Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 275.005. Rewinding Time
"are you ready?"

In the vast, boundless darkness, a voice suddenly asked.

"Mm," Jin Ziyue replied.

Calling it darkness isn't entirely accurate, because there's no concept of "sight" at all.

He tried to look around, but found that he was unable to use the function of "observation".

Since we cannot perceive the existence of our eyelids, we cannot blink; since we cannot perceive our retina, we cannot form an image; since we cannot perceive our neck, we cannot turn our heads.

His mind was exceptionally clear; he could even discern his own thoughts at that moment.

If you pay close attention, you might not even realize whether you are standing in space, or even whether you made a sound when you said "hmm".

"Let's start by answering one question."

The voice spoke again.

This time, Jin Ziyue was able to determine that the voice came from a man in his thirties or forties.

Jin Ziyue nodded.

Was it a nod? He didn't know.

The moment the idea was conceived, he knew the other party had already received it.

"You need to think carefully about this question before you answer it."

Sensing the seriousness in the other person's tone, Jin Ziyue nodded again.

The other person nodded.

This time, Jin Ziyue noticed that the other person's features became clearer in an instant. The man was dressed in a shirt, slightly balding, not very tall, and holding a short white shirt between his fingers.

He adjusted his glasses, staring intently at Jin Ziyue, and said, "Alright, now you answer this: what is the geometric relationship between angle AOB and angle CBD?"

Ok?
Jin Ziyue was taken aback. He glanced at it again. The blackboard was white with distinct colors. He understood what each word meant, but when all the words were put together, he had no clue about the problem.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but found that all the classmates around him were looking at him. He wanted to explain something, but found that he didn't seem to know the answer, so he could only stand there blankly.

"Teacher, I don't know how." In the end, he could only say helplessly.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be in a good mood. He snorted and said, "If you don't understand, then listen carefully to the lesson. Didn't you get a good night's rest last night? You're already dozing off in the third period."

Jin Ziyue thought to himself, "..."
"Teacher, whether or not you sleep depends not on the order of the lessons, but on the type of subject."

"You dare talk back!" The math teacher's voice suddenly rose several decibels.

Jin Ziyue was startled, only then realizing that he was still standing, and that he had unknowingly blurted out his innermost thoughts.

The whole class burst into laughter.

Jin Ziyue looked around, and the students' whispers grew even louder.

"Quiet!" The math teacher tapped the podium with his set square.

……

The bell rang, and the math teacher walked out of the classroom with a gloomy expression.

"Teacher, whether or not you sleep depends not on the order of the lessons, but on the type of subject."

The students around him were still imitating Jin Ziyue's embarrassing moment, laughing heartily.

Jin Ziyue ignored it; to be honest, he really didn't remember who was joking.

However, as if by instinct, Fu Lin looked towards a certain direction.

When I looked up, my eyes met the clean, plain white school uniform.

It seemed as if someone was standing next to his desk.

The visitor was a woman. Because of her faint fragrance, Jin Ziyue moved back a little and was finally able to see her clearly.

Jin Ziyue was facing her directly, but for some reason, he knew that her hair must be very soft and smelled wonderful.

"Hey." The other person looked at him with disdain.

Jin Ziyue only belatedly noticed the other person's face. The moment he saw it, his heart skipped a beat, as if it were about to float out of his chest.

The girl had a cool and aloof appearance, with a hint of displeasure in her expression. Her black hair was tied up in a single, smooth ponytail. Her natural beauty was reminiscent of white sandalwood flowers blooming in the mountains in April after the snow has melted.

The moment Jin Ziyue saw the girl, he felt as if the first ray of light shone through a crack, pulling him out of an abyss. The speed was so fast that the feeling of happiness made him feel as if he were on a cloud, and even his breathing became difficult.

His blood rushed through his veins, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. He stared blankly for a moment, then touched the moisture in the corner of his eye.

For some reason, I had an urge to rush up and hug the girl.

The girl narrowed her eyes, her expression cold: "Still want to take advantage?"

