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Chapter eight hundred and fortieth untrue

"Luo Tianhuan, wake up! Wake up!"

"I'm..."

"Don't sleep! If you sleep again, the school gate will be closed!" Chu Tianzhi looked at Luo Tianhuan angrily. This scene was so familiar. She felt that she had seen it somewhere, but she could never remember it. Perhaps in her dream, her memory was getting worse and worse and more chaotic...

"How long have I slept?" Luo Tianhuan rubbed his eyes and looked at Chu Tianzhi with some fatigue...

"You have been sleeping for an afternoon, and you probably didn't listen to what the teacher said! Let me give you this!" Chu Tianzhi took out a small notebook from her schoolbag and handed it to Ye Huan and said with some concern: "This is the notes I took, maybe it may have some effect on you! You are not in a state of mind recently. Do you want to find a new psychologist at the school?"

"Psychologist? No need!" Luo Tianhuan put the notes that Chu Tianzhi handed to him into his schoolbag and said without caring.

"No! You have always been like this! I will go with you tomorrow, don't try to escape!"

"Okay! OK!" Seeing Chu Tianzhi like this, Luo Tianhuan nodded helplessly...

"You look very tired lately! Have you been going all night again at night? If you have anything, be sure to call me!"

"No...how could I have something wrong? I just feel like I have forgotten a lot of things... a lot of important things... and I feel like I have experienced a lot of things, but I just can't think of it..." Luo Tianhuan looked at the dusk outside the window, and she really forgot a lot of important things...

"Why are you weird lately? Forget it, I'll go back first! You can go home soon!"

"Oh!" Luo Tianhuan nodded.

...

Luo Tianhuan was the only one on the street at dusk, pulling the lonely shadow for a long time. Luo Tianhuan looked at the sunset that gradually began to sink into the horizon. He always felt that he did not belong to this world... All of this was so comfortable for him, so comfortable that Luo Tianhuan was a little uncomfortable... even made Luo Tianhuan feel that little fear...

"Is this really the life I want?" Luo Tianhuan looked at the closed door in front of her. In the slightly unreal memory, it was her home. Since it was home, there was no sense of familiarity or warmth in Ye Huan...

Luo Tianhuan took out the key from his pocket and opened the door...

"Brother...you're back!"

A white-haired girl sat in a wheelchair and watched Ye Huan come back. The girl was extremely beautiful, adding some colors to this colorless world...

"Well! I'm back! Xiaomeng!" Luo Tianhuan looked at his sister Ye Yaomeng. Although she was her sister, she had no blood relationship with her, and she didn't know how she came to her. She had long since remembered those memories...

"Brother...you look very tired!"

"It's okay! I've just been under a lot of pressure in my studies recently. Please wait first, brother will cook for you now!"

"Yeah! OK!" Ye Yaomeng showed this smile. When she saw Ye Yaomeng's smile, the haze in Luo Tianhuan's heart also disappeared...

...

On July 12, my memory began to gradually decline, and I had forgotten many things! My sleep time was getting longer and longer!

On August 8, I often think that I am another existence... the person named Ye Huan... I even began to question all this...

On September 3, I was tired and didn’t want to think about all this again... Maybe there is really something wrong with my spirit!

September 17th...I have found the so-called answer. Only in this way can I get rid of this endless cycle of reincarnation...all this is false!

Under the faint light, Luo Tianhuan looked at this diary. This diary was always placed in his desk drawer. He found it by himself by accident. More importantly, it looked like a diary written by a schizophrenic. It was actually written by himself, but he had no memory of this diary...

"The falsehood of all this? The so-called answer? What is all this?" Luo Tianhuan looked at this diary, wondering why his head hurts violently... If all this is false, then according to the diary, he once approached the truth, but for some reason, he failed and forgot all this...

"Endless reincarnation? What is this?" Luo Tianhuan simply threw the diary into the drawer, and lay directly on the bed, thinking nothing, closed his eyes... his consciousness became more and more blurred...

...

"Squad leader, put away all the homework, and the person who did not hand over the homework wrote down his name!"

Seeing Chu Tianzhi coming to collect homework in rows, Luo Tianhuan frowned bitterly. She had a headache last night, so she slept a little early and forgot her homework...

"Luo Tianhuan, where is your homework?" Chu Tianzhi looked at Luo Tianhuan and asked, who had no choice but to spread his hands...

"Okay! I knew you were like this! There is really nothing I can do about you! I hope the teacher won't notice it!" Chu Tianzhi looked at Luo Tianhuan and sighed deeply...

"Squad leader, have you finished your homework?"

"Teacher, except Zhu Xiao, I have collected everything!"

"Damn!" Hearing Chu Tianzhi's report, a young man named Zhu Xiao couldn't help but swear. Although the voice was very small, Luo Tianhuan was still heard.

"Zhu Xiao, it's you again! I came to my office after school!"

"Boss..." Hearing the teacher's judgment, Zhu Xiao looked at Luo Tianhuan pitifully, and the latter had no choice but to spread his hands, saying that he was powerless...

"Okay, now open page 89 of the textbook!"

The sound of flipping books sounded in class. Luo Tianhuan stared blankly at a piece of white paper on his desk and took out a pencil from his pencil case... There was a blurry picture in his memory. Although it was very blurry, he could not forget... Everyone squeezed together, facing the cruel end of the world with laughter and joy...

The pencil was wandering on the paper... Luo Tianhuan could not guarantee whether this memory that truly belonged to him would disappear, but he... had to do his best to preserve this precious memory...

The teacher kept talking carefully about the key points of the article on the podium, and the sound of classmates whispering around him, but Luo Tianhuan filtered out all of these. In his eyes... only his own memory...
Chapter completed!
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