Volume 1: The Bridge Man Chapter 1 Daily Life of a Traveler
September 19, 2243 in the Chinese calendar, sunny.
The afternoon sun makes people feel lazy, and the autumn wind is mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus.
There are many osmanthus trees on the campus of Tongcheng No. 2 Middle School. The fragrance of osmanthus can be smelled every time school starts. And the opening speech of each new school year always includes the phrase "the fragrance of osmanthus is in the air" as a companion to "the coolness of golden autumn."
“So, this is called refining words.”
Chinese teacher Fu Fang walked down from the podium, and the sound of her high heels hitting the floor woke many people up.
The next sentence is even more refreshing.
"Next, I will pick a few people to make sentences. Everyone should try to extract a word from their own words and put it into the sentence to refine the words."
She put her hands behind her back, and her 165cm height seemed to have doubled, giving her a demonic oppressive power.
As I glanced over, I saw that all the students were looking down, concentrating on their Chinese textbooks, as if the portrait of the great poet on the textbooks was about to do a backflip.
So in this situation, Fu Fang saw the boy in the back row who was staring out the window in a daze at a glance, and the rhythm of her heels tapping the ground accelerated as she locked onto the target.
But the boys didn't notice it yet, and many of the classmates' expressions became interesting.
Someone is going to get into trouble~
Snapped
The rolled-up textbook knocked on the table, calling the boy back to his senses.
"Qiao Ji, get up and make a sentence."
Class 3, Grade 1, second to last row, next to the window, this position is the VIP sunny scenic spot in the classroom.
If the seat was chosen based on military strength, this would definitely be a battleground, roughly equivalent to half of Xuzhou.
The boy stood up. He was as tall as the teacher, with short, neat hair, a thin body, and fair skin. He was an ordinary handsome boy.
After Qiao Ji stood up, his expression was a little confused, and he obviously didn't know what the problem was.
So he closed his eyes.
At that moment, everything in the outside world was fading away, time slowed down, and approached stillness.
At the same time, his consciousness entered his own memory space.
In the space of memory, there are countless broken pictures, interpreting the past, like snowflakes fluttering in the air, or like catkins, drifting with the wind of thoughts.
Qiao Ji appeared in his own memory and waved his hand. All the memory fragments turned into a dancing tornado and gathered together like soldiers obeying orders, condensing into two books, recording all his memories in detail.
One for the past life, one for this life.
The one on the left has a cheerful young man's head on the cover, and a line of numbers below the head: '1996.04.28-2022.12.23'
The one on the right has Qiao Ji’s head portrait on the cover, and there are also numbers below: '2227.09.20-2243.09.19'.
He opened the book on the right, which had the year, month and day marked on it. He flipped directly to the end and found today, September 19th.
In fact, the timelines of his two lives are similar, except that the calendar of this life starts from the first year when Qin Shihuang became emperor.
After the book was opened, he stretched out his hand and dragged the progress bar to the end. The pictures on the pages began to move. He clicked it and a sound was heard.
In the picture, there are the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the playground that the eyes are sweeping across, the physical education teacher blowing the whistle, the high school boy teasing his classmates, and the girl stretching her waist.
The voice was the voice of Chinese teacher Fu Fang giving a lecture.
His memory faithfully records everything that this physical device, the body, perceives.
Although his attention was completely outside the window, and he was even daydreaming, and was not in the classroom at all, as long as he played it back, he could still play the sound information he received at that time.
Qiao Ji listened to the audio again carefully and understood what question the teacher asked.
…
Qiao Ji opened his eyes.
He already knew the question, so he answered, "After you left, one summer became one autumn."
I almost sang it.
Fu Fang raised her eyebrows slightly, "Sit down and listen to the class carefully."
Qiao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to show that he understood, and then sat down.
Fortunately, this gentle Chinese teacher, a recent college graduate, said at the beginning of the school year that he wanted to be friends with everyone and was not harsh.
In that moment just now, many sentences flashed through his mind, but most of them were classics and could not be copied.
At least not in this situation.
However, Qiao Ji also began to stare at the Chinese textbook and stopped looking out the window.
After the Chinese textbook was distributed, Qiao Ji had read it three times, and the number of times he flipped through it was second only to the history textbook.
He had nothing good to say about this great poet named Liu, since he was a big shot to him anyway.
The wheel of time rolls forward, and the so-called ruts of history are nothing more than the same.
The historical trajectories of the two worlds are basically the same, but the details are completely different.
For example, this great poet whose surname is not Du also worries about the country and the people, and is also a fan of the Immortal Poet.
Occasionally you can see familiar things, such as idioms, similar allusions, etc.
For Qiao Ji, who has a relatively good ability to accept things, such a change in the world background is nothing. It is at most a parallel world. In his opinion, it is not much different from his previous life.
The only big difference is that this world also has a superpower MOD.
There are people with special powers such as "fire-breathing baby", "flying baby", "three-eyed baby" and "electric girl".
There are even demons and monsters that have become spirits.
And Qiao Ji wasn't even sure whether he had superpowers.
Excellent memory, can this be considered a supernatural power?
Even if it is, super memory or something, it doesn't sound very cool, it's better to be able to breathe fire.
