The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

After walking for a long time, they finally walked out of the dense forest.

Wang Shi was about to open his mouth and say:

"you……"

However, when he caught a glimpse of Zhao Shao's worried and gloomy face, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He thought to himself that he should put his inner thoughts aside for the time being. It would not be too late to find a suitable opportunity to explain things to Zhao Shao after he had completely come out of this period of depression.

Just like that, Wang Shi did not choose to leave, but silently accompanied Zhao Shao and walked slowly towards the town together.

So, why didn't Zhao Shao ask Wang Shi what he wanted to express when he said the word "you"?

In fact, unlike what Wang Shi imagined, Zhao Shao was not in deep thought about the killing.

After all, he had already experienced many killings in this life.

On the contrary, what rang in his mind at this moment was the voice of the mysterious system. It was this sudden voice that made him completely unable to pay attention to the surrounding situation, resulting in this state:

Ding! A clear and pleasant notification sound was heard. "Congratulations to the host for successfully starting Mission +1. Current progress has reached 9898. The relevant memories have been sent. Please check them carefully."

Unfortunately, before the detailed information filled with information arrived, Zhao Shao entered standby mode again.

Zhao Shao's steps, which were originally moving forward firmly, suddenly stopped as if he was cast under a spell. Then his body fell straight down uncontrollably and hit the ground heavily. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

Fortunately, he fell towards a pile of hay next to him, and the soft hay acted as a buffer to prevent him from suffering more serious injuries.

At this time, Wang Shi, who was walking in front, only wanted to stay away from that face that was always full of pity and compassion, and had no intention of paying attention to the situation of Zhao Shao behind him.

After about ten minutes, he gradually realized that something was wrong - Huh? Why did the living person behind me disappear?

So, he began to look around, trying to find Zhao Shao, but he found nothing. At this moment, a nameless fire surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath:

"Well, this brat couldn't have been worried that I couldn't afford the money I asked him for help, so he took the opportunity to run away, right?"

However, as soon as he said this, he seemed to realize that this might not be appropriate, so he quickly changed his words and said:

"Humph, actually I don't really need that money!"

However, the empty surroundings were still silent, and there was no other movement except the endless darkness.

Seeing that there was still no response, he opened his throat and shouted again:

"Hey! Where the hell have you been, Zhao Guisunzi!"

The sound echoed in the empty night, sounding exceptionally loud, but it still failed to call back Zhao Shao.

So he had no choice but to slowly return along the way he came, constantly calling out his companions' names.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after several minutes, he was about to set foot on the road he had just walked, when he suddenly tripped over something and stumbled forward. However, at this moment, he was so annoyed that he didn't realize that the person he was looking for was actually very close to him - right at his feet! He couldn't help but start complaining again:

"I'm so unlucky that I can't even walk without falling!"

As it was pitch black and there was no torch to illuminate the surroundings, he initially mistakenly thought that a tree lying on the ground was blocking his way.

When he got closer and took a closer look, he was surprised to find that the person lying on the haystack was actually Zhao Shao himself! He couldn't help but complain again:

"You little bastard, you didn't even bother to say a word while resting here! I had to search everywhere for you, and it took me so much effort!"

After saying that, he sat down beside him without a care in the world. He thought Zhao Shao would say something to comfort his wounded heart, but he waited and waited, but he still didn't say anything.

Wang Shi muttered to himself, could it be that something happened to this guy?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly reached out to feel Zhao Shao's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was fine. It turned out that he was just fast asleep.

Since that’s the case, there’s no need to say anything more. Wang Shi just waited quietly by the side, silently hoping that Zhao Shao would wake up soon.

At this moment, Zhao Shao seemed to have entered a mysterious and ethereal state, as if he was watching a movie projected in front of his eyes, staring intently at the past years that belonged to him alone.

At dusk, the sun gradually sets, dyeing the sky orange and red.

In a happy mood, I waved goodbye to my friends around me and set off on the journey home with light steps.

When I got home, I didn't play around as usual, but quietly picked up a slightly old, square stool.

This bench seems to bear the traces of time. Its wooden surface is slightly worn, but it is still sturdy and durable.

I carefully placed it on the side of the gate of the old house, but the four legs of the bench seemed to be out of place with the ground and kept shaking, as if it would fall down at any time.

Then, I opened the worn-out schoolbag with the Ultraman logo printed on it and took out paper, a pen and an eraser.

This eraser has been used many times and is slightly worn at the edges, but it still has a light rubber aroma.

Surprisingly, I didn't use the eraser to erase the mistake, but cleverly placed it under the foot of the bench to increase stability.

Looking at the bench that no longer shook, a satisfied smile appeared on my face.

After everything was ready, I sat on the bench, frowning slightly, muttering to myself:

"Oh, today the teacher assigned us a task - to write a book review.

But how should I start writing?

I fell into deep thought, with images and plots from various books flashing through my mind.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after a long period of contemplation, I finally made up my mind, picked up the pen in my hand, slowly put it on the paper, and began to write my own journey of enlightenment...

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If you want to experience the scenario below, you can skip these two paragraphs and read the next chapter.

Today was a beautiful day, and something special happened. Our teacher took us to see a movie. I can't remember the name, but I remember the general plot: it starts with a mother boiling a pot of water. Then she pours a basket of white sand, like snowflakes, into the pot. Then she throws her son's clothes into the water. After soaking for a while, soaking up a lot of water, she takes them out and, seeing that the water is no longer dripping, lets her son put them on and tells him to take them to a blue-hatted uncle on a mountain he often visits. The child promises to bring them back.

It was snowing, and the child arrived at the inspection area, shivering as he stood in line. Finally, it was his turn. He was afraid of the man in yellow clothes before him, terrified of being taken to a small, dark room off to the side. But the inspection went smoothly, and he made it through without incident. After a long walk, he was about to collapse when he finally saw the man in the blue hat he had been looking for. If it were me, I probably wouldn't have been able to do that; walking in the snow with those cold clothes was too cold.

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