Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze felt a moment of disorientation.

The scene before my eyes changed in an instant. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my classmates standing still, their steps frozen in place.

An Linyue, standing beside him, parted her lips slightly and looked at Lu Ze with curiosity.

The cooking fumes drifting from the direction of the cafeteria in the distance froze in mid-air, like a holographic projection that had been paused.

Lu Ze knew he had returned from the Immortal Ship Luofu.

Just now, as he was about to go out to find Jingtian, he sensed the world's rejection, a familiar feeling of rejection that was stronger than ever before.

He only had time to go back to the bathroom, take out the copier, point it at himself, and press the shutter to create a clone so that the clone could replace him and complete the plans that he could no longer complete.

I also used the remaining time to change my clothes.

Otherwise, if someone were dressed in modern clothes one second and then suddenly changed into a long robe in the style of a fantasy ship the next, it would definitely cause a commotion in the surrounding area.

An invisible wave spread out from Lu Ze.

The surrounding space seemed to have been put on hold, the frozen flow of people resumed, the fumes from the cafeteria continued to drift into the sky, and the sound of basketballs hitting the ground echoed from the distant playground.

An Linyue, standing beside him, blinked her big eyes, still waiting for his reply.

Lu Ze had forgotten what he was going to say two years ago.

However, he was already used to this situation. Every time he traveled back, he would feel a sense of disorientation for a few seconds, and immediately changing the subject was the best way to deal with it.

He subconsciously took out his phone, wanting to glance at the time to check his sense of time. The moment the screen lit up, Lu Ze was stunned.

The phone has been repaired.

The grotesque crack that the monk in the robes had cleaved with his sword had vanished without a trace, and the screen was perfectly intact.

My message bar is filled with unread messages from Xing.

Seeing Lu Ze staring at his phone without saying a word, An Lin Yue leaned closer to see what he was looking at so intently.

She was wearing a light beige sweater that had a faint fragrance, and she was so close that Lu Ze subconsciously took a half step to the side.

Lu Ze quickly turned off his phone and put it in his pocket, giving An Lin Yue an apologetic smile.

"Um... I suddenly remembered something I need to do at home, so I'll have to go now."

Without waiting for An Linyue's reaction, he turned and walked quickly toward the school gate.

Lu Ze's sudden change caught An Lin Yue off guard. She stood there blankly, watching his receding figure, and stomped her feet in anger.

Several boys from her class secretly glanced back at her a few times, but she quickly looked away after giving them a glare.

Lu Ze was only focused on seeing what Xing had sent him, and had no time to pay attention to anything else.

He walked across the paved road lined with greenery at the school gate, found a quiet bench to sit down, opened the chat interface with Xing, and slowly swiped his finger across the screen, browsing through the messages he had missed over the past two years.

He hadn't spoken to Xing for two years; this was the first time he'd been out of contact with Xing for such a long time since he got the phone.

Lu Ze leaned back on the bench, gazing at the sky above, fragmented by the lush foliage, took a deep breath, and opened the video call dialer.

My finger hovered over the dial button, but I hesitated to press it. An indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

He and Xing haven't spoken for two whole years, but Xing probably hasn't even finished her morning yet and is probably thinking about what to have for lunch.

This feeling of time being out of place is quite wonderful.

Moreover, he estimated that Fu Xuan should be beside Xing at this moment.

Lu Ze felt more guilty than reluctant to part with Fu Xuan.

At the same time, she felt a little uneasy, wondering if Fu Xuan still liked her after the past thirty years.

She had only been back for a short while, but thirty years had passed for her.

Even if the people of the Immortal Ship are immortal beings, thirty years is still thirty years, not proportionally converted into three months or three years.

These complex emotions intertwined in Lu Ze's heart, like a tangled mess that he couldn't untangle.

He took a deep breath of the campus air, which was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.

Then, he pressed the dial button heavily.