Chapter 1037 You Really Treat Me Like a Child

"That classmate, hello! Just you, what are you doing standing there? Sit down!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't respond. He coughed twice, and Chen Ge came back to his senses. Sit back quickly.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" The round-faced fat man secretly asked Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't say a word, and kept his eyes on Zhang Ya on the podium.

"The West City Private Academy was closed six years ago, and Zhang Ya passed away a year before the school was closed. Calculating the time, if there is no such incident, she should be like this at the age of twenty-five."

Being stared at by Chen Ge, the female teacher on the podium smiled at him, and then looked at the other students.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge forced himself to calm down. He hid the backpack under the table and secretly opened it to check the contents.

Nothing else changed, only Zhang Ya's bedtime story book "run" out of the interlayer again, pressing on top of everything.

The middle-aged man left, Zhang Ya started her first class, and Chen Ge, who was sitting by the wall, quietly opened Zhang Ya's storybook.

Inside the blood-red cover are pages of blank paper, all the bloody and terrifying stories are gone, and those words written in blood seem to have never appeared before.

"When entering Fangyu's world behind the door, all the words on the storybook seem to have disappeared. What is the real function of this book? Why do all the bloody characters on the book disappear every time I enter the world behind the door? They go to the world behind the door. where?"

"When I just opened the door, I felt as if I fell into a sea of ​​blood and almost suffocated to death. Fortunately, a pair of hands grabbed me."

"I remember there was a strange man's voice at that time, as if asking me why I came in to look for him. Is the owner of this voice Yu Yu?"

Chen Ge's mind was a little confused. He was lying on the desk, pillowing on the storybook that ordinary people would die if they touched it, and even the red clothes were afraid.

"I need to organize my thoughts carefully. The world behind the door is too special, and the probability of the unborn child hiding here is very high."

Picking up the pen on the table, Chen Ge began to write on the blank note: "The school and the buildings outside the school are all scenes in my memory. Up to now, there are also two people who appeared around me. Some people. I have no impression of most of the remaining students. It was the first time I saw the middle-aged man who brought Zhang Ya over just now. It can be seen that the general framework of this world is woven according to my memory, but it also includes another's memory."

The memories of different people are intertwined into a common world. Chen Ge has seen such a situation before, and that is the school of ghosts.

The ghost school, which was originally just an ordinary three-star scene, constantly absorbs the memories of the students, constantly merges the scenes, and finally transforms into a four-star school.

But the difference between the world behind Yu Jian’s door and the school of psychic ghosts is that there is no gloomy and oppressive atmosphere here. If Chen Ge hadn’t clearly remembered that he pushed the door open, he might still think that it was in the door. somewhere outside.

Everything is so real that it will be completely consistent with reality.

"I seem to have overlooked something important. Now I know too few clues, so I can only focus on Zhang Ya and the math class representative..." Chen Ge was carefully listing the known information in his notebook, preparing for the next step, and suddenly found that the classroom The room became quiet, and all the students seemed to be looking at themselves.

Slowly lowering the hand supporting his head, Chen Ge looked sideways, and a faint fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose.

"Listen to the class carefully." Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Ge, tapped Chen Ge lightly with the book in her hand, and she left after speaking.

Looking at Zhang Ya's back, Chen Ge touched the place where Zhang Ya knocked just now. The woman in front of him coincided with the woman in his mind, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

A class passed quickly, and Chen Ge didn't do anything except watch the teacher: "If I really had Zhang Ya as a teacher in high school, I guess my college entrance examination score would be 100 points higher."

"You can put it down, the class is over, you didn't even take out the textbook." The round-faced little fat man covered his face: "Wake up,

Brother, stop dreaming and study occasionally. "

"You don't understand. It's not me who is really dreaming." Chen Ge left the seat with his backpack and chased him out. He knew it was not good to call out the teacher's name in the corridor, so he ran to the new teacher on purpose: "Zhang Ya ?”

Hearing the voice, Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and looked at Chen Ge: "You want to call me teacher, what's the matter?"

"You really don't remember me?" Chen Ge wanted to test it out. The world behind the door was formed based on the memory of the person who pushed the door, and those formed by memory would definitely remember the person who pushed the door.

"I remember you." Zhang Ya looked at Chen Ge very seriously, and suddenly her expression changed: "You are the guy who didn't listen well in class just now and drew in my class."

"Painting?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya in front of him. He didn't know what he looked like in Zhang Ya's eyes at this moment. Maybe the other party had really forgotten him: "I was writing something."

Taking out the storybook from his backpack, Chen Ge flipped through it in front of Zhang Ya: "Do you have any impression?"

"Is this the outline of the novel you wrote?" Zhang Ya was a little surprised.

"Why is it about writing novels again?" No matter what Chen Ge said, Zhang Ya just treated him as an interesting big boy, with a smile on his face all the time.

"Hurry up and go back to class. I support the interest in writing novels, but don't affect your studies."

The Zhang Ya in front of her has faded from her greenness, she is mature and gentle, making people want to get closer.

"You really treat me like a child." Chen Ge reluctantly took back the storybook.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Ya, who looked very stable in a suit and skirt, inadvertently showed a very cute expression.

"You are the teacher who listens to you. I'm going back to class." Chen Ge walked towards the classroom with his backpack in his hand. Halfway there, he looked back, and Zhang Ya entered the office alone: ​​"It turned out that Zhang Ya laughed like this The appearance is completely different from usual, so beautiful that it is a bit foul."

Glancing at his own shadow, Chen Ge sighed softly: "It's hard to come across an opportunity to bully Zhang Ya, but I didn't expect her to be a teacher, and it's too difficult for me."

Back in the classroom, Chen Ge didn't attend the class at all. He used his Yin pupil to observe the small town outside from his seat.

This is indeed Liwan Town, but it is completely different from the chaotic and crazy Liwan in his memory. The folk customs are simple and everyone lives and work in peace and contentment. Not to mention the unborn baby, he doesn't even feel the slightest negative emotion.

"Is this place the same as the school of psychic ghosts, where day and night are two extremes?"

"The student by the window, please come up and answer this question on the blackboard." A male teacher's voice came from the podium.

Chen Ge also respected each other very much. After standing up, he glanced at the blackboard, and then shouted: "I won't."