Soul Patch

Chapter 307 It's a bit ugly, let's burn it!
The disorientation from the time travel hadn't yet dissipated when Wenjie heard a familiar voice from the front yard: "Miss, who are you looking for?"

It's my mother's voice.

He was so familiar with that voice that he wouldn't mistake it even if he heard it in his sleep.

The fourteen-year-old version of himself inside the room heard the sound, put down his pen, got up, and went outside.

Wenjie seized the opportunity, pushed open the window, and jumped into the house.

Inside the house... well, time is of the essence, no time for sentimentality.

He glanced briefly at the scene in the room, suppressed the familiar and nostalgic feelings in his heart, and went straight to the writing desk, rummaging through the drawers.

In the corner of the drawer, I saw an inconspicuous little stone.

Yes, that's the stone.

This is... a spirit stone?
Who cares? Anyway, I'm just a rock of unknown origin.

Hearing footsteps coming from the courtyard, he grabbed a stone and climbed out the window. He hid under the big apricot tree in the backyard.

Before long, little Wenjie returned. He looked at the kang (a heated brick bed), then at the floor, and seemed to realize something. He hurriedly ran to the writing desk in the corner of the room.

He pulled open the drawer and saw that it was a complete mess, having been rummaged through.

He cried out in alarm, "Mommy, Mommy, my stone is gone! The glowing stone is gone!"

The door was pushed open with a swish, and Zhao Xiaoyun, the mother, walked in carrying a broom. With a stern face, she said, "Xiao Jie, why aren't you doing your homework? You keep nagging about your stone. If you mention the stone again, I'll beat you."

Wenjie, who was hiding behind a tree, looked at the aggrieved boy in the house, smiled faintly, and jumped over the courtyard wall.

A real man shouldn't call his mother for everything; he deserves to be beaten.

Taking away your stone is to teach you a lesson.

This is something you should be able to handle at your age.

Turning out of the alley, I saw Yang Shanshan standing there. When she saw Wenjie, she glared at him fiercely, her pretty little mouth opening and closing as she began to complain:
"Wenjie, you're so reliable! You even said you liked getting tutors when you were a teenager. Are you trying to ruin my life?!"

"Oh……"

Wenjie was preoccupied with the stone and didn't pay much attention to what Yang Shanshan was saying.

"That miniature version of you, as soon as she heard that I was a newly transferred teacher, immediately asked me when I was transferred, which grade I taught, and what subject I taught... How was I supposed to know? So I just made up a bunch of random things."

To my surprise, that miniature version of you calmly looked at me, then whispered a few words to your mother beside you.

"Did you call the police?" Wenjie suddenly asked.

What, call the police? Was Wenjie that self-protective back then? Yang Shanshan stuck out her tongue: "...Well, no, I didn't."

"They didn't call the police, so what are you complaining about? This is blatant deception. They probably think you're a human trafficker." Wenjie said with a wicked smile.

These words stunned Yang Shanshan. After a while, she finally understood and raised her fist, ready to punch him.

"I'm a patient..."

As Wenjie spoke, he moved to the side.

Yang Shanshan didn't care about being sick or not, and threw a punch at him.

But Wenjie managed to dodge it.

Yang Shanshan was practically about to explode: "Wen, I knew you were unreliable, but I never imagined you were this unreliable. You knew perfectly well they wouldn't believe you if you said it that way, yet you still made me say it. What are you..."

You're using a feint... to attack from the east while attacking from the west.

These words flashed through Yang Shanshan's mind, and she immediately shut her mouth.

She stared longingly at Wenjie, recalling the direction he had just walked from... Wasn't that the direction of his backyard?
She finally realized what was happening, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty: "Did you get the stone?"

"No!" "You're lying! I don't believe you anymore!"

"If you don't believe me, why are you asking?"

Yang Shanshan stuck out her tongue. She was so speechless after Wenjie's retort that she simply ignored him.

"Yang Shanshan!"

Wenjie suddenly called out to her.

"what?"

The moment Yang Shanshan turned around, Wenjie ran over with something.

The object traced a parabola in the air and landed steadily in Yang Shanshan's hand.

She looked at the small gray stone in her hand, her expression shifting from anger to surprise: Wenjie had indeed taken advantage of her absence to climb over the wall and steal the stone.

Let's say you ask him to get the stone. He put it there himself, so he knows exactly where it is. It's like taking something out of a bag – if you ask me to get it, I know where to look!
The next second, Yang Shanshan realized that she was angry with Wenjie. She put on a stern face, turned her head away from Wenjie, and kept walking forward.

"Keep it safe for me! This operation was all thanks to you." Wenjie's tone was indifferent, without any hint of flattery.

But these words sounded so agreeable. Yang Shanshan pouted, her face remaining unchanged, but her anger had long since dissipated.

Women are indeed easy to please, especially the prettier ones... Wenjie thought to himself with secret smug satisfaction.

"Yang Shanshan! Do you think this stone is any different from any other stone you can pick up off the ground?"

Upon hearing Wenjie's question, Yang Shanshan stopped in her tracks and began to carefully examine the stone in her hand.

"Maybe...maybe it'll be even uglier!"

Even uglier? Women really do have a unique perspective on things.

Hearing Yang Shanshan say this, Wenjie also looked at the stone: to be honest, it was really ugly. It was grayish-black overall, with a smooth, slightly shiny surface and some dents of varying sizes.

"When I first found this thing, it was glowing, with a faint blue light," Wenjie recalled slowly.

Seeing Yang Shanshan's puzzled expression, he had no choice but to explain, "It's a bit like the blue flame around the outside of a gas stove when it's burning, yes, it's a blue flame."

His explanation seemed to make sense to Yang Shanshan. Women really do prefer to use vivid descriptions.

"When will it start to glow?"

"I only saw it that one time. After that, the stone turned into this dark, grayish-brown color."

Hearing Wenjie's words, Yang Shanshan suddenly seemed to remember something: "What if it was burning when you found it? Do you remember when you touched the stone... was it hot?"

Wenjie suddenly raised his head, staring at her intently: "Yes, it's still a little warm."

So, does combustion trigger something?
Wenjie took the pebble, placed it on the edge of a stone, and lit a lighter to burn the pebble.

The moment the stone touched the spark, Wenjie suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he was surrounded by thick smoke and felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Yang Shanshan! Yang Shanshan!"

He tried to call out to Yang Shanshan, but no sound came out. It was as if he were trapped in a nightmare, unable to move or shout.

Just when he thought he was about to die, his surroundings suddenly brightened.

He felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and as his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, he found himself standing in an elevator.

The elevator had a mirror on the side. He turned his head and made a face at his reflection, then shook the blue ghost on his wrist. The calendar on the blue ghost showed July 7th.

It was July 7, 2019, at Huahai International.

(End of this chapter)