Every world has to save rations and fast travel

In Class Two and Three of Senior High School in S City Experimental Middle School, students walked into the classroom in twos and threes during the big break at this time, which happened to be a lively time.

"Jiajia, have you submitted your comics yet?" Wu Xuewei turned to stare at Mi Zhijia excitedly, with a pen and notebook in her hands, "No, Jiajia, you must sign me. When you become a cartoonist, my autograph will be worth a fortune."

"Where is it so good? I might not be able to pass it." Mi Zhijia blushed with embarrassment, but still generously took the pen and notebook from Wu Xuewei, smiling brightly but without any worry, "I Just let it be. Bring it here, I will sign it for you, and then you may take it out and say that this is the autograph of a great painter, and it is my best friend."

"Haha, that's what you said." Wu Xuewei narrowed her eyes with a smile, and put the notebook back on the desk. There were important things in the notebook, such as the signatures of the whole class, favorite stars or her own. She generally doesn't put things like goals in school.

"If you pass, you must show me, you can't hide it." Wu Xuewei pouted, poking her finger at Mi Zhijia's face, she looked happy when Mi Zhijia dodged her.

"It's such a clean friendship~" The ethereal voice sighed, Mi Zhijia moved her ears, looked around, but didn't find who said that sentence.

A translucent shadow sat on the window sill with one leg bent, its long hair loose, and its beautiful profile reflected in the sunlight.

Suddenly she turned her head, her eyes were light gray.

Guan Chu didn't expect that he turned into a ghost this time, and it was still a newborn ghost spirit, who died within three days.And her target is the girl named Mi Zhijia in the classroom.

And Wu Xuewei is Mi Zhijia's best friend.

No one knows that Wu Xuewei also likes comics, and even her father is the editor-in-chief of Xingyao comics, the largest in S City. It's a pity that she has no talent in this area since she was a child. She thought she had given up, it was only Mi Zhijia's victory It ignited her resentment.

No matter how beautiful the friendship is, it cannot be kept clean in the twisted jealousy. Human beings are inherently contradictory.

Mi Zhijia's academic performance is average, but her drawing talent is perfect. She has published several comics, especially "Who Is Your Only" is a small fresh comic that is very popular among teenagers and girls. It is a story about friendship.

Originally, she should have a bright future, but the friendship and friends she trusted didn't give her a good result. Because of a premeditated car accident, Mi Zhijia rushed over to save her friend, but Wu Xuewei didn't grow up much. However, Mi Zhijia lost her hands.

Even so, Mi Zhijia still trusts her friend. The unacceptable feeling in her heart is not because she regrets helping her friend, but because she can't move forward in the comics.

It's just that Mi Zhijia is an optimistic person by nature. Even if she loses her hands, she still has both feet and opportunities.It's just that such an opportunity brought her a fatal disaster. How could Wu Xuewei be willing to let Mi Zhijia continue to be that genius cartoonist.

She cooperated with Mi Zhijia on the grounds that she wanted Mi Zhijia to paint seriously, and Wu Xuewei handled external affairs. When Mi Zhijia woke up and found news from the outside world, all the news was Wu Xuewei's newly talented cartoonist. She herself has already become history, since she lost her hands.

Anyone can betray her, but it is her most trusted friend. No matter how willing she is, no amount of friendship will be stained by resentment.Mi Zhijia knew that she had no hope of winning, so she could only let the other party lose her, the person who was being used.

Mi Zhijia was [-] years old and died of swallowing a large amount of sleeping pills.

Guan Chu recovered from his memory, resting his elbows on his knees and supporting his chin with the back of his hands.In fact, it is not called support, after all, she is so light and weightless now.

Even if she turns into a ghost at the beginning of Guan, she is still the one who is quite strange. The ghost that just appeared cannot exist under the sun. You must know that ghosts are all female. In fact, it is somewhat similar to her body. .

Mi Zhijia's seat was in the last row in the middle, and her good friend Wu Xuewei was in the front row. Mi Zhijia's deskmate was a little fat man with messy short hair, and the drawers were full of snacks.

Mi Zhijia twitched uncomfortably, and couldn't help looking left and right. She always felt that someone was staring at her, but there was no one there, and the students gathered in twos and threes to chat there.

Is it because staying up late at night and drawing is a bit of a nervous breakdown?Impossible, she is still so young.

Mi Zhijia felt very uncomfortable because of her always following her gaze like a shadow, she kept twisting and twisting while sitting on the stool, her gaze swept around from time to time, she had to see who was staring at her she.

"Mi Zhijia, is there a thorn growing on the stool!" The middle-aged woman wearing black-rimmed glasses shouted on the podium, and the pointer in her hand "snapped" on the podium, and the students in the class responded excitedly. Looking up at the teacher with his head up and chest out, he was afraid that Lin Yecha would stare at him if he was a little out of place.

Lin Yecha is the nickname they gave to their dear math teacher, which represents the love and admiration of their classmates for Teacher Lin.

