Did Chief Jae successfully finish the script today?

"Classmate? Classmate?! Are you okay?"

"???"

"If you don't feel well, don't force it. Do you want to go to the infirmary? If you take the exam, you can make up the exam later."

"Ah... if this..."

where are you now?

Dizzy for a moment, he quickly looked around for a week from the corner of his eyes. Under the bright chandelier, there were neatly arranged desks and classrooms with the smell of ink, and students who bowed their heads and buried their heads in answering papers.

This is... an examination room? !

He glanced down at the test paper on the table in front of him——

"What important stylistic schools emerged in ancient literature?"

"Please briefly describe the significance of scar literature, and give an example to explain your understanding of its works."

"A brief description of Cao X's outstanding contribution to the development of modern Chinese drama."

"..."

Each of them looks familiar, so familiar, and seems to have a little impression, but... can't answer any of them!

Is he such a hard-working student?

My conscience hurts a little.

This feeling is uncomfortable. He has always felt that although he is not the top type of student, he is still the kind who is more than enough than the bottom, right?However, knowledge does not lie.

After a cursory glance at the test paper, his complexion became even paler—this is clearly impossible!Is it possible to fail? !

In the next second, before his own brain reacted, his body had already made an honest choice.

He chose to nod without hesitation and seized the opportunity in front of him.

Although he knew in his heart that these slight dizziness were not a big problem at all, as long as he persisted for a while, he still showed a pale and weak smile to the invigilator who was looking at him with concern.

"Then trouble the teacher, I think I really need to go to the infirmary."

His reputation seemed to have always been quite good, and the teacher believed his words easily.

However, this is a lie, right?Seems a bit off.

He thought so in his heart, and in the next second, another sentence popped up in his mind.

——It's okay, there will be no problem if you don't get caught cheating.

His gaze swept across, and the clean and bright windows of the classroom could barely be used as a mirror to reflect his abnormally pale complexion - the acting was as real as it was, and no one would doubt it.

Ah, maybe he should have signed up for art school?

No, what should be considered now is that even if the death penalty is postponed by using physical discomfort as a shield, if the knowledge is not replenished quickly, it will become a reprieve, right?

Walking out of the classroom thinking wildly, following his memory to the infirmary, he inexplicably felt that something was wrong. He always felt that the scene in front of him was both familiar and strange, as if he hadn't been here for a long, long time.

"Speaking of which, the teacher clearly reviewed that knowledge point for us before the exam, but I don't even remember it at all?"

Can't it?He wouldn't have amnesia at such a young age, would he? !

The more he thought about it, the more he had a headache, his complexion seemed to turn paler, and he was severely criticized by the doctors in the infirmary.

"It looks like the sequelae of staying up late and having irregular work and rest! You young people just don't take care of your body, and you will suffer when you get old!"

The doctor saw that he was someone from the past, and said earnestly: "Study depends on what you have accumulated in your daily life. I have no objection to cramming before the exam, but it will be counterproductive to work too hard like you, you know?"

"Yes, I see."

He accepts criticism honestly, and he knows in his heart that staying up late is not good. The other party cares about himself, but... staying up late is not a matter of sleepless nights. Besides, even if he stays up all night, as long as he has enough willpower, that is not a problem.

No, after all, it is impossible for a person not to sleep, right?

Shaking off the inexplicable popping thoughts in his mind, he walked out of the infirmary in a trance, feeling that maybe he was really sick, or a serious one, otherwise why would those popping up in his head What about weird ideas?

By the way, maybe he suddenly couldn't remember those knowledge answers because he suffered from some kind of "amnesia". Didn't you say that there are cases in foreign countries where you can't read after waking up?

Ignoring the sense of disobedience in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, choosing between going back to the dormitory and going to the cafeteria to fill his stomach.Maybe he didn't eat enough and had low blood sugar today, so all kinds of strange problems appeared?

Just as he was thinking this way, the phone rang, and the caller ID was "A Mommy". In order to find his family's phone number, he dialed "A" for the convenience of checking. At this time, he couldn't help but Heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... that he was unwell, so it was found out that he gave up the exam?

