Vol 2 Chapter 309: Death

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The teacher is focusing on the textbooks for the students. The classroom is constantly "booming" and the sound of gel pens touching the paper.
"Brush!" one tick, "brush!" another tick.
Yang Dong keeps following the teacher's rhythm, and then rewards one tick after another on the brand-new textbooks, and then turns the pages, one after another, but suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his brain, that It feels like a bite from a fang-toothed animal.
But this feels fast and fast. His interruption seems to be unable to keep up with the teacher's rhythm. He missed several ticks in a row. When he recovered his rhythm, the teacher had closed the last of the textbook. The page also said: "Okay, this is the focus of this final exam, review it."
The whole class looked at the textbook in silence. Twenty minutes ago, they opened the first page of the textbook. Twenty minutes later, they closed the last page of the textbook.
This...this whole book is the focus?
headache!
Everyone was rubbing the temples, and even the teacher was rubbing. He was entangled whether he had all been given, or left two for them to make up for the exam.
During this semester, the students didn’t concentrate on the class and some people skipped the class. If all of them were given, wouldn’t this make the group of students worse?
But this semester is also a mixed day, if you leave a few to let them make up the exam, I am always grateful for being a little embarrassed.
So the teacher also had a headache, but they didn't notice how unusual it was for the whole class to feel a headache. It was as if someone's mental wave suddenly emanated and affected everyone.
"Review!"
The teacher ordered a sudden mess in the classroom, some were reading, some were playing with mobile phones, some were sleeping, and some were talking.
The teacher looked at these students and was going to find some students with the least serious attitude. But after watching them for a long time, the teacher realized that I don’t know these students!
Although the class lasted one semester, it was only one semester, and he could not remember who was named.
No, I can still remember a few of them, sitting at the front, some who have answered questions, and those who are more prominent in appearance, these people still barely remember.
"Ding!"
A low, piercing voice erupted, and the whole class covered their ears in unison, and some shook their heads.
At this time, even the slowest person in the class found that something was wrong, everyone looked around curiously, and the students by the window began to look for suspicious things outside the window, but unfortunately, they could not find anything.
Yang Dong shook his head. He didn't review anymore, didn't finish his cell phone, and didn't chat with his classmates. He was drawing.
It was a notebook. Yang Dong had a 2B pencil in his hand. He just drew a few strokes, and then a prototype of a character appeared.
This is a character wearing a hat, with a black eagle standing on his right shoulder. He and this black eagle face away from the writing Yang Dong, and there is an endless road ahead.
A classmate next to Yang Dong approached, he glanced at Yang Dong's painting and said admiringly, "Great, are you going to draw a comic?"
Yang Dong said: "I'm working hard. I have recently signed a contract with Penguin Comics, but unfortunately there is very little money, a few dollars this month."
The classmate's eyes suddenly showed admiration: "Awesome, signed painter."
Yang Dong smiled bitterly, perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, but this is really not a commendable achievement in the circle. Many people younger than him have already left him far behind, and he rises no matter what. No one can catch up.
More importantly, he does not have what is called "spirituality".
Really helpless...
Yang Dong continued to paint, his heart full of bitterness.
"Want to change?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind, Yang Dong was startled by the sudden voice: "Who is it?"
Yang Dong could hardly resist shouting, but he suddenly realized that it was a classroom. If he shouted like this, he would be treated as a neuropathy. His restraint was not so weak.
"Yang Dong, you should be familiar with me. After all, I am the character you wrote!"
There was another voice in Yang Dong’s mind, and he wanted to speak, but the voice continued:
You don’t need to shout, I know all your thoughts, I know very well, Yang Dong, you are actually painting just to vent the reality The world’s dissatisfaction, you are not reconciled. This is just an ordinary world. You are not reconciled to spend your life so mediocre, but you have no way, so you can imagine the world in the painting. Am I right?"
Yang Dong was completely stunned, his expression was very exaggerated, but because in this classroom, everyone is doing what they want, so no one noticed his abnormality.
"You... who are you?" Yang Dong said in his heart.
"Yang Dong, you should be familiar with me, after all, I am just..."
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The passage through which Wei Huo passed became more and more red, and there was blood dripping. No, this channel was really dripping blood. The blood water had even drowned half of Wei Huo's body, the sticky blood, the pungent blood. Smell, if it is an ordinary person, maybe it has already fainted because of this scene.
But Wei Huo is still advancing. He is walking in this pipe. The surrounding passages are becoming more and more real. The touch of the hand can still feel the touch. The blood flows continuously from Wei Huo, and Unlike the flow of water, the way the blood flows is burst after burst.
The blood was suddenly turbulent ~EbookFREE.me~ and suddenly slowed down, repeating this cycle, which gave Wei Huo a feeling that he felt like he was walking in the blood vessel.
But suddenly entering the blood vessels from the sea of ​​memory always has an unreal feeling, because the switch between virtual and real is too fast, and Wei Huo did not react.
The sea of ​​memory is virtual, and the blood vessels and blood are real. Where is the boundary between virtual and real?
Wei Huo was so puzzled that he thought of turning back to study what the boundary between imagination and reality is.
But Wei Huo had to move forward, because he found that the owner of the body was not in good condition, because the blood flow rate was slowing down, although the way the blood flowed was burst after burst, it was anxious and slow, But the overall flow rate is slowing, and the depth of blood is also decreasing.
It's like...it seems like the whole person is bleeding.
Wei Huo had to speculate that the time in the imagination space stopped, not because the story was over, but because the master who created the story was about to die, and his consciousness might have stopped!