Lost Narrative Poetry

"Classmate Chen Zhen?"

Ichijo Raku looked a little confused. He scratched his cheek and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he turned to the key point: "This name seems... are you Chinese?"

"Yes, I am too...well, I just transferred here last year..." Xia Ran replied casually, but paused midway, as if she was seriously thinking about how many years ago it was.

"No wonder you are so good at it!"

Ichijo Raku suddenly had a look of enlightenment on his face, as if he completely understood something, and at the same time he became very excited, "But so to speak, are you a senior? I am a first-year high school student..."

It seems that his logic is a bit strange. Is it the kind of misunderstanding that Wai Guoren often has about Chinese people? Do you think that as long as you are Chinese, your character must be good at kung fu?

Impossible, right? Forget about those crooked nuts like Yankees. After all, they are almost half a world apart. It's like they are in two different worlds. It is normal for them to have misunderstandings.

However, this is Japan... Is this guy brainwashed because he has watched too many martial arts movies and kung fu movies?

Xia Ran thought about it and felt that this was very possible, and immediately looked at Jiao Le with pity in his eyes.

So while he stopped, he reached out and patted the skinny high school student on the shoulder, and said in an old-fashioned way, with a serious heart -

"I'm not telling you that. Since you're already a freshman in high school, it's best to distinguish between fantasy and reality."

"?"

Ichijo Raku was suddenly a little confused, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head. Why did this senior suddenly say this to him, and he had no clue what it meant.

"Okay, we've arrived at school..."

However, Xia Ran didn't say much on this topic. She just looked forward and her tone suddenly became inexplicably brisk.

"The bell will ring soon, so don't waste any more time. Go back to your own classroom and remember to pay more attention in the future."

"Ah? Oh..." Ichijole subconsciously looked forward, only to see the still somewhat unfamiliar school gate appearing in front of him, and he walked this short distance unknowingly.

He answered hurriedly, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly called out, and groped back and forth on his body in a hurry. After a few seconds, he took out the mobile phone from his pocket——

"By the way, Senior Chen Zhen, I just forgot, I haven't... uh..."

He didn't say anything else and stopped abruptly, because when he raised his head, he realized that there was no one around him.

"..."

"..."

After subconsciously looking around, Ichijole found the boy's back at the school gate in front.

At this time, Xia Ran had already walked into the school gate as a matter of course, just like other students who entered one after another. However, although most of them were wearing standard school uniforms that were invisible to everyone, his figure was still easily the first. Time was discovered.

It's not because of his slender and straight figure, but because of the strange temperament that he naturally exudes. He himself is completely unaware of it, and he turns a blind eye to the frequent furtive glances from people around him.

"Why does this senior walk without making any sound of footsteps..."

When Ichijo Raku saw the conspicuous figure disappearing into the crowd, he immediately scratched the back of his head helplessly, smiled bitterly, and put away his cell phone while letting out a long sigh.

But having said that, this senior really has his own way of doing things. He leaves as soon as he wants and doesn’t even have time to listen to what he says?

Of course, Ichijo Raku could actually feel that the other party's behavior was not arrogant or arrogant. Otherwise, there would have been no need to meddle in other people's business and lend a helping hand to myself before——

Although, in fact, nothing happened to Ichijole. It was just a misunderstanding. However, his father's loyal subordinates were beaten twice in succession for no reason and for no apparent reason. He just couldn't tell the pain.

But this is enough to prove what kind of person this classmate Chen Zhen is.

only--

"Chen Zhen... I have never heard of this name before..."

Raising a hand to scratch the back of his head, the thin boy thought hard, wondering if he had heard of this name before. He always felt that it was inexplicably familiar, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

"bell--!!"

But at this moment, the clear and sharp ringing of the bell rang through the entire campus, interrupting Yi Le's train of thought.

"Oops! It's too late!"

The thin boy seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and he quickly ran forward, following the people in front who were speeding up their pace, and rushed into the school gate with the speed and momentum of a hundred-meter sprint.

The teacher who was guarding the door looked on with cold eyes. He was used to it. He even raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time, as if he would ruthlessly close the door at any time when the bell ended.

This caused a lot of psychological pressure on the students who were running wildly, causing them to miraculously speed up a few points after reaching the speed limit...

Probably the kind who can't be seen clearly in the surveillance.

…

…

Xia Ran returned to his seat and sat down before the bell rang.

He glanced at the death sprint that was happening every day outside the window, then opened his schoolbag, took out the books inside, and then started his daily routine.

