The Science Fiction World of Xueba

During the whole morning, Yao Bingxia was a little out of control, and finally got through to noon after class. Yao Bingxia and her best friend Chen Guo went to the cafeteria for dinner.

"Xiao Xia, I saw that something was wrong with you in class today. You don't really have a boyfriend, do you?"

The round-faced girl Chen Guo asked curiously.

Yao Bingxia said with a guilty conscience: "Xiaoguo, you are with me every day, inseparable, do you think I have a boyfriend?"

"Well, that's true, so what's wrong with you?"

Yao Bingxia hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Xiao Guo, do you think it is possible to dream about a story that left a deep impression on you, and you even developed feelings for the character in the story, and this character really exists in reality... "

"Xiao Xia, no way, you dreamed about someone in reality? Then fell in love with him? Male or female?"

"What nonsense! I just dreamed of a stranger. I have never met him before, but in the dream, his story is very tragic, and it is very distressing..."

As Yao Bingxia spoke, a trace of blush appeared on her fair little face.

All she could remember in the dream, except for the last paragraph, were all the sweet scenes with Pang Xuelin, and some scenes even made Yao Bingxia, who had never been in a relationship, feel weak all over.

Chen Guo didn't notice Yao Bingxia's strangeness, so she pouted her chin and said, "I've never seen this before. Under normal circumstances, no matter how impressive a dream is, it may gradually fade away after waking up. Shouldn't you Do you still remember it clearly?"

Yao Bingxia frowned and shook his head, but did not respond.

She knew very well that not only did she remember it clearly, but she even had an unforgettable feeling, as if she had really shared joys and sorrows with Pang Xuelin for so many years.

"Xiao Xia, tell me quickly, who did you dream about?"

Chen Guo said with a smile.

Yao Bingxia said: "Okay, Xiaoguo, don't ask, it's just a dream, maybe I'll forget it in two days!"

"That's true!" Chen Guo laughed, "But I really didn't expect that the first person who walked into the heart of our Senior Yao was actually a person in a dream. This is really—the lover of the dream!"

"You still say! Ask for a fight!"

The two girls chased each other, and the laughter soon spread throughout the campus.

After eating in the cafeteria, Yao Bingxia returned to the dormitory, ready to take a nap, which was a habit she had developed for many years.

But as soon as he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, the figure of Pang Xuelin came out of his mind again.

Yao Bingxia turned over, picked up her phone, and found Pang Xuelin's WeChat ID.

She flipped through Pang Xuelin's circle of friends in the morning, and it was empty, and the other party didn't seem to have posted on the circle of friends at all.

Yao Bingxia thought for a while, and entered the word [Are you here] in the information bar, hesitated for a moment, then deleted the two words, and then changed it to [Hello], and when she was about to click send, Yao Bingxia faltered again. Yes, the information is directly deleted.

She simply quit WeChat, opened the browser, and searched for information about Pang Xuelin.

In addition to the news about Pang Xuelin on the Internet, there are interview videos of TV media and videos of him in class.

Yao Bingxia thought for a while, found a bluetooth headset and put it on, and then secretly read it under the covers.

Under normal circumstances, a girl of Yao Bingxia's age would either follow dramas or watch variety shows. She wouldn't even glance at such conversational interview videos.

But now, watching Pang Xuelin chatting with the TV host, Yao Bingxia didn't feel bored at all, but enjoyed watching it with gusto.

After watching Pang Xuelin's talk show, Yao Bingxia got him to watch the video of his class again.

When she saw the ending, a beautiful girl stood up and asked Pang Xuelin if she had a girlfriend, Yao Bingxia was a little annoyed again.

She still remembered that two days ago, there was an affair between Pang Xuelin and his beautiful female colleague in the media.

An hour passed unknowingly, and soon, Chen Guo, who had fallen asleep, came to her: "Xiao Xia, it's time for rehearsal, let's go to the rehearsal room quickly, next week we will confirm that we will go to France this time." The list of candidates for the European International Art Grand Prix is ​​ready, you are our number one female, don't lose the chain during this time!"

"Okay, okay, I'll come down right away!"

Yao Bingxia turned off the video, thought about it, opened Weibo, and decided to pay attention to Pang Xuelin.

But when he entered Pang Xuelin's name in the Weibo search box and clicked to search, the latest information that appeared made Yao Bingxia panic all of a sudden.

"Professor Pang Xuelin is suspected to be sent to the intensive care unit, and the genius mathematician is critically ill!"

What leaked out on Weibo was the picture of Pang Xuelin being pushed onto the ambulance. Although the picture quality was not high, Yao Bingxia immediately recognized that the person on the cart was Pang Xuelin.

Yao Bingxia panicked immediately, and quickly searched for information about Pang Xuelin's critical illness.

This keyword has already been searched on Weibo, and it is currently ranked thirteenth, and it is rapidly rising.

It's just that there is not much information on Weibo, except for that photo, there is no other news.

"Xiao Xia, time is running out, what are you doing?"

Chen Guo urged.

"Oh, I'll be right down!"

Although Yao Bingxia was anxious, she also knew that it would be useless to be anxious in this situation, and could only wait for further news.

In the afternoon, Yao Bingxia was completely out of shape.

During the rehearsal, either there was a mistake here, or there was a problem there. I was scolded several times by the teacher who led the team, but I still made mistakes when I should make mistakes.

Finally, the teacher couldn't take it anymore, called Yao Bingxia aside, and said, "Yao Bingxia, what happened to you this afternoon? Your state is obviously not right, is it because you have been under too much pressure recently?"

Yao Bingxia shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Huang, I have something to do. I want to ask for a day off tomorrow."

"Ask for leave?" Teacher Huang frowned, and said, "Xiao Xia, the European International Art Grand Prix will start in two weeks. As the protagonist of the youth group's classical dance, now is not the time to pick your picks!"

Yao Bingxia said anxiously: "But Mr. Huang, I'm really in a hurry, give me a day, and I'll come back to rehearse the day after tomorrow, okay?"

Teacher Huang looked at Yao Bingxia, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Tomorrow's rehearsal cannot be stopped. If you are not here, I will consider letting someone else take part in the rehearsal instead. If the effect is good, can you participate in the European International Art Grand Prix?" , but two words!"

Yao Bingxia bit her lip and said, "Mr. Huang, I still hope to ask for a day off!"

Teacher Huang watched Yao Bingxia for a long time before he sighed and said, "Go, remember to come back on time the day after tomorrow to participate in the rehearsal!"

"Thank you, Teacher Huang!"

Yao Bingxia quickly exited the rehearsal room, went to the locker room to change into regular clothes, then took out her mobile phone and started booking a flight ticket on the travel app.

It's just that this time is the peak tourist season, and today's air tickets from the capital to Jiangcheng are full, not to mention the economy class, even the first-class business class.

Yao Bingxia opened the 12306 website again, checked for a long time, and finally found that today's high-speed rail is also gone, but there is a green leather car with a letter Z at 9:00 in the evening, with hard seats, and it will take 9:00 in the morning to go directly to Jiangcheng. "

Yao Bingxia booked the train ticket without hesitation, then packed up casually, and hurried out of the school with a small bag on her back, heading to the train station.