Chapter 852 A vague new beginning

When I opened my eyes, it seemed that it was already late at night.

“Where is this?”

Sitting up from the bed, I looked around.

This is a not-so-large room, a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, which constitutes the entire room.

"Wait, what's going on? Shouldn't I follow Youyouzi into the Baiyu Tower? Wait, why can't I feel the power?"

Shaking my head, I clenched my fist, and then gently punched the ground.

No response.

The feeling of qi disappeared, and the body also became the strength of ordinary humans. What was going on?

In a panic, I wanted to summon Xiaoben to check what the situation is now, but Xiaoben, who has been with me for so long, disappeared.

"What's going on?"

Sitting on the bed, I couldn't figure out the current situation at all, so I sat in a daze until dawn.

At around 7 o'clock in the morning, when I was still in bed, the door of the room was slowly opened.

"Master Xu, it's time to get up."

A white-haired girl in a maid outfit walked in.

This is a person I am quite familiar with, and there is nothing wrong with it, quite familiar, even a meeting we had only met not long ago.

The headmaid of the Red Devils' Hall, Shiliuoye Sakiyo, appeared in front of me like this.

Is this the Red Devils Museum? No, it is impossible. How could there be such a modern thing in the Red Devils Museum? It is absolutely impossible for this to be a fantasy village.

I looked out the window and found that the buildings of the high-rise buildings were even more certain that I thought that it could not be the Red Devils Museum or the Fantasy Village.

"Young Master? Don't be dazed, you will be late if you are dazed!"

Young Master? I was stunned and pointed at myself: "Are you calling me?"

"That's right, Master Xu, why are you stupid? Get up quickly, today is the first day of school. If you delay, you will definitely be late."

After looking at me carefully, after confirming that I was not pretending to be stupid, Sakiya urged me to get up again.

The school starts at 8 o'clock, and being late is not a good thing.

"Oh, oh, OK."

Although I don’t know what the situation is now, it’s better to get up first.

After breakfast, I walked out of the house with my schoolbag in a daze and amid Sakiya's urging.

By the way, my home is just a very common double-storey small building, and there is nothing strange about it - but the problem is exactly here. Why do there be maids when it seems to be a place where ordinary people live?

This is very unscientific.

Moreover, even if I go to school, where is my school?

After flipping through my schoolbag, I finally found some clues. For example, the card in my hand is a student ID that represents my own identity.

"County North High School? Wait, such a familiar name, I definitely heard it somewhere, why can't I remember it?"

Keep rubbing my head, my memory seems to be declining.

Some things that I still remember very clearly when I wake up in the morning, why are they becoming very vague now? Who am I? Am I Ye Zhou? Or is this guy written on the student ID?

The chaotic thoughts kept rushing in my mind, as if I had forgotten something very important.

However, I can't remember it all the time.

"Oh, good morning, Ah Xu."

Suddenly, a hand slapped my shoulder.

Looking back, I saw a young man with short hair and looking very energetic.

"Ah? Ah, good morning, Kunikida."

I instantly said a familiar and unfamiliar name.

That Ah Xu was talking about me?

Am I Ah Xu? Is that my nickname?

What a familiar name, but my memory is still so vague, but I really can't figure it out.

"What a daze? Today is the first day of school. I am late for the opening ceremony, so I really become a celebrity in the school."

He patted my shoulder and Kunokida took me to trot all the way.

Just right, someone is leading the way now.

But I can probably confirm something.

Either, my memory has been blocked, or, everything I had been dreaming about before.

And now, I prefer the latter situation.

What kind of main god space, god war, are all things that happen in dreams.

Only what happens in dreams will make people feel familiar when they wake up, but as time disappears, the memories in dreams will be slowly forgotten.

But if that is really a dream, it would be too real.

God Wars, etc. I remember that I was a God’s agent, so who is the God I am acting as a proxy?

I shook my head and couldn't remember it anymore. Sure enough, is everything that happened a dream?

"Hey, Kunikida, we have known each other for a long time."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? We met in elementary school. Well, at that time, you were still a strange guy. In addition to a maid, there were only you brothers and sisters. Your parents couldn't see it, but speaking of it, it would be nice to be able to make friends with you."

OK, Kikukida's words didn't last long, but I got a few information.

First of all, I have no parents since elementary school and grew up under the care of my maid Sixteen Nights.

Secondly, I have a sister.

What is the rhythm of digging troughs? What is the rhythm of having a car, a house, a maid, and a sister, and both parents die? Why are you so familiar with it?

Moreover, why do I have no reflection on these things? Could it be that I have been dreaming for a long time and have lost my original memory?

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

But no matter what, we soon arrived at County North High School while talking and laughing.

The opening ceremony began soon.

I have to say that no matter where it is, such a store is always very boring. The principal and the director go up to speak one by one, which looks very powerful, but the content is very boring. No matter what, these things are difficult to attract my attention. And I am not the only one who is bored, but a group of freshmen are chatting quietly below.

"Let me tell you, this guy Axu is a very lucky guy. He was hit by a truck last weekend and flew up. Hey, hey, this guy is like a slight shock. Hey, most people are hit by a car like that, either missing or having their legs broken. Look at this guy, it looks like he is okay."

I was hit by a car?

When I heard this, I was stunned again. Really? Why did I have no impression at all?

"When was that happening? Why don't I have any memory of being hit by a car?"

My words followed naturally surprised Kunikida.

How thick is this to forget the incident of being hit by a car.

"Hey, you're kidding, just last weekend. I went to the hospital with a few other people to visit you on Monday, but you were sleeping at that time."

When he said this, Kunokida seemed to suddenly think of something and almost jumped up from his seat: "It's not so bloody, you kid was hit by a car and lost his memory?"

Amnesia? Why do I feel it doesn’t seem like amnesia, but it seems that I am hit by a car and some vague memories appear in my head.

"Well, what do you mean? It's not that I'm amnesia. I always think it's strange."

Shaking his head, I signaled Kunikida not to continue delving into this matter.

Anyway, I'm safe now, right?

The opening ceremony did not last long. After sitting in the large auditorium for more than an hour, the principal finished his last auxiliary words amid everyone's applause, and then we each returned to the class.

In the morning, there were no courses arranged. After all, school has just started, so it is more important for everyone to understand each other.

When the class meeting is over, today's course will be over. Formal classes will start tomorrow.

When the class guide of our class walked into the classroom, I almost fell down from the chair.

This person looks very familiar, and he also appears in that sudden memory.

Although the clothes have changed and the hairstyle has also changed, Fanzi Mom, I don’t know who you are?

But then my expression returned to normal. After all, that memory was still too hazy. There was almost no other relevant information besides the name.

In short, just think it looks familiar to this person.

"Okay, everyone, I am your new head teacher. Since my father is a foreigner, my name may be a little strange to everyone. In short, just call me Teacher Kalma."

Well, it looks familiar and the name sounds familiar. It's OK.

He shook his head and threw this messy idea out of his head.

In short, it’s better to stay honestly first.

Next, there is a favorite self-introduction session. This is a must-have link for freshmen when entering school.

First stand up one by one from the left hand side lined up by the man and woman, and then report their names, which country to graduate from, and other things, such as foods you like, etc. Some people speak vaguely, some perform quite well, and some just tell some jokes that the temperature in the classroom dropped by several degrees instantly.

However, this is not difficult for me.

In that vague memory, I seem to be a man who has experienced many storms, so there will definitely be no problem.

So, when it was my turn, I stood up calmly: "Ah, hello everyone, my name is xxx. In short, call me Axu."

Then I sat down.
Chapter completed!