Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

The heavy rain was pouring down, and through the old wooden door, the children who yearned for freedom seemed to smell the fragrance of moist soil and green grass.

A few small hands held the door handle, and more and more light came out of the cracks in the door. The children's mood rose like a flood when the light filled the dark room.

Outside the door is the free world they long for. Away from the high walls of the school, breathing a breath of free air, now, the free world outside gives them a lot of free time - shouting in the rain, staying away from school, or returning to their own country.

"Velting! Come out quickly!" The little girl with short brown hair ran happily in the rain. She tried her best to spread her arms like a snow-white dove embracing freedom.

"Is this...the outside world?" Vertin's heart was pounding. She had done a lot for this moment and had planned for a long time. Now the freedom was right in front of her. All she had to do was take one step...

"I'm coming!" Vertin opened his legs, and his shoes splashed on the soil.

"Velting! I..."

Wilding suddenly staggered and took a step back. She had thought that after they left the first line of defense school, the school would send someone to take them back and put them in solitary confinement, or they would be punished more seriously. She once thought about them flying away and returning to the place where they once lived.

But he never thought that each white pigeon would be dismantled like a complete building block and suddenly disappear in front of his eyes, and the fallen clothes would be like pale feathers scattered on the ground.

"Velting." A mature female voice sounded behind her.

Vertin turned her head in a daze, and in her blurry vision she could only see long black hair and an open black umbrella.

"Velting...do you want to be Si Chen?"

There was a constant buzzing in Vertin's ears. At this moment, maybe she understood something, but she was powerless.

Ms. Z quickly hugged the unconscious Vertin. She sighed deeply, and when she stood up to leave, she saw a tall and thin figure in her peripheral vision.

The "heavy rain" flies upstream to the sky, and everything will go backwards in the "heavy rain". But the boy stood motionless in the "heavy rain", his eyes as dull as a lake.

He turned and walked into the forest.

Ms. Z couldn't believe what she saw. After returning to school and settling in Vertin, Ms. Z went to the school's student archives to compare them one by one.

When Ms. Z closed the last student file, she took off her glasses and rubbed her sore eyes.

"Send these files back."

"Okay." The assistant picked up the last pile of student files and left the office. Footsteps came from far away.

"Hello, Vice President." The assistant's respectful voice came from outside the door.

Constantine walked into the office and she smiled: "Which student can make you so interested?"

"It's not from the school." Ms. Z stood up and poured a glass of water for Constantine. "That boy, he stood in the rainstorm and didn't get washed away by the rainstorm."

"Oh?" A look of surprise flashed across Constantine's face but he quickly regained his composure, "Do you think he is from the Hand of Reshaping?"

Ms. Z was silent for a moment, "I hope he is not."

"Then let's change the topic." Constantine's eyes revealed a politician's temperament, "How is Wilding?"

"Don't you think this is too cruel?" A dark cloud swallowed up the light, and Ms. Z's upper body was shrouded in shadow. Her happiness and anger could not be seen, but there was some anger in her words.

"Is it cruel?" Constantine shook his head, "You have to know that it is difficult to find an excellent chess piece, and it is even harder to train a chess piece. If you want the chess piece to obey your orders, will the chess piece obey you without a little force?"

After a series of footsteps, Ms. Z was the only one left in the huge office. She sat on the office chair, the shadow completely covering her, and she looked at the water glass with mist on the table.

No one knows what she is thinking.

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