Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Zhu Fu Jingguang has been worried since he left last night.

He knew that Yun Xianhe probably wanted some time to be alone to reminisce about the past.

So he let himself leave early to give the other party enough space.

After returning home, he waited until late at night before he saw from the second-floor window of his residence that prayer lanterns were rising into the sky from the direction of Yun Xianhe's home.

Watch those balls of light light up the night sky, and leave lines of flower language engraved under the stars.

The view is beyond imagination.

Zhu Fujing thought that even if a few decades passed,

When he looked at the sky, he would also think of this scene which seemed like the stars were flowing backwards.

He thought that Mr. Xianhe would be very happy if he saw such a thoughtful gift.

He had even thought about how to praise the other person when he met him this morning.

but,

When he opened the door to the living room and felt the cold wind blowing out of the room, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that something was wrong.

When he saw Yun Xianhe curled up on the floor and breathing weakly, he was almost frightened to the point of cardiac arrest.

“… Xianhe? Xianhe! Hey, cheer up! Wake up!”

You will catch a cold if you sleep on the floor when you are drunk.

Not to mention sleeping with the windows open during the sudden onset of winter.

Yun Xianhe, who was unconscious due to a high fever, was rushed to the hospital.

Because his vital signs were not obvious, he even had to go to the emergency room.

On the chairs in the hospital corridor,

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat hunched over there, supporting his forehead with one hand, his eyes looking dark and unclear.

When Yun Xianhe was sent to the emergency room just now, he even unconsciously called out the word "sir".

He knew that the other party was calling "Bai Yue Changsheng", calling the guide.

But there was no trace of that person in all the information they found.

There is no such person as "Bai Yue Chang Sheng" in this world.

The only explanation that can be provided is the dream that Zhu Fu Jingguang had at the time.

Nothing makes sense unless you take that dream seriously.

Because it was too absurd, Zhu Fu Jingguang did not tell anyone about this matter.

He raised his head and glanced at the light in the emergency room, muttering to himself:

"I guess I just hid that information... I must be."

This was the most reasonable explanation he could think of.

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"Yun Xianhe? Yun Xianhe! Stand up!"

"Ok?"

The man, who was in a daze, opened his eyes and saw the teacher at the podium with an angry face.

People around were whispering, as if they were surprised that Yun Xianhe would fall asleep in class.

You know, this guy is a genius, smart and talented.

"Maybe I'm not feeling well..."

"It's a pity that this class belongs to Mr. Shen. He has a bad temper."

boom!

The person on the podium slammed the table, and the entire classroom suddenly became silent.

Mr. Shen looked at Yun Xianhe with a serious expression, raised his hand and knocked on the blackboard:

"Ask about the blooming conditions and growth environment of "Divine Revelation"."

The man, whose brain was still a little groggy, steadied himself and answered subconsciously:

"It grows in sunny, open plains and basins, and blooms only when it senses God's prophecy or blessing."

"high."

"Shenqi has no juvenile stage. After germination, it quickly grows into a mature tree of about 2 meters. The highest value is unknown. Currently, the tallest Shenqi tree is in Qiming Valley, with a height of 39.8 meters. It is also one of the oldest Shenqi trees."

Seeing that Yun Xianhe had answered all the questions, Mr. Shen snorted coldly:

"Sit down. If you are sick, don't come to class. If you come, listen carefully."

"Sorry teacher."

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting down, blinked blankly.

Seeing Mr. Shen start his lecture, he subconsciously picked up the pen on the table and opened his notebook.

While copying down the knowledge points on the blackboard, I was wondering why I was here.

What is he going to do...

Oh yes.

The Battle Mage Department had a physical education class today, and he was going to cheer up the ghost.

Why did he feel dizzy? Did he have a cold?

The strong and healthy man who rarely got sick raised his hand to feel his forehead and suddenly felt something strange.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Yun Xianhe packed up the pile of books on the table and walked slowly towards the magic department campus.

From a distance, you can see a group of magic students wearing wizard robes and running around the playground.

Yun Xianhe stared blankly for a while, remembering the gregarious, non-aggressive dark-attribute creatures he had seen in books before.

The other party's habit is to float around something together.

"Puha, cough, well, we have to hurry up, or the ghost will faint soon."

