Qu Mozang stared at the blackboard blankly, and the white chalk characters on it that existed in distant memory seemed to explode in her mind one by one, leaving her brain blank for a moment. The big hand dyed with chalk dust was pointing at the graphic on the blackboard at the moment, and the owner of that hand was wearing a white shirt, looking at her expectantly, his mouth opened and closed saying something.

She stared blankly at the man who was more strange than familiar. The only hair left on his head was peeking from the top of the frame, so that his eyes turned up, and he looked a little funny.

But Qu Mozhen’s focus was not on this at all. She only felt a cold sweat coming out of her back, and her whole body was in a daze. The man on the podium slowly twisted his brows, and said again: "Mo Zang, this is not a question. Will you do it?"

Qu Mozhen still didn't answer, the expression on her face changed from trance to shock, and she had never lost her calmness like now in so many years. She looked around quickly, the blue and white large school uniforms came into view, and their owners were all curious and immature, all staring at her at the moment. At her desk, the girl with short hair and ears looked at her worriedly, and whispered: "Cross point B as a vertical line."

After this sentence, Qu Mozhan seemed to break free from the mud all at once, and his empty brain also recovered. She shook her body slightly, and she pushed her right on the table, causing the table to slid suddenly, making a harsh noise in the quiet classroom.

Upon seeing this scene, the teacher on the stage hurriedly asked a little nervously: "What's the matter, is it uncomfortable?"

At this moment, he also noticed that the girl who stood up had a pale face, and her expression was not right, so she hurriedly walked over.

Qu Mozhang took a deep breath, nodded weakly, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

The man stunned, and hurriedly motioned to her to sit down: "Do you need to go to the infirmary? Your complexion is very bad, where is it uncomfortable? You kid, why don't you tell the teacher?"

Obviously this teacher was very good to Qu Mozhan, and when she found out that she hadn't answered the question because of physical reasons, she immediately humbled and asked warmly. He didn't doubt Qu Mozhen's words, because she did look very bad, and in his cognition, this question was not a problem for Qu Mozhen at all.

After refusing the teacher's kindness, Qu Mozhen lay on the table with the excuse of being a little dizzy, calming her messy and horrified mood at the moment. He pinched himself fiercely through the sleeve with his finger, telling her with real and strong pain that all of this is true.

She fell down the stairs and fell back to her school days. That math teacher... should be her junior high school class leader Wang Weixing. What time did she return to the beginning? Is this the bridge passage in the novel on her? What about Lin Qinghan... She remembered that Lin Qinghan also fell because she saved her, and she went back to the junior high school days, what about Lin Qinghan?

She didn't know how to sort it out, and she couldn't understand the current situation with her classmates more than ten years ago casually, so she could only calm down her messy mood on her stomach. Finally, when the bell rang, the head teacher said that after school, there was a riot in the classroom, and the students in the class happily packed their schoolbags.

Seeing this scene, Qu Mozhan was secretly relieved, it was already the last lesson. After thinking about it carefully, the phenomenon of making up classes in the junior high school she had studied at the time was very serious. Later, she was reported by her parents and the school cancelled the evening self-study. But changing the soup and not the medicine, the school added morning reading in the morning, which means that they have already ended school.

The head teacher Wang Wei walked over and asked with concern: "How are you feeling now, can you go home by yourself? Or should I call your father to pick you up?"

Qu Mozhang shook his head: "Thank you, teacher, I'm better, no need to call my father, I'll go back by myself later."

Wang Weixing watched her look much better while she was talking, so he let go, and after a few words of warning, he left with the teaching material triangle.

"Mo Zang, are you really okay?" Qu Mo Zang, who was packing up, looked at the two girls who were a little worried, paused slightly, and then smiled a moment later: "I'm fine, don't worry. "

These two people were classmates who had a good relationship with her when she was in junior high school, Chen Yao and She Jiayi, the person who just reminded her was She Jiayi. In the memory of Chen Yao's failure in the high school entrance examination, she only went to an ordinary high school and then contacted her less, but She Jiayi was still a good friend with her until she graduated from college.

"Then let's go back together." She Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

Qu Mozhang shook his head: "I still have something to ask the teacher. You should go back first. Chen Yao is far from home, go back early."

In my memory, when they went back together, Chen Yao always had to ride a bicycle for more than ten minutes to get there.

It's just that Qu Mozang's expression was too calm and indifferent at this moment, which made She Jiayi and Chen Yao a little stunned. She Jiayi looked at Chen Yao and saw that Qu Mozhan really didn't plan to go with them, so she hesitated and left with Chen Yao. In a blink of an eye, she and another girl were the only ones left in the classroom.

She just glanced at the thin girl who was cleaning, and without remembering who it was for a while, she continued to look through her drawer. The textbooks are all in the ninth grade. She should be in the third grade now, and then she found a mobile phone in the side pocket of her schoolbag for a long time. The mobile phone is not only palm-sized, but still covers up and down. Qu Mozang looked at the familiar trademark above, it was the legendary Nokia that could smash walnuts. I slid off the phone and looked at the small display screen, and I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart. I was used to the touch-screen smartphone and suddenly holding this small thing, it was really hard to say anything.