From the moment he walked into the classroom, he vaguely felt as if he had become some kind of focus. There seemed to be a moment of silence, followed by vague glances from all directions.

But this is an illusion, purely due to excessive self-awareness - Xia Ran thinks so, and he knows it well.

Because he has tried it before, whether in elementary school or junior high school, he has experienced this many times. For example, if I took a few days off for some reason and didn't come to school, then when I came back to school, I always felt that as soon as I walked into the classroom, everyone in the class was looking at me.

It seemed that everyone was paying attention to him and was curious about what he had done, which made him feel very uncomfortable at the time... However, in fact, others didn't care at all, and many people even didn't notice that he hadn't come to school for a few days.

——This is actually an over-amplification of self-existence, taking oneself too seriously.

This is probably the case now. Even if Xia Ran himself knows the reason for this, he cannot escape the influence of this mindset.

Because from his personal point of view, he has not come to school for another two months. So I subconsciously had the illusion that other students were paying attention to and being curious about me because I hadn't been here for a long time... This is also a normal thing.

Xia Ran was very sure of her guess and felt that it was all an illusion and that she could not limit her words and deeds just because she cared too much about others.

So just like that, the young man turned a blind eye to his surroundings, holding his chin with one hand, tilting his head, slowly examining the books spread out on the table, turning the pages from time to time, his movements very light and slow. The morning light outside the window just passed through the canopy of the cherry blossom trees outside, and scattered light spots through the gaps, dotted on his body, and fell on the tabletop and books in front of him...

It was as if even the air had become quiet around him. No matter who it was, as long as they looked in the direction of Xia Ran, they would have an indescribable feeling. It was not only quiet and comfortable, but also an unexplainable feeling. The gentleness of speech.

It was an extremely unique temperament, extraordinary and transcendent, so transcendent that it almost felt distorted, making him feel as if he was surrounded by a hazy mist, making it difficult to see clearly. It also looks like the mist of fresh mountain mist, elegant and timeless.

Some girls' eyes were almost filled with fire. They were actually jealous of the book Xia Ran was reading in her hands.

"Um?"

Probably because the gaze was too intense, Xia Ran raised his head and glanced around. The people around him also woke up in an instant, came to their senses and hurriedly looked back, not daring to talk to him at all. He looked at each other.

It's strange, I always feel that the feeling of being watched just now is very clear... Is it really an illusion?

Xia Ran glanced around with some confusion, but found nothing, so she resumed reading.

The books are actually those magic textbooks, but he put a cover on the outside to cover it up a little bit - in fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't cover it up. No one can understand that kind of thing that does not exist in the earth system except himself. The alien text on.

Even if Xia Ran said that it was an attack of his secondary disease and created his own Martian novel, it wouldn't matter. Even if someone suspected it, he couldn't explain why, so it was completely fine.

He does not expect to rely on these basic magic knowledge to immediately become a great magician who is proficient in magic. He is self-taught and can master all kinds of unpredictable and powerful magic abilities.

This is simply unrealistic. After all, these basic textbooks do not record any specific magic models, only some discussions on the principles of magic, and there are relatively... significant differences in the worldview.

For example, in the worlds where these knowledge sources come from, magic comes from Aetherius, or it can also be understood as the original energy of the magic plane. It is gathered and introduced into the mortal world through the sun or stars, and this energy is processed in various ways. One type of processing that is utilized is called magic.

It all comes from Magnus, the living designer. He created the mortal world, but in the end for unknown reasons, He stopped the plan and paid a lot of price to return to Aetherius.

This great existence tore through annihilation and formed a huge "hole". This "hole" is the sun. Afterwards, many original spirits followed his footsteps and left, and the small holes they broke were stars.

Magical energy also flows into the world through these holes, which is why people born under different constellations have different abilities, and the constellation affects their destiny.

But the reality he is in is that the sun is a star, and the stars are other celestial bodies. They are not big holes or small holes leading to other realms, and there is probably no magic power flowing out of it.

As a lost person, Xia Ran has an extension of the rules of the white space, which is equivalent to a "compatibility patch". He can directly use the abilities of things from different worlds, but it is only usable.

When he is ready to delve into the secrets of the principles behind it and prepare to study on his own, he must face the difference.

(PS: Happy New Year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone... Although I want to try my best, this is my limit. I still use my mobile phone to find time to code intermittently... Tomorrow will be a whole day. I won’t be at home anymore. It’s force majeure during the Chinese New Year, so I’ll forgive you... Uh-huh... Nod...)