"Ah?" Mi Zhijia stood up in a daze, looking at Teacher Lin with two question marks in her eyes.

"Ah what, it seems that you have already learned it! You are already in the second year of high school! It's not the first year of high school where no one cares about you. You are about to face the last hurdle in your life. The time for good class is actually used Shenyou, what's the matter, did you see Pythagoras or Riemann?"

Looking at Lin Yecha's flaming eyes, Mi Zhijia swallowed nervously, "Pythagore, Godzilla."

The whole class fell silent, "Hahahaha Godzilla..."

"Haha, why didn't I realize that Mi Zhijia is so funny! Return Godzilla."

"It's me who underestimated classmate Mi Zhijia! I'm ashamed, ashamed, hahaha."

The overwhelming laughter almost lifted the ceiling, and there were quite a few boys in the back row who laughed and slapped the table.

The corner of Teacher Lin's mouth couldn't help but twitched, suppressing his expression, quietly waiting for the students in the class to recover.

"Okay, since you like Godzilla so much in this class, you can stand behind and let's continue the lecture!" Lin Yecha took the pointer and patted the podium several times.

I don't know what the pointer is made of, the sound is louder, and it hurts even more. Anyway, once Lin Yecha wields her whip, the people in the audience dare not make trouble.

It's a little cold.Mi Zhijia quietly looked at Teacher Lin who was writing on the blackboard with his back facing them, and looked left and right very quickly.

It's summer now, and the windows on both sides are naturally open, so the air conditioner is not turned on, but why is the air conditioner so strong? Could it be that she has a cold, so she is afraid of the cold?

Mi Zhijia touched her forehead, but she didn't find any results for a long time.

Guan Chu stood behind Mi Zhijia with a smile on his face, and occasionally tugged at the little ties that were tied to her. Other times he stood in the aisle, quietly looking at Mi Zhijia, trying to see his familiar shadow on her.

She stayed in the last world, which is not in line with his habits.Especially in the last world, she often saw the shadow of Xi Zhimeng on An Zhilan, or it was a sentence, or a habitual action, and in the end even the taste of cooking was very similar, obviously she was the one who saw it. Watching An Zhilan learn the recipe step by step, the taste is exactly the same as the one she has eaten for decades.

This made her doubtful, she had never encountered such a thing in the previous world.

Mi Zhijia's face was pale, she couldn't hold back her expression, her eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, and the smile that always hung on her face was gone. The feeling of being stared at was always there, even when the other party was very close to her, but , but there is obviously nothing in the aisle.

In fact, it may be because of staying up late that I am a little confused. If you believe in science, how can there be such things as ghosts in this world!Mi Zhijia kept comforting herself.

Mom, bless me, Amitabha, the Jade Emperor, the Heavenly Lord, is as anxious as a law!

Mi Zhijia's hands on the table were tightly grasping each other, and she could see the pale joints due to excessive force.

Tsk tsk, look at the little face turning pale with fright.Guan Chu smiled unscrupulously, and stretched out his index finger to poke Mi Zhijia's cheek.

Mi Zhijia shrank her pupils and felt the flash of coldness on her cheeks. She stepped back suddenly and looked at her desk in horror. The stool was pushed away for a long distance with a squeak, and then she fell firmly on the ground. .

Just now, something touched her face, and Mi Zhijia stood behind stiffly, not daring to move.

Startled by the sudden voice from behind, all the students in the class turned their heads to look at Mi Zhijia, and saw Mi Zhijia staring at the air beside the table in horror, muttering incessantly, that little girl His face was pale.

"Mi Zhijia!" Lin Yeting slapped the whip vigorously, and shouted sternly, "What are you doing in class, if you don't want to learn, just leave."

However, she also saw Mi Zhijia's face, and let go of her anger, "Go to the school doctor if you are sick, and stay in the classroom to affect yourself and others."

Wu Xuewei looked at Mi Zhijia worriedly with watery eyes, she pursed her lips, and raised her hand to request to take Mi Zhijia to the school infirmary.

Lin Yeting naturally agreed, watching the two walk out, she knocked on the desk and continued to lecture.

"Jingle bell bell..."

The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and everyone who had held back half the class could finally speak freely.

"What's wrong with Mi Zhijia? It's normal to see her in the morning." A girl looked worriedly at where Mi Zhijia was.Mi Zhijia's grades are considered average in the class, but she has a cheerful personality, and many people have a good relationship with her. Of course, Wu Xuewei is actually the best with Mi Zhijia.

"Have you noticed Mi Zhijia's face at that time?"

"I saw it, I saw it, she seemed to see something scary."

"What do you say she saw?"

"Who knows what she's staring at at a cloud of air."

"You mean, ghost? Impossible, it's broad daylight, and you're still in class, so there's so much yang energy."

"Then what do you think she is looking at when she is staring at the air?"

"Mom, it's scary. Let's not have such big brains. Mi Zhijia must have just not had a good rest last night."

"Yes, yes, prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony."

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Mi Zhijia's face was pale: You, don't come here, Amitabha, mile mile, mile boom...