Douluo 2: I transmigrated as Huo Yuhao's own sister

". Che."

Tang Min, who found that what he said seemed to be encrypted and could not be heard by Huo Yunche, raised his eyebrows. The white washed school uniform he was wearing was filled with some inexplicable brilliance. Lie Xie was blown by the wind. Sound.

She stared at the sky above her head, gave a light "tsk", and raised a provocative middle finger to her head. Then she shrugged helplessly in the direction of Huo Yunche, showing a soothing smile, but her figure was The endless transformation between brightness and destruction.

"Ah--"

Even if it was a fake Ah Dai, she didn't want her to continue to worry about her.Huo Yunche stretched out his hand and touched the almost non-existent image of Tang Wei a few times. He pursed his lips slightly and revealed a smile that only the two of them could understand. It was innocent and full of attachment. .

A gust of wind blew away the remaining image of Tang Xian.

The slight chill of early autumn clung to Huo Yunche's long eyelashes, and her red eyes were hidden under the slightly fluttering long eyelashes. However, she did not yell out of control, but instead armed herself with all her fragility. He stared blankly at the place where Tang Wei disappeared, and then shrugged like Tang Wei, looking relaxed and contented.

Only the rustling maple trees remained.

And the maple leaves that were blown by the wind and fell off from the mother body, whirling in the air and then quietly falling to the ground.

The forced smile on Huo Yunche's face collapsed the moment the maple leaf fell to the ground. She lowered her head and remained motionless to relieve the anxiety in her heart. For a long time, as if venting her anger, she kept kicking her toes. of gravel.

The gravel scattered in the shape of a goddess's scattered flowers flew in a parabola to the middle of a large maple leaf, but did not cause any fallen leaves to fly.

Huo Yunche's eyes followed the direction of the stones and landed on the maple leaves that were covered with ruins, but some patterns could be vaguely seen.

After piecing it all together, it turned out to be two big characters——

Waiting for you.

She stared at the two big characters "Waiting for You" made of maple leaves on the ground, and the hesitation in her heart was like the fallen leaves scattered by the wind. Although they scattered in all directions, they settled down again.

very nice.

Is this another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright?

Huo Yunche raised her face and felt the afterglow of the setting sun on the horizon caressing her face. The slightly frowned eyebrows were smoothed away inch by inch, and a small smile slipped from her eyes, as if they had just been washed away, clear and empty. .

"I want a sweet taste, I want fragrant bubbles~"

"Smile, jump, happy girl has no worries~"

(from the Sweetheart Princess theme song "Happy Girl")
After letting go of a big stone in his heart, Huo Yunche's mood could no longer be described as wonderful.She turned around and hummed, jumping up and down towards the school.

Every street corner she walked through seemed to be separated from the world after her figure left, swallowed up by a sudden black hole. The video game city that stored the short memories of her and Tang Wei was incompatible with this small town. It collapsed inch by inch and turned into powder, leaving no trace.

But Huo Yunche seemed to know nothing about all this, without any pause, and walked firmly towards the teaching building in the school that was filled with a heavy sense of history.

Just like in her dream not long ago,

She held onto the wall,
One foot fell in.

"Yun Xiaoche!" Lao Li's bullet attack came again!

Huo Yunche's head subconsciously shifted nearly [-] degrees to the right, narrowly missing the thrown chalk, but there were still white marks on his face where the tail of the chalk had been swept away.

Hiss, it is indeed an accurate hitting rate of an experienced pitcher!
Huo Yunche clicked his tongue in amazement. This is such an accuracy that requires a lot of practice!
Just don’t spend it all on waking her up!
While complaining, she quickly stretched out her hand, her index finger and middle finger clamped the chalk as fast as lightning, aimed at the pencil case on the podium, threw it lightly, and sent it away perfectly to achieve the achievement of "everyone goes back to his own home, each finds his own mother" .

Old Li's eyes widened angrily, and he glared at Huo Yunche angrily and helplessly, but he didn't say anything more. He just opened the book calmly and recounted the rise and fall of China's history over the years.

The history of China’s Anti-Japanese War?
Why did what appeared under the seal in the Far North be a class from her high school days?
What exactly does this mean?

Is it an illusion?Was it constructed by reading her subconscious?Or are you trying to use her familiar past as a guide to trap her in this world?

Huo Yunche was lying on the desk with his little face slumped, listening to Teacher Li's thoughts for a while. There seemed to be a flash of nostalgia in his eyebrows, and then it was quickly covered up and turned into a trace of something. A tired and dejected look.

"Yun Xiaoche, tell me, what did I just say?" Teacher Li tapped his fingers twice on the podium, which also brought back Huo Yunche's wandering thoughts.

"Teacher Li, what you just explained is the relevant historical facts that triggered the first aggressive war before the founding of the People's Republic of China, that is, the research and analysis of the opium eradication in Humen."

Huo Yunche smiled apologetically at Old Li, his delicate brows and eyes were full of peace and sincerity. The mental outlook that was completely different from hers in the past shocked Teacher Li, who had always hated her, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. think.

Could he be pushing this girl too hard?
Thinking like this, Teacher Li frowned slightly apologetically, nodded slightly towards Huo Yunche, gestured for her to sit down, and continued to talk eloquently based on Huo Yunche's answer.

"Snapped--"

The closed glass window on the left was suddenly blown open by the strong wind. The wind dragged the golden maple leaves, passed through the noise that hindered its progress, and picked up the untouched history textbook that Huo Yunche had placed aside. , as if he had captured something beloved, he put down the maple leaves he had plucked in his hands, and began to play a happy page-turning game with the book naughty.

A sharp whistling sound continued from the bamboo forest outside the classroom.

There were exclamations in the classroom one after another.

Huo Yunche glanced at the confused and confused classmates around the circle. Unexplained questions kept popping up in her mind. A speechless expression visible to the naked eye climbed on her face. She could only hold her forehead with a headache and took long strides. He walked to the window and closed it skillfully.

The wind stopped.

Sound stopped.

The pages of the book that were constantly turning seemed to have been pressed on the stop button for an instant, and suddenly stayed in place, leaving only the familiar picture and a swaying golden and red maple leaf, which happened to fall in the middle of the painting.

"boom--"

Silent waves of air burst out from the painting.

without any precautions,

There was no hesitation at all,
Huo Yunche once again fell into the familiar darkness, sinking repeatedly.

Ang Ang Ang finally arrived home!