shooting star.

Then the meteor fell far away, and the impact of the shock stunned their family of three at that time.

When they woke up again, their bodies were covered with broken and splashed glass shards from the tourist car, and their faces were covered with blood. They were rescued by some people who came to search.

Without the constant consciousness in his mind, Zhang Weimeng felt that everything would have ended at that time.

But he never thought that it was not the end, but just the beginning of an alternative life.

"I don't know whether Manqian's excellence stems from herself, or from the impact of that accident," Zhang Weimeng frowned.

"Then do you think Xuezhou's bad luck is due to genetic defects, or is it due to the impact of that accident?"

Song Fengying opened Zhang Xuezhou's diary.

She looked at page after page of records.

Suddenly, Song Fengying's hand stopped.

She looked at one of the pages and flipped through several pages in a row.

In Zhang Xuezhou's diary, starting from that page, the stagnant experience of previous years began to change.

(End of this chapter)