Lost Narrative Poetry

Leaving the unknown dimension of time and returning to the dimension called "reality".

Xia Ran first looked at the calendar, then looked at his notes, and quickly regained his rhythm in the real world, remembering what theoretically should have happened "a few days ago".

Writing a diary is indeed a good habit, but no matter how many times you experience this feeling of confusion and fragmentation, you will never get used to it, and it cannot be eliminated immediately by simply looking through previous diaries.

In the earliest stages, the sense of separation was so terrifying that it was difficult to adapt to it. Many times, Xia Ran wondered if she was crazy. She always felt that what she was seeing was someone else's diary, but she had to extract information from her own extremely confusing memory. Among them, I am looking for the so-called immersive feeling that I don’t know if I can still remember...

But now he has experienced it many times, and perhaps because his intellectual and spiritual attributes have been improved to a level unimaginable by ordinary people, he has easily regained the rhythm of the real world this time...probably.

After all, he didn't write everything down in detail, but just recorded some important information casually.

Therefore, there may be some missing details. But since it is information that has not been specifically written down, it should mean that those things are not important in the first place, right? So no problem!

"The last day of Golden Week was yesterday, which means schools will reopen today..."

Looking at the calendar, Xia Ran looked at the clock on the table, exhaled softly, then walked to the closet and changed into the school uniform——

Although the school has strict regulations on dress code in this area, they are only strictly verbal and written. No one checks the rules in this area. Therefore, many students dress according to their own preferences, as long as it is not too excessive. Won't look for trouble.

It can be said that the student union in the school has no sense of existence at all, let alone majesty. It usually acts like a background board, so there is no need to worry about them conducting surprise inspections or the like.

Let alone a surprise inspection, they seem to have forgotten even the fixed routine inspection... It is precisely because the student union does not even do superficial work, it is no wonder that there is no sense of existence.

However, Xia Ran has always implemented the concept of "from the masses, to the masses", being high-profile, unconventional, and eye-catching. This concept has never been with him, so he always wears a school uniform.

Anyway, he doesn't think the school uniform is ugly, and isn't Yukinoshita a positive example? It can only be said that good-looking people are born with good clothes. They look good in anything they wear, even in a sack——

Ugly people are ugly no matter what they wear. The more unconventional and unconventional they are, the more they have to look different, which in turn amplifies this problem... If they all wore school uniforms and disappeared from everyone, there would be no one. Pay special attention to you.

However, you just want to highlight your uniqueness and personal style. People can see it at a glance. Isn't this asking for trouble?

So, this world is so cruel.

-- neither gentle nor correct.

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He straightened his tie in front of the mirror and suppressed the two strands of hair that were sticking up after he woke up.

After Xia Ran looked at it for a while, he felt quite satisfied. Because no matter how you look at it, it still looks the same as before, and there are no obvious changes due to certain things, which is really reassuring——

He probably ignored one thing. People will change over time, but it is difficult for him to detect this change, because this change is not completed immediately, but a gradual change over time. process.

Often, by the time a person reacts and discovers his own changes, he basically no longer recognizes himself.

After Xia Ran quickly washed up and had breakfast, she picked up her schoolbag and went straight out. The moment he walked out of the door, he was in a daze, and then he rubbed his brows in distress.

The morning light is shining on the spacious streets, the sky is clear and bright, and white clouds are drifting leisurely. There are vehicles coming and going on the road, and there are hurried office workers or students on the sidewalk, walking quickly in three steps and two steps. Some of them are holding breakfast in their hands and taking a bite after walking a few steps in a hurry.

In addition to the reluctance to leave the Golden Week that just passed on many people's faces, post-holiday syndrome has clearly appeared on many people's faces. They are full of dissatisfaction and anger about the first day of work and school after the holidays, and antisocial personalities are emerging.

This city, or rather this world, is as quiet and peaceful as before, incredibly peaceful.

This was what made Xia Ran feel so disconnected. After all, it was impossible to say that the previous zombie apocalypse world had no impact on him at all. He was just used to quickly adjusting his mentality and recognizing the current reality.

Just because it's not mentioned on the surface doesn't mean it doesn't exist, so now he always feels that this contrast is really too drastic.

There are no zombies on the streets, there is no black smoke or fire coming from the buildings in the distance, there are no car accident scenes and burning vehicles on the road, and there are no flesh and blood flying on the ground, or severed limbs and arms...

Even the sounds from all directions were too loud, including the voices of various groups of people, the sound of engines and horns of vehicles whizzing by, and even distant noises that I couldn't tell what they were.

It seems that every street and every block is full of vitality, as if in this morning, the whole city woke up from a deep sleep in an instant and entered into operation.

Xia Ran let out a long sigh. He couldn't explain exactly how he felt in his heart right now, but it was really subtle.

Unreality?

Basically, yes, and it plays a very important role. After all, he has lived in a cruel apocalyptic world for a relatively long time, and he has accepted the reality. And unlike the previous world of "Parasite", the situation in that world was not particularly bad.

Those parasitic beasts also operate from the dark side hidden under human society. Overall, the world has not changed much, so Xia Ran will not feel the contrast is huge.

In the world of doomsday zombies, the entire human civilization has been destroyed, and everything has been overturned... So now that she has returned to her own world, Xia Ran can deeply feel the existence of this sense of separation.

