Starting human body

Dujuan Terrace High School.

The boy with glasses led Natsuki into the school gate with a confused look on his face.

There were no signs of damage along the streets, there was no news of the disaster, and passers-by had no recollection of what happened.

If it were a dream, it would be too real.

The boy subconsciously glanced at Natsuki who was walking in front.

"Hey, Yuta! You saw it too, right?"

"Um."

Natsuki silently observed the boys and girls passing by in the corridor.

It’s been a long time since I felt the atmosphere of a school. The last time I was a professor at Chengnan University, but this time I felt completely different.

Japanese high schools are not as free as they imagined. Many teenagers wearing thick glasses hurried away holding reference materials and greeting their classmates by asking questions about their studies.

Only the freshmen were busy with club activities and looked carefree, but their expressions changed immediately when the bell rang.

"Hurry up, Yuta!"

The bespectacled boy was awakened by the ringing of the school bell and hurriedly ran to the classroom with Natsuki in hand.

Class E, first grade.

"Huh, okay, the teacher hasn't come yet."

The boy with glasses wiped his sweat and muttered as he looked at Natsuki who was taking it easy as if he were traveling.

"I really envy your mentality."

"Where is my seat?" Xia Shu glanced at the noisy students in the classroom.

"At the very back, next to Shinjou-san...ah, this is so annoying. Why are you sitting at the same table as Shinjou-san?" The boy with glasses said in an annoyed tone. He glanced secretly at the corner of the back row and propped his chin up to stare at the purple-haired girl here. The girl hurriedly picked up her textbook and lowered her head.

"Good morning."

The purple-haired girl looked at Natsuki curiously for a while.

Strange, did she have such a deskmate before?

Because I hate trouble, I obviously set it up so that I don’t have any deskmates.

There were too many boys in the class, and none of them noticed such a person.

Red hair is quite special.

"Hello."

Natsuki moved his chair and sat down, instantly entering a meditative state.

"Eh?" The purple-haired girl straightened up in a daze.

Just say hello?

As the "God-sama" of this world, she is set up as the perfect girl who is loved by everyone in her class.

"Um, I'm Shinjo Akane..."

"Hibiki Yuta."

Natsuki glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye.

He looks like an ordinary person, but at the same time he has a mysterious and special aura.

A similar smell to those monsters.

Moreover, the dark side of the soul is incompatible with Jiaohao's well-behaved appearance. In his eyes, she is like a ball of delicious marshmallows.

Even he feels this way, and other dark creatures must feel it even more strongly.

"Haha," Shinjo Akane said with a smile and waved her hands, "I hate it, Hibiki-kun, do you always like to stare at girls?"

"There is too much darkness." Natsuki closed her eyes again.

Maybe it won't be long before the battle begins again. The more familiar you are with this world, the safer it will be.

The physical data must also be adjusted, otherwise it will be easily restricted by this world, which will undoubtedly be a trouble at critical moments.

"Darkness?" Akane Shinjo blinked, pursed her lips slightly and smiled, "Hibiki-san is very interesting."

"Monster?"

A group of boys in front gathered around the boy with glasses and suddenly made a noise.

"Haha, Neihai, don't talk in your sleep so early in the morning. Where did that monster come from?"

"If a monster really appears, it will be a big event, right? It will cause a sensation..."

"I slept soundly yesterday and didn't feel anything."

"The teacher is here!"

"Stand up, pay attention, and salute!"

A man with glasses holding a mobile phone lowered his head and walked into the classroom. After walking up to the podium dullly, he put away his mobile phone for a while and looked at the students below.

"No one is absent... huh? Did Hibiki-san come today? What happened yesterday? Your parents can't be contacted either."

"Teacher!" The boy with glasses raised his hand and explained, "Yuta seems to have lost his memory. He stayed at my house for one night yesterday."

"That's it."

The male teacher with glasses said oh without paying much attention.

"Go to the hospital when you have time. Amnesia is not a trivial matter... Let's start class."

"Hey, Hibiki-san," Akane Shinjo poked Natsuki in a low voice, "Have you really lost your memory?"

Natsuki didn't respond. After opening his eyes, he stood up and walked out of the classroom under the surprised eyes of the students around him.

"Where are you going, Hibiki-san?"

"Health room."

Natsuki walked into the empty classroom corridor alone.

While staying here, he was afraid that he would be unable to resist eating Shinjou Akane.

How long has it been? The dark power has not been so restless for a long time.

It seems that he still has not mastered the practice.

Natsuki spent the entire morning on the roof of the school, quietly watching the student activities below. Only Akane Shinjo came up once.

"Hibiki-kun, aren't you going to eat? Or are you saying you haven't prepared lunch?"

Akane Shinjou gave Natsuki a piece of butter bread.

"It's not a good habit to be hungry. I'll give you this. I accidentally bought too much."

"Need not."

"Are you embarrassed? You don't have to be polite to me."

Natsuki hesitated for a while, then took the butter bun, ready to hear what the girl wanted to say.

He couldn't read the girl's mind, but he could feel the girl's twisted mind.

Cunning, bad taste and a bit curious...

It has nothing to do with the image of a seemingly friendly classmate.

"Hibiki-san," Akane Shinjo said, holding on to the railing and looking up at the sky, "A meteor appeared here yesterday. It streaked across the sky and made a loud noise. Did you hear it?"

"No."

Natsuki tore open the bread package and took a bite, then her face suddenly darkened.

It's not a brioche bun at all, with salad dressing on the surface and fried noodles on the inside.

A very subtle mix of sweet and salty.

"What's wrong, Hibiki-san?" Akane Shinjo blinked, an innocent expression on her cute face, "Isn't it delicious?"

…

After school.

Akane Shinjo returned to the room full of garbage bags and sat immersed in front of the computer, constantly pulling the remade monster sculpture in her hand.

"Are you making a monster?" the fiery "Pluto" in the computer asked curiously, "Did something nasty happen again? I have never seen Xiao Qian so angry."

"This time is different."

Akane Shinjo stopped the carving knife and raised her head, revealing eyes full of confusion.

"Alexis, why do people who break the rules exist?"

"Oh?" "Pluto" said with great interest, "If there really are such people, they are probably foreign guests or aborigines of this world. What kind of people did you meet, Xiaoqian?"

"guest?"

Shinjo Akane lay back in the garbage with her bare feet. Her fair and youthful body was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

"Does Hibiki-san have anything to do with the guest?"

Ring home.

Natsuki did not go to the glasses boy's house again, but stood in front of this low-cost apartment with a bit of inquiry.

Does Hibiki Yuta actually exist, or is he simply his incarnation?

After going to school, he suddenly became a little unsure.

Even the identity assigned to him by this world is too real.

Whether it’s relationships or whatever.

It's completely different from when he modified the memory line in Zeta time and space. Even the information and related items in the school actually exist.

"Is it because this is a virtual world?"

"Click!"

Natsuki reached out and gently pushed, and the locked door opened instantly.

It doesn't look like much from the outside, but the interior layout of the house is pretty good, the layout is clean and tidy, and the space is large.

I walked into the room and turned on the entrance light. Although I had never been here before, I still skillfully took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator.

Except for not giving money, everything else is fine.

The residence looked exactly like his childhood home.

"boom!"

After closing the refrigerator, Xia Shu suddenly stopped in front of the cabinet. Looking at the family photo, her parents were slightly stunned. After a moment of silence, she looked away and sat on the sofa.

Is there any more reliable coding software? WPS also got stuck once today. It took me half a day to type a single word.