My future diary cannot be the last one

"Boom!"

With the dull sound of the pendulum striking, Xun Xi suddenly woke up from her sleep, and then she saw the familiar ceiling of her home.

"What the hell!?"

The next second, Xun Xi jumped up from the bed with a sudden jerk, and even the quilt was lifted by him. A bright moonlight casts through the window, and the moonlight shines into the room, bringing a bit of coolness. In the moonlight, Xun Xi suddenly shuddered and immediately reacted.

"Grandma's, the window is not closed."

No wonder she woke up from the cold. Xun Xi quickly closed the window that let in the night breeze, and at the same time saw her own reflection on the window glass.

Still so handsome.

Looking through her own reflection, Xun Xi saw the street outside the window. It was late at night and there were only a few burning street lamps emitting dim light. The entire happy town fell into a deep sleep, except for the sound of wind and scattered stars. The dog barked, and there was no sound anymore.

"Hmm~"

Xun Xi stretched out. Since he had already woken up, he was not sleepy yet, so he decided to play a game and walked to the desk.

There is also a lot of information on the table.

As a teacher at Ann's University in Happy Town, Xun Xi is currently preparing for the scope and types of questions for the final exam. Next to the information prepared for this purpose, there was a dark diary. Xun Xi is a serious person, so he likes to keep diaries very much.

But who serious person keeps a diary?

Um?

What's this?

Xun Xi rubbed his eyebrows, not understanding this idea. What is the connection between a serious person and a diary? Why did I suddenly think of this?

"never mind."

Originally, Xun Xi planned to open the diary and take a look, but after this idea interrupted him, he gave up the idea. He turned to look at the question materials in his hand, and then he was stunned: "No, I'm teaching drawing for this final exam."

The memory told him that he was an art teacher.

However, the question-type materials in his hand contained very little knowledge about art, and most of the knowledge points were actually related to medicine.

what happened?

"Kacha!"

Xun Xi suddenly raised his head and looked out the window with cold eyes. However, under the dim light of the street lights outside the window, he saw nothing.

Only his own figure.

The sound of the wind seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The barking of dogs is gone too.

The tranquility of the night suddenly turned into wordless silence. It was not until the white noise that was unique to old-fashioned TV sets that lost signal came from outside the door that Xun Xi finally came back to his senses, and then exhaled heavily. Then, another thought flashed through his mind.

Old fashioned television.

Why did you suddenly think of this?

Although the TV in my home cannot be said to be a cutting-edge product, it cannot be said to be an old-fashioned TV. Why does it have an old-fashioned prefix?

Thinking of this, Xun Xi looked at the information in his hand again.

He is obviously an art teacher, but the information is about medicine.

Inexplicable thoughts.

Unfashionable thoughts.

Something is wrong.

"Not quite right."

Sitting on the chair, Xun Xi began to explore his thoughts. He is an art teacher, and he should have high attainments in art. But when he really started thinking about it, he discovered that he actually didn't know much about art. When art was mentioned, his first reaction was -

(Art is idealistic.)

(Although I don’t know much professional knowledge related to art, this does not prevent me from being proficient in art, but no one can understand me.)

Obviously, this is not what a teacher should think.

When it comes to medicine, Xun Xi's first reaction is something else.

(Medicine is really boring.)

(As long as I memorize the knowledge by rote and then integrate it, I can learn it casually. There is no challenge at all. It is better to learn art.)

It's so contradictory.

Among other things, an art teacher should not remember so much medical knowledge, and it should also have a complete and self-supporting theoretical system. It is not just theory, he feels that his practical ability is not bad. However, knowledge and abilities do not emerge out of thin air.

Thinking of this, Xun Xi looked at his diary again.

"Kacha!"

Xun Xi heard the voice again. It was that sound that made him raise his head and look out the window, but this time, he heard the source of the sound clearly.

The sound came from outside the door.

He lives in a rented house, with a door separating the living room and bedroom. At this moment, there was an inexplicable clicking sound coming from outside the door, and as Xun Xi noticed this, the clicking sound became louder and louder, as if someone was trying to unlock the door!

who! ?

Xun Xi held her breath subconsciously, then picked up the lamp on the table. If someone really dared to break into the house and rob him, he would cut off his head.

Um?

Xun Xi once again felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness. In my memory, I was kind to others and was a well-known good person in the school. What I liked to do most was teach and educate people. However, with such a kind heart, his first reaction when encountering danger is to chop off someone's head?

It's too cruel.

Is this me?

"Speaking of, my diary."

Xun Xi frowned, but at this moment, the clicking sound at the door suddenly changed, as if someone outside the door found that picking the lock failed and was about to break in.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The door, which was not strong to begin with, began to vibrate violently.

However, this change made Xun Xi's expression suddenly calm down: "Every time I want to read the diary, something inexplicable happens."

"what happened?"

This isn't the first time.

Back and forth, every time I noticed something was wrong and wanted to look at the diary for confirmation, I would be interrupted because of some strange changes.

Who doesn't want me to read the diary?

That being the case

"I want to see it!"

Thinking of this, Xun Xi immediately picked up the dark diary on the table. However, the next second, the door was slammed open! A burly man wearing a windbreaker and a hood rushed into the room, picked up a bat and hit Xun Xi on the head!

"Si Nian!"

In the face of crisis, Xun Xi subconsciously uttered these two words from his mouth, while dodging the bat, and the desk lamp hit the big man on the head with his backhand.

"boom!"

The desk lamp was blown up on the spot.

The big man staggered and fell to the side, wailing.

"Who is Si Nian?" On the other side, Xun Xi further felt the sense of dissonance, which prompted him to open the diary in his hand.

Immediately afterwards——

【My name is Xun Xi. 】

[When you see this sentence, remember it! Find the playing cards! Only by finding the playing cards can you hope to win the final victory! 】

"That's it?" Looking at the contents of the diary, Xun Xi frowned and kicked the big man on the ground. After completely knocking him unconscious, he began to think: "With these few words, I Your diary only contains these few sentences? Why shouldn’t others read this?”

Find the playing cards.

The final victory.

Xun Xi recognized that it was indeed his own handwriting. But he did not remember that he had written such words, and the diary did not solve the doubts in his mind.

But at this moment.

Just below the two sentences in the diary, a bright red line suddenly appeared. Then, as if someone was writing on it, crooked handwriting slowly emerged: [Xun Xi. You must have a lot of doubts in your heart, right? It doesn't matter, I can help you. 】