Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 477 [Daily Life] 7

Feng Lan, who was so hungry that she felt like she was connected to the universe, spent all her ten yuan in front of the stall. In the shocked eyes of the stall owner, she walked away in a daze.

Go to class, maybe you won’t feel so hungry after that.

Feng Lan still remembered that the food in the school cafeteria was delicious. Most importantly, the new principal had said that students who felt unfulfilled after one portion could have a refill.

"Just wait until noon."

Feng Lan crossed the road and walked into the school, and found that there were fewer classmates today.

She raised her hand and glanced at her ordinary white watch. It was still quite early, just three minutes past seven, which was the time when the most people were entering and leaving the school gate.

Feng Lan looked around and saw only a dozen or so students scattered around, and they were still appearing sporadically.

"Why did the second year of high school suddenly have a holiday? My sister said they had three days off. I'm so envious. There are no classes for three days and no homework."

"Really? Why are we having a holiday all of a sudden? I said there were so few people in school today, and they thought I was late!"

"You probably don't know this, but I heard it's because someone jumped off a building in the second year of high school. Didn't the police cars and firefighters show up at school yesterday? They gave us the day off just because of that."

"That's so unfair! I think our freshman class was scared too. We need a break too!"

"Second year of high school is on holiday? Ah—I want a holiday too, why doesn't the third year of high school have a holiday?"

"My sister is a sophomore in high school. I heard that someone jumped from the sophomore building yesterday, and the school didn't want to affect them, so they gave them a holiday."

"I want to dance too. Can we dance together as a class for a few more days?"

A few people were joking with each other and walked past Feng Lan into the school gate. Feng Lan stopped where she was, looking confused.

She remembered that she was a student in Class 2 (3) of Senior High School.

But, but it’s vacation time for her second year of high school now, how could she not remember it?

Feng Lan tried hard to recall what happened yesterday, but she couldn't remember.

She couldn't remember how she got to school yesterday, whether she walked or took the bus, what happened in class, every teacher, every classmate, who her deskmate was, she didn't remember anything.

Not to mention, she had no recollection of such a major incident as jumping off a building.

Did she lose her memory?

Feng Lan was at a loss. The emotions that had accumulated all morning reached their peak. She looked at the gate that was only three steps away and suddenly didn't want to go in.

Besides, didn’t others say that it was a holiday for the second year of high school today, so it was reasonable for her not to go to school?

After convincing himself, Feng Lan left with ease.

Feng Lan didn't notice that she paused for a moment, and then followed her away in a daze.

What can I do if I don’t go to school?

Feng Lan inexplicably didn't want to go home. She had lost her memory and was confused about her home. It felt just as strange, as if it was not as familiar as school.

"It seems to be called Feng Lan..."

"It's school bullying..."

Feng Lan vaguely heard someone calling her. She turned around, but didn't see anyone greeting her.

Maybe she heard it wrong. Feng Lan walked back slowly with her schoolbag on her back. She didn't know where to go, and she felt both lighthearted and heavy-hearted.

I always feel like I've forgotten something very important.

Feng Lan found a small park and sat down, holding her face in her hands, blinking as she recalled, "What on earth was it?"

Bored, she felt that her stomach was not as hungry as in the morning. She didn't know if it was because she was too hungry to feel anything. She looked at the schoolbag on the stone table in the park and found it very attractive, so she simply opened the bag to take a look.

Three or four textbooks, Chinese, math and English, two exercise books, four homework books, two test papers, an English copybook and a pencil case.

Bored Feng Lan opened her Chinese textbook and planned to memorize the text to pass the time. But before she opened the book, she paused, her gaze fixed on the side of the textbook.

Xu Zhizhi.

A somewhat crooked name appeared extremely large and glaring when the book was bent, and it jumped into Feng Lan's eyes.

"Xu Zhizhi...who is she?" Feng Lan blinked. Did she take the wrong textbook?

While explaining herself in a chaotic manner, Feng Lan calmly reached for her schoolbag. She took out several other books, exercise books, and test papers. She then took out everything in her bag.

Xu Zhizhi.

They are all Xu Zhizhi’s name, all Xu Zhizhi’s name!

Without her...

Feng Lan covered her face with her hands and leaned on the stone table, her small body trembling slightly.

Who is she?

Who is she?

"Who am I?!!!" Feng Lan asked tremblingly, but she didn't know who she was questioning or who she should question.

She scratched her hair in annoyance. She didn't like the feeling of knowing nothing. She stood up and walked around the stone table. The sun was beautiful today, and the flowers and plants in the small park were also beautiful, but Feng Lan had no intention of appreciating it all.

After walking around a few times, perhaps because the sun was too warm, Feng Lan felt much calmer and her body had more strength. She looked at the books scattered on the stone table and decided to go back to school.

Instead of doubting it here, why not go and see the truth for yourself.

When Feng Lan returned to school, it was already past eight o'clock. The retractable door at the school gate had been closed, leaving only an entrance and exit wide enough for one person to pass through, allowing students who had no classes or had taken leave in the morning to enter and exit.

Feng Lan was wearing her school uniform and entered easily.

Walking on the campus, the tree-lined road is covered with fallen sycamore leaves. From the teaching building behind, the sound of reading aloud and the sound of lectures amplified by bees can be heard.

She was still unfamiliar with the place, but she remembered the location of her class. Feng Lan walked alone on the road and could not see other students. She walked into an empty teaching building according to her blank memory. All the classroom doors on the first floor were locked, and it was exceptionally quiet compared to other buildings.

In this quiet environment, Feng Lan's own footsteps were particularly clear. She passed by the bulletin board next to the stairs and took a quick glance.

I saw the latest notice written above, which seemed to be related to yesterday's jumping incident. There were also several close-up photos of classmates, who were bullying students. They had been punished and expelled from the school and would have to stay in a juvenile detention center for a period of time.

Feng Lan took a look and wasn't very interested, but her steps slowed down as if she was very tired. She had no choice but to stop, bend down and catch her breath. After a while, she felt her strength had recovered and went upstairs again.

"Class 2 (3) of Senior High School...Class 2 (3) of Senior High School...found it."

Feng Lan raised her head and reached out to turn the doorknob.

Locked.

She thought about it and realized that she didn't seem to have the key. The keys to the classroom were usually kept in the hands of the boarding students. Feng Lan stared at the iron door. It was unlikely that she could open it with her bare hands. Feng Lan, who couldn't find the key, glanced at the window. The curtains were not drawn. There were full of desks inside. Most of the desks were piled high with books. The blackboard on the podium still had traces of the teacher's blackboard writing from the previous day's lecture.

Feng Lan leaned on the glass and watched.

She couldn't tell which desk was hers, and her mind was blank.

Where will Xu Zhizhi sit?

Feng Lan was thinking about something absentmindedly, she stood on tiptoe and pushed the window.

"Eh--"

opened.

The window is not closed.