Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Thoth, the Beyonder, the young master of prophecy, the elite of War Red.

Meng Bai, a college student, a good student specializing in English, and the future pillar of New China.

He gradually adapted to the present and future as "Thoth", and gradually drifted away from the past named "Meng Bai".

Time flies by, and his years as an Extraordinary have been quietly accumulated for three years, and Angel has also grown from knee-high to waist-high. In the early morning, he will go to teach the sons of the consuls physical skills - relying on his ability on the battlefield

With his refined martial arts skills, he won this position almost without any suspense, and then returned when the sun was approaching, and he would still be lying in bed.

The little god son wakes up - he usually counts to three, and when he counts to three, he will lift the quilt directly, and they will go to a nearby small restaurant to eat something. Sometimes he will do it on a whim - or he can't stand it.

Shenzi's coquettish rolling made two dishes. Although he could feel that eating was deviating from the "physiological needs" column, he still maintained human habits.

It helps to stabilize human nature. In the afternoon, he will pass the time by writing and drawing, and occasionally take on a few employment-related tasks. If it is an easy task, he will take the time to tell stories and riddles to the little god. If it is

When it comes to difficult things, he will give the little god a little space to express himself, and then praise him - and he will get a shining star on his shoulder.

A mighty little crow. On a starry night, he would sing past songs into the wilderness and play his lyre every time. There was a musician in the consul's house so that he could learn how to play the lyre, and the little god sat on his lyre.

In his arms, he shook his head to the strange melody. After the song ended, he asked me how to interpret this strange language, and he told another story.

For countless nights, he held Amon's little hand and walked back to the car, ending the old day in his sleep and starting a new one in the morning light. The days were so dull that he looked forward to such peaceful days forever.

Keep going.

Until one day, he had a dream. In the dream, he was a Russian foreign teacher named Alexander, and a woman wearing a black skirt stood beside him.

The woman has the capable temperament of a working woman, but her eyes are too calm, reminding people of water that cannot make waves, and making people fearful for no reason.

"Do you really feel that...the 'you' you are now is completely you?"

A woman's words are like pebbles thrown into the middle of a lake. Although they sink instantly, they still create ripples.

A campus appeared in his dream, but it was not the one when he was in college, nor the two when he was in middle school and elementary school, but a new and unfamiliar campus. The furnishings and layout had a subtle sense of novelty.

It's like looking through an old book after many years; the faces of the people there are blurry, some are in straight suits, some are wearing woolen skirts, some are wearing Chinese tunic suits, but most of them are wearing gray and red school uniforms.

Students with ponytails and buzzcuts sat upright, looking at the blackboard and the podium with confused or piercing eyes. He heard a mellow voice talking about words, grammar, reading and understanding, with a bit of hoarseness from excessive use of the voice - passing

After a while, he realized that the sound came from his own mouth.

Lines of smooth and neat English were written on the blackboard with a clicking sound. When he clicked on the period, the chalk broke due to excessive force. He stared at the hand wearing a black watch and holding up the sleeves of his shirt, and realized that

It's your own hands.

The bell rang, and he heard himself assigning today's homework in an unmistakable voice. One after another laments sounded from under the podium, but such sorrow is commonplace for students under examination-oriented education. The next class is physical education, male

child

They brought footballs and basketballs, and the girls brought badmintons and table tennis. When he was going to another building, he saw them having fun in the sun. A girl ran over and picked up the badminton that flew out of the bounds.

Give him a bright smile.

"Hello, Teacher Meng——"

He woke up in a violent shock, the eastern sky was dimly lit, and the little Son of God was curled up next to Him, breathing evenly and long.