Fortunately, the lock screen was not so common back then, and no password was set, otherwise she might not be able to open it after so many years. My eyes fell on the phone, and the time displayed was October 25. I fumbled for a while and finally opened the calendar, and it turned out to be 2008.

In 2008, a year of troubles and disasters, major events happened frequently. Every Qu Mozang remembered clearly, and this year was also a major turning point for the Qu family. At this time, her parents should be very busy.

She did not go home immediately, but sat in the classroom trying to remember what she had encountered during this time, as well as the classmates, the teacher, and how she should go back.

I don’t know how long the sweeping movement in the classroom stopped. The thin figure in the white-washed school uniform turned around hesitantly, and said like a mosquito, “I’m done on duty. It's almost late."

Her voice was very vague. Qu Mozang thought for a while before guessing what she was talking about. He stared at the girl standing at the back door in a daze, and finally faintly replied: "Well, thank you, I'll go right away."

It was just her words that made the girl raise her head in shock, but soon she lowered it again. Her hair was a little messy, and her bangs were so thick that she almost covered her eyes. Qu Mozang only saw the strange eyes flashing under his hair, and soon disappeared.

She looked at the girl's back with the worn-out schoolbag on her back, and recalled a little, but she couldn't remember her name. She seemed to have no impression of such a classmate.

But Qu Mozhen didn't think about it for too long, because after she sorted out the situation, she had to face a new problem. She had to ride home, but after more than ten years, she had to think about where her bicycle was.

Walking out of the classroom door and looking at the campus in front of her, the trance struck again. She was really back fourteen years ago. Fourteen years, it was terrifyingly long and unreal.

Fortunately, there are many students who ride to school in the school, so the school specially repaired the carport. Anyway, she doesn't have to think about where to park her car.

According to the vague memory, Qu Mozhan finally found the carport after a few minutes. Fortunately, there were not many cars left in the carport. She hesitated for a moment and stopped in front of a blue bicycle, and tentatively took the key and opened it. With a click, the lock was unlocked, and Qu Mozhen also let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the already dim sky, Qu Mozhan stepped on his bicycle and thought about the general direction, and rode forward quickly along a small road in the school.

It's just that she still underestimated the influence of time on memory, and she went the wrong way. Qu Mozang was about to turn his head after finding that there was something wrong, but he heard a noisy voice. Among them was a somewhat harsh female voice yelling at something. Qu Mozang stopped and listened carefully, and vaguely heard "Yes Shameless?", "Remember me...kill you" or something.

The place where the sound came from was close to the school wall, and a row of cedars and shrubs were planted. Qu Mozhang's brows wrinkled and continued to ride the bike, parked under a cedar, and walked over. Over there is the boiling water room in the school, where the students open the water, and there happens to be a path extending into it.

When Qu Mozhang walked to the intersection, he saw four or five girls surrounded there. One of them was a girl with short hair leaning against the wall with a stalk of grass in his mouth. His eyes were full of sarcasm and coldness: "Never look. Seeing his own virtues, both soil and decay, dare to hook up with Xiao Mu, bah!"

She spat in disgust. She was wearing a school uniform for the first time, but she didn't have a trace of student breath. She was alive and well.

Among the other four girls, a figure was almost buried in it. Two of the girls even stepped their feet on her, holding a long green thing in their hands.

Qu Mozhan frowned even more when he saw it clearly, and there was a cold anger in his eyes. The green thing was clearly sisal planted in the school! The leaves of this thing are sharp, hard, and sharp. It would not be a joke if it was really pierced.

"Take her clothes off, do you have a mobile phone? Take a picture? It doesn't suit her to like to hook up people so much. The people I like Li Siying also dare to hook up, and now I pretend not to talk to a dumb. See if she screams later."

Probably after hearing Li Siying's words, the person who was stepped on the ground silently made a low whimper, with fear in despair.

This is simply outrageous. Qu Mozhan is no longer a junior high school student. She has lived for more than 20 years, read countless news about school violence on the Internet, and heard of gangs bullying classmates when she was studying. But she never thought that such a lawless and vicious thing would happen to her.

At this moment, she had forgotten that she was also a third-year student now. As soon as she curled her brows, her eyes seemed to congeal in frost, and she walked quickly and said coldly, "Stop!"

She is very young now, with a fair and beautiful face, wearing a school uniform with a ponytail, and she is clearly a good student. But this face was full of cold anger at the moment, and there was no ignorance of this age in his eyes, but step by step, he walked in front of a few people with rebuke and oppression. It made a group of people clamoring that they could not say a word at a time, and looked at her blankly.

Qu Sheng started from scratch. Although Qu Mozhen doesn’t like doing business, he has met people who have experienced far more things than his peers. When his aura is full, Qiansheng’s shareholders can also hold a group. Not to mention the teenagers.

"You are a crime, you know?" She stared at the girl looking at the wall and uttered a few words.

The author has something to say: Miss Qu: As a little expert in dressing clothes, my daughter-in-law hasn't picked it up by herself, so how can I let others get involved!