His memories were all stored and could be retrieved at any time. When he was retrieving his memories, the time in the outside world seemed to have stopped, and he could think slowly.
This is probably the biggest advantage of this ability.
Of course, there is a downside.
"The word 熬 is used well, but the sentence can be changed. How should it be changed?"
The Chinese teacher's gaze made the students lower their heads again, not daring to look directly at her, so she could only answer herself, "How about the hard work and sweat that will make the hot summer go by?"
Still no one answered.
"It will be a golden autumn of harvest."
Wow, this is quite a change.
It should be great, but the students are not very understanding.
Gu~
Qiao Ji's stomach was asking for sacrifice, it was hungry.
This is his shortcoming. Every time he activates this ability, he gets hungry very quickly. During the morning reading a few days ago, he stayed in the memory space for a while longer and watched a movie from his previous life.
It's a group of geese at the foot of the mountain.
As a result, after activating his ability, he fainted.
The doctor at the school clinic said he had hypoglycemia and told him to eat well, especially to eat breakfast.
Maybe the doctors in the clinic think that not eating breakfast is a common problem among young people and they have seen many such patients.
From then on, Qiao Ji no longer stayed in the memory space for too long. He would do things quickly whenever he needed to find something, and no longer used the memory space as a private cinema to avoid accidents again.
After the Chinese class was over, Qiao Ji went to the school canteen and the three of them ate a loaf of bread.
I felt much better after putting some food in my stomach.
When he came back, Qiao Ji saw the boys in his class playing a game called Sun Rail.
They just squeeze one against another, stick together front and back, squeeze an unlucky guy in the innermost, and then make some strange and meaningless movements.
Some of the boring actions were quite indecent, but the participants enjoyed it very much and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Tsk~
Qiao Ji walked past with disgust, returned to his seat, stuffed a candy into his mouth, and then took out a novel from his bag to read.
He won't play with these little brats.
If you have free time, you might as well read some novels or comics.
After all, he had not seen many classic works in this world, so he did not have to go around looking for some young works that had not yet become popular like he did in his previous life.
This feeling of treasures everywhere is really great, and it's a great pleasure to watch.
After school, I can go home and watch anime, movies, TV series, and various high-quality games. My life is very happy.
Qiao Ji stood against the wall, his posture straight.
We sit for too long in class and need to move around. Also, as teenagers, it’s good for us to get some sun.
"Qiao Ji, you are watching the Magic Eye Detective series."
The female classmate sitting next to me suddenly spoke in a soft and weak voice, as if she was afraid of scaring someone.
Qiao Ji turned a page and replied, "I borrowed it from the library and just started reading it."
The girl sitting next to me is called He Ling. Like Qiao Ji, she has a low sense of presence in the class.
She doesn’t have any close friends, unlike other girls who hang out in groups of three or five. This is the same as Qiao Ji.
He Ling had just returned from outside. She first took a tissue from the table drawer to wipe the water off her hands, then picked up one side of the book and glanced at the cover. "Is this the third volume?"
"Well, I didn't see One and Two in the library."
This series seems to be quite popular, so Qiao Ji borrowed it when he saw it in the library.
It might be because it was so popular that the first and second parts were not available. They must have been borrowed by someone else, so he could only borrow the third part.
Qiao Ji answered without turning around, immersed in the excitement of the novel.
He Ling sat down, took out her cell phone and fiddled with it for a while, then couldn't help but look at Qiao Ji.
The sunlight was soft and bright. A handsome boy was standing by the window reading a book. His serious profile seemed to be covered with a layer of faint white light, and the fine hair on his cheeks was clearly visible.
The words were reflected in his eyes, and his expression was focused. He only blinked when turning the pages. At that time, his eyelashes trembled and each one could be counted. Time passed by there unknowingly.
Boys can actually have such beautiful eyelashes. He Ling blushed and quietly pointed the phone at Qiao Ji.
Snap
The sound of the shutter scared He Ling so much that she instantly hid the phone behind her back, like a child who had made a mistake.
Isn't the vibration mode on? Why is there a sound coming from the camera?
"Um?"
Qiao Ji heard the sound.
After all, it was quite strange to hear that kind of sound in the classroom. He looked at He Ling, and He Ling became more nervous.
"Um...do you want me to tell you who the murderer is?"
She was panicking and spoke without thinking.
Qiao Ji:?
Have I offended you in any way?
He crossed his hands on his chest in a 'Dah-me' pose.
"don't want!"
“Hahaha.” She laughed dryly three times. “I was just kidding. I have a complete set of The Magic Eye Detective at home. If want to see it, I’ll bring you the first one tomorrow.”
"Thanks."
This is of course great, after all, no one knows when the library will be able to borrow it.
"Want some candy?" Qiao Ji took out some candies from his pocket.
They were the kind of fruit hard candies that were very common in supermarkets. Ever since he activated his ability and passed out from low blood sugar while watching a movie, he always carried a few of them with him.
He Ling stretched out one hand, while the other hand was still holding the phone and hidden behind her back. She was so nervous that she was almost sweating.
“Is there any strawberry flavor?”
"It seems there isn't any, only apple and orange flavors." Qiao Ji searched in a handful of candy, "Yeah, there's also lychee flavor."