"Hey kid, hand over the potion in your hand."

Yun Xianhe, who was passing by, turned his head and took a look.

At a corner behind the teaching building, a large group of people surrounded a short healer against the wall.

"Come and grab it if you can."

"Humph, you guys heard it, he said it himself."

The leading man looked at the man with red eyes with a sarcastic expression, half-pressed his body against the wall with one hand, and said with a sinister smile:

"I advise you to be good. We don't mind doing more for you."

"Pooh!"

Dots of saliva splashed on the man's face.

Looking at the big fool who was sprayed all over his face, the healer smiled a bit evilly.

With one hand, he pulled out the strangely shaped dagger on the side of his leg and held it in his palm:

"Are you new students this year?"

"Damn kid, what are you pretending for!"

Looking at the big, seemingly angry fool in front of him, the healer smiled brightly:

"As a senior, I advise you to find out who you shouldn't mess with in this school before you rob someone next time."

Seeing him like this, the people present felt a little cold for no reason.

The other party threw the dagger in his hand upwards, and the next second he flashed, kicked the wall behind him with one foot, and turned around and pounced on the leading man.

The dagger flashed with cold light and stabbed into the opponent's neck diagonally without mercy.

Because the blade was so thin and narrow, and its placement was so clever, it only drew blood, without causing any serious injury that could lead to death.

Warm blood splashed onto the faces of several people nearby.

The big man, who thought he was going to die, fell to the ground and looked at the other person in horror.

The short healer stepped on the other person's hand that had just tried to touch him, and stepped on the other person's shoulder with his other foot, smiling innocently:

"You have to call me senior, okay?"

"Senior, ah! I see! He's the adventurer who switched to the healing department!"

"He's a madman! He's a madman from the healing department!"

Yun Xianhe, who was standing on the periphery, was stunned when he saw the other person's dazzling beige hair.

So strange, it seems... he should know the other person.

Who…who is…

I feel dizzy and uncomfortable...

Seeing that the group of people seemed to want to attack each other, Yun Xianhe felt an uncontrollable rage in his heart:

"What do you guys want to do?!"

The sudden scolding startled everyone present.

The young therapist in the middle of the encirclement tilted his head and looked at Yun Xianhe outside the crowd, seeming to be a little curious.

Yun Xianhe rushed over without saying a word and punched the nearest person.

The people present are all from the Adventure and Heavy Equipment departments.

Maybe it's because he's short of money recently and can't afford potions, so he set his sights on the healer who hasn't left school yet.

What a bunch of scum!

Obviously, compared to the healer who was called a 'madman',

Yun Xianhe, who skipped a grade and became the king of the first volume in the grade, is easier to remember.

Some adventurers even recognized Yun Xianhe's identity at a glance because of his hair and heterochromatic eyes and turned around and ran away.

Those who were slower were hit by Yun Xianhe's punches one by one, and then all ran away in panic.

Yun Xianhe straightened his shirt collar and turned around to look at the person who had just stepped aside.

After carefully looking the other person up and down and confirming that he was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He bent down to pick up the potion that had fallen to the side at some point, and took two steps forward:

"Here, your potion."

"Hey - thank you, junior."

The potion on his palm was taken away, and the boy's slender knuckles bent slightly.

I always feel a little uncomfortable...

I always feel like I have forgotten something very important.

"you are sick?"

"Hmm? Ah, I think I have a cold."

Looking at the healing senior approaching him, Yun Xianhe subconsciously leaned back to create some distance between them.

The former did not come closer when he saw this, but took out the staff from his mustard seed space.

"You just saved me, so consider this as a thank you."

"No, it's too much trouble for you, Senior. I'll go to the infirmary in a moment."

Infirmary?

Yun Xianhe stared blankly at the person so close to him. After a long while, he tentatively shouted with a trembling mouth:

"…sun?"

The scene before my eyes was disconnected for a moment.

The brave man dressed in modern clothes stands in the black and white picture, looking at the vivid past.

Watching myself getting to know and gather with old friends little by little...

The feeling of my fingertips passing through the shadow was slightly cool, as if I was breaking something with my own hands.

Feeling that the outside world was a bit noisy, the hero sighed helplessly, smiled and murmured:

"Let's continue dreaming later..."