Rubbing her temples with some distress, Xia Ran walked towards school step by step. This situation was really troublesome. Although not to mention how terrible it was, it was just like jet lag. It was really not a good experience. .

This is not a matter of adaptability, nor is it because his ability to accept and adjust is too poor.

But because his "reality" has never been fixed, it is always changing, which is very bad. No matter how he adapts to the new worldview, reality will soon change again.

And that sense of chaos and fragmentation was always with him, and was never absent from him most of the time, causing him considerable distress.

Five minutes later.

Xia Ran, who looked troubled, stopped in front of the small alley that was a frequent accident spot not far from the school. He tilted his head and looked at the thin boy inside who was surrounded by a group of big and thick men. Ling scene.

This scene seems familiar? Has something similar happened before?

Hmm, I can’t remember, maybe it’s just a sense of déjà vu!

But it just so happens that I am a little depressed right now, and I am worried that I can't find a reason to vent, so I will do something brave by the way. Xia Ran threw down her schoolbag and walked quickly into the alley.

It was probably the sound that attracted the ideas of a few people at the end of the alley. The thin high school student who was being bullied turned his head and was stunned.

And several big men were exactly the same, their faces immediately became a little ugly, and at the same time, they also felt a dull pain in some parts of their bodies.

But soon, they reacted, gritted their teeth and forced themselves to rush forward without hesitation.

——Why is this nosy psycho again? !

And he is obviously a student, but he doesn't seem to have any muscle lines and looks fair and clean. Why can he be so good at fighting!

But the young master doesn't like to expose his Yakuza background, and he doesn't want to be isolated and ostracized by his classmates like he used to do when he was a student... They, the subordinates, also have to consider the young master, and there is no way to explain it.

What else can be done? Each one of them could only bite the bullet and force themselves to rush forward with tears in their eyes...Don't even think about explaining it. Anyway, let this misunderstanding be confirmed...

And they can't retaliate afterwards. Firstly, because so many people can't beat a high school student head-on, it's already very embarrassing, and they don't have the face to tell it. And others in the organization will laugh at them rather than feel they share the same hatred.

Secondly, the young master will never allow this kind of thing to happen... So, what is this thing? You are obviously just here to care about the young master and report certain things normally, why do you have to be inexplicably on the same page? What about a severe beating?

At this moment, when this group of big men fell down, not only their faces were distorted, but their eyes were still somewhat moist.

After beating up this group of guys who were obviously not good people at first sight, Xia Ran, who was always doing good things, felt that his thoughts were clear, and he exhaled the turbid air in his heart, then turned around and walked to the entrance of the alley, picking up his own I patted the dust on my schoolbag.

He seemed to have ignored something. He thought for a moment and turned back to look at the skinny high school student who was frozen in place:

"Well, this classmate, you'd better not walk this road alone in the future. It's very dangerous..."

"..."

"..."

"Uh...thank you, thank you, classmate." The thin boy looked at the corpses on the ground, and his brain was in a daze. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a smile and thanked Xia Ran. .

The expression was very forced, and smiling was not much better than crying, but Xia Ran didn't care, just thinking that this bean sprout-like high school student was too timid. He was scared out of his wits just now, and now he recovered in a short while. Not in a normal state of mind.

Speaking of which, the mood of the club members just now seemed a little off, and Xia Ran felt a little confused.

"The bell is about to ring. Don't you have to go to school?" Xia Ran took out her phone and checked the time. Then she sighed and invited the frightened thin boy, "Let's go together."

"Eh... this, this..." After taking a look at the corpses scattered on the ground, the thin boy had no reason to object and was afraid of arousing suspicion, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Thank you, classmate."

The two walked out of the alley and continued along the road.

"...Actually, I don't want to take this path. It's just that I just transferred here this semester and I'm not too familiar with this area..."

Maybe there was something wrong in his heart, the thin boy suddenly said this, as if he wanted to give himself a reasonable explanation for being blocked by the Yakuza twice in a row.

"That's why I bumped into this kind of thing twice in a row, classmate. I'm really... I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

Huh? twice?

So, did you really save him once before?

Xia Ran's attention was completely distracted. He nodded thoughtfully and responded indifferently, but he was thinking about when this happened.

However, in the eyes of the thin boy, this was a sign that the classmate was already suspecting something, and he immediately complained secretly. What he feared most was this kind of thing, and he had suffered like this before.

He really doesn't want to be isolated and ostracized anymore and spend three years of high school alone. Is it so difficult for him to be an ordinary high school student? no! Absolutely not, it cannot be related to gang colors!

"Well, my name is Ichijo Raku... This classmate, I haven't asked you for your name yet." The thin boy quickly tried to distract the other party with a new topic, "Speaking of which, your skills are really great. !”

"Oh, my name is Chen Zhen."

Xia Ran waved her hand and replied absentmindedly.

(PS: Happy New Year's Eve, I wish everyone all the best, all your wishes will come true, and you will grow up soon... Ah, I have been busy all day today, and I have to keep a vigil tonight. Firecrackers are set off in the countryside, starting on time at 12 o'clock, probably until the early morning It’s still deafening at two or three o’clock, and I’m queuing up to play it... I don’t know if I can sleep...)