The ringtone of the end of get out of class is like the trumpet of liberation. It may be that no matter where the world is, the most popular sound of nature among students. The sleepy students in the class instantly resurrected in the same place as if they were injected with chicken blood, and they all became active.

The boys in the front row seemed to have made an appointment to play basketball, while a shy boy next to him seemed to spend a planet and finally got the courage to ask the girl he loved to go out to confess. And Eric, as if these belonged to another world different from him, did not answer anyone and left the classroom directly.

He may be excellent in many aspects, but he has never passed the interpersonal relationship. He himself doesn't know whether it is because of his personality problems or because his mental age, as a man of two lives, is too different from that of these high school students who seem to be of the same age, and always feels that the world is rejecting him.

What made him even more upset was that ASUS actually sent Sharon Carter directly to him as a teacher. God knows if the principal will be replaced by ASUSUS Colson and others. Oh, wait, it seems that it is really possible...

He irritatedly slapped the cabinet door of the storage cabinet. Eric put on his schoolbag and was about to go out when he suddenly stopped.

He frowned slightly.

An inexplicable palpitations came from the bottom of my heart. This was a strange sense of alertness, a bit similar to the palpitations when I was surveilled, but it seemed even more so, as if I was seen through the depths of my soul.

He has always been very alert and trusted his intuition very much. Most of this kind of palpitations are not without evidence.

Now it is the peak of school. The students outside the teaching building walk together in groups, like a tide flowing into a chaotic tide. Eric seemed to feel his invisible eyes behind the sea of ​​people, and his cold eyes swept across the crowd like a razor, making people unable to help but shivering.

Almost subconsciously, his feet suddenly started, and his body burst out with an incredible speed toward the crowd. His running scores were always daunting for others during the physical fitness test, but what his classmates didn't know was that it was the result he deliberately kept his hands. After Eric came to this world, he never interrupted his physical fitness exercise, even if he was in the school track and field team.

With the surprise eyes of others, Eric swam past like a swimming fish. His pupils suddenly closed, feeling as if he had found a target.

A dark-skinned girl. She stood on the steps of the flower bed like a flagpole stuck on the ground, wearing a bright navel-exposed suit, and her face was as weird as if she was possessed by a demon. Her eyes were as white as if there were only whites in her wide eyes, just like a character in a horror movie, but her eyes without eyes clearly shot out a cold gaze like a blade.

The moment he saw her, Eric was sure--this heart-warming palpitations undoubtedly came from this girl!

Who is she? Was it sent by the unknown forces that attacked last time?

He rushed towards the girl, and felt his thighs doubled every time he stepped forward. The invisible resistance repelled his pace of progress, and he struggled.

The black girl showed a weird and evil smile.

In an instant, she disappeared from Eric's vision - no, it was not just her, everything around her began to become illusory. The sun was dyed inch by inch, the world suddenly began to lose its luster, and the bustling crowd around her gradually became quiet, as if he was suddenly the only living creature left in the world.

It was as if someone was screaming from a distance. The brain could not maintain balance, it was like the sky was spinning in a dream. His body fell uncontrollably, and his head fell on the cold floor tiles. The pain was like a wave of tides, not a pain of bumps, but from the inside of the brain, a heart-wrenching headache, as if an invisible hand reached into the inside of the brain, trying to tear it apart from the inside.

The unimaginable severe pain, Eric couldn't help but lie down on the ground and moaned in pain, his pale face covered with sweat.

There is no doubt that a person with mental ability attacked him directly through his brain.

The students around him stopped and looked at him in surprise and struggled. The black girl quietly sank into the crowd and disappeared.

Another girl rushed out of the crowd.

She was completely black from head to toe. She was wearing a black top and a pitch-black hood, and her slender legs were also wrapped in black stockings. She squatted beside Eric and gently took off the hood. The face under the hood was extremely delicate, but her skin was almost abnormally white and had no blood.

"Marson, tell the principal to go for first aid." The girl ordered in a hurry. Although the voice was not loud, the cold tone showed an indisputable meaning.

Marsen was the name of a female student who was walking with her. The girl woke up from her dream after hearing her orders and turned around and went away quickly.

The girl gently helped Eric up, and her slender fingers gently pressed on his sweaty forehead, and whispered a spell like an ancient priest. An invisible strange aura was released from her, lingering around her and Eric like smoke.

"Your pain belongs to me...your pain belongs to me..."

The pain was significantly relieved. When Eric's senses recovered slightly, he seemed to see the girl's sweat beads covered with ice, and his ears were blurred with the whisper of "Your pain belongs to me."

"Who are you?" he asked barely opened his dry and almost cracked lips, "What did you do?"

"Me? Oh, nothing..." The girl stood up with her help, "...just support you."

Who is she? I have seen her, remember...Who is she?

His brain was as unfunctional as if it was stuck, and he was incredibly drowsy. He couldn't help but pat his forehead.

"Sorry, please go to the side." A hurried voice came from outside the crowd, "Let the first responders deal with it!"

The students chattered and made it aside, and the first responders on the school hurriedly carried the stretcher. Eric lay on the stretcher, but his eyes did not take off the black girl for a moment.

She put on her hood again, as if she was deliberately hiding into the corner of the crowd, lowering her head and trying her best not to notice. But if you deliberately stare at her, she in the crowd is like a black tulip, trying her best to reject the refraction of light, but that particular lonely beauty makes her more conspicuous.

Eric finally remembered.
Chapter completed!