This shout completely ignited the boy's emotions. Jin Ziyue stood up, said nothing, and suddenly pulled the girl into his arms.

In that instant, everything slowed down.

The laughter froze.

The girl's seemingly sarcastic but actually caring voice still lingered in my ears.

And Jin Ziyue gritted his teeth, the bone conduction causing a creaking sound.

Fu Qin opened her eyes wide, her breath hitched, and her head was already resting on Jin Ziyue's shoulder.

The boy's shoulders weren't broad, but they were enough to cover her mouth. Her nose tingled with the scent of cheap laundry detergent and the boy's fragrance, and she couldn't help but blush.

She tried to struggle, but found that the boy's body was trembling violently, and she could hear some low sobs.

For some reason, Fu Qin swallowed back the words she was about to say in anger, and just stood there frozen, letting Jin Ziyue hold her, saying helplessly, "Hey, what's wrong with you..."

She was caught in a dilemma: to push or not to push.

"Wow!"

The whole class instantly erupted in excitement, the youthful restlessness of the boys and girls turning the classroom into a chaotic marketplace.

"together together together!"

Fu Qin could no longer bear the scene. She suddenly pushed Jin Ziyue away and turned to leave, just as she ran into the teacher who had come after hearing the news.

Their homeroom teacher, with a dark expression, took both of them to the office.

During this time, Jin Ziyue fell silent again, becoming dull and listless, a stark contrast to his usual cheeky demeanor.

Fu Qin glanced at him, then clenched her trouser leg to keep her hand from reaching out.

"What's going on?" Jin Ziyue remained silent throughout the morning's lecture by the homeroom teacher.

Fu Qin didn't say anything, and the homeroom teacher thought she was frightened, so she scolded her even more severely.

School was about to end, and the homeroom teacher could only say sternly that she would notify the parents.

Jin Ziyue's eyelids drooped, and he didn't respond. He just muttered something to Fu Qin:

"sorry."

The situation seemed to have a very bad impact, but Jin Ziyue was in a daze and it passed by in the blink of an eye.

Before leaving, the homeroom teacher, with a sour face, said, "I've managed to smooth things over with the school leaders for you. In return, you have to go and ask your deskmate why they didn't come to class. You two live pretty close by, right?"

Jin Ziyue raised his eyes and looked at his homeroom teacher again after many years. He was still stern and serious, wearing a pair of elegant glasses and a well-fitting shirt.

"Ah."

Jin Ziyue responded.

School ends on Friday.

Stepping on the ground, Jin Ziyue weighed his schoolbag. The teasing of his classmates, the strictness and care of his teacher, and the girl's sorrowful face—everything seemed so unreal, yet it strongly reminded him that time had flowed back to his high school days.

We've returned to... the era when the girl was safe and sound.

He walked down the road with his head down. The scenes of becoming a Fatebringer, fighting White Walkers, and becoming an assassin over the past five years still lingered in his mind. Those movements that he had practiced hundreds of times were like muscle memory.

This feeling... is it like being reborn?

Although the memories of the battles were still there, his mentality had become uncontrollably youthful.

There's still time; we can strive to become stronger.

"Jin Ziyue".

The girl was already waiting under the shade of the tree. When she saw him come out, she called out to him softly.

Jin Ziyue paused, turned around and saw Fu Qin with a solemn expression.

The girl's face had returned to calm, showing no trace of the loss of composure she had suffered when Jin Ziyue took advantage of her.

"Come here, I have something to ask you," Fu Qin said.

Jin Ziyue was taken aback. Fu Qin rarely used such a commanding tone. In high school, their interactions were mainly characterized by mutual criticism.

"What's wrong with you today?" Fu Qin's face was grim, her arms crossed in front of her. "If your explanation doesn't satisfy me, be prepared to pay the price for your behavior today."

Jin Ziyue lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Fu Qin felt a little uncomfortable looking at the gentle light in his eyes.

Fortunately, Jin Ziyue finally spoke, slowly asking:
Do you believe in rebirth?

The timer was set for the 6th...

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