Or is Mom going to nag again?However, in that case, this time he must listen patiently.

Thinking of this, he connected the phone with complicated emotions, but received a blockbuster.

"Cub, what do you think mom will add another brother or sister to you?"

"???"

"Ahem, Zai Zai, Xiu Zhi? Don't be silent! Isn't this country just opening up the second child right now? Then it's a coincidence... Uh, in short, no matter whether it's a younger brother or a younger sister, you have to trust Mom Still love you."

"..."

"However, if you really object..."

"No, no! I am very happy! Please give me a younger brother or younger sister!"

He was stunned for a long time before he realized that his silence might cause some misunderstanding, so he hurriedly clarified, and felt a little relieved that he hadn't seen for a long time—how should I put it?Like, that feeling of being able to let go of some weight.

He is not the kind of person who is not filial, but when he heard that he would have a younger brother or younger sister, he suddenly felt hopeful.

The birth of a new life is always expected.

"Hahaha, it's good if you agree. We agreed, if it's a boy, it's called 'Xiuzhi', 'Xiuzhi' from 'A king among ten thousand husbands, like three Xiuzhi'. If it's a girl, it's called 'Xiuzhi' 'Xiao Zhi', 'Xiao Zhi' who 'sends a lapel sleeve Zhi Lanfang'—how about it?"

"...all of them are homonyms of my name, are you sure they don't mind when they grow up?"

Xiuzhi is quite satisfied with his name, "Xiuzhi Qiping" is the best wishes of the ancient scholar-bureaucrats, but if the names of his younger siblings become so miserable to accommodate him, it seems not very good.

"'Xiuzhi' is fine, the meaning of the poem is not bad, but..."

As a liberal arts student, even though the knowledge in his mind has been eaten away by time, he still has normal reading and comprehension skills.

"It's called 'Xiao Zhi' and so on. It's just a rote, and it's a homophonic verse, right? These sentences are all wrong."

According to the sentence, it is obvious that "breathed sleeves" and "Zhilanfang" are words that are related and understood together. It is always wrong to separate them and force them together, and... the meaning of "sleeves" is also very strange. !

Xiuzhi opened the split screen and looked up this poem that he had never heard of on the Internet, which further strengthened his thoughts.After seeing the sentence "The wanderer has always been sad for his hometown, and he sent his sleeves Zhilanfang", he even gave this name a big cross.

If he really had this name, it is estimated that the future sister will hate him as a brother to death, right?Calling Qiping is better than Xiuzhi.

After all, although the former sounds neutral and superficial, it is a good wish on an equal footing with "Xiu Zhi" in implication, while the latter... really does not seem to be clear, and it is too tragic to delve into it.

Don't they all say that men and women are equal?I should also fight for some benefits for my sister.

Eh?So why did he subconsciously identify her as his younger sister?

Xiu Zhi was stunned for a moment, and saw the unknown poem by the unknown poet again, and was inexplicably touched.

"The wanderer has always grieved for his hometown, and sent his sleeves to Zhilanfang. The dream soul flies to the clouds and waves, and the stick policy walks leisurely in the autumn water."

"But I came here in my dream, but there is a lingering fragrance behind Anzhi. There are virtuous disciples, and I will build a new pavilion for Zhenken Hall."

He suddenly felt that this poem was more suitable for him than giving it to his unborn sister, because...

He is a "wanderer" and is also "sorrowful for his hometown".

He came here in a dream, and his soul is still lingering here.

In fact, he was already aware of the various violations before, but subconsciously he didn't want to shatter this beautiful dream so quickly.

He said softly: "Call it Qi Ping! Cultivate Qi Ping, cultivate one's morals, govern the country, make the family peaceful, and we brothers and sisters will be invincible in the world."

As he spoke, he laughed out loud.

He has always been a maverick, because his "ideal" has a lot of friends, but they are only casual acquaintances, and there are no deep "close friends". However, his family is always the softest place in his heart.

"Mom, I'm living a good life. And, although you may not believe it, I... saved a world, and I'm working hard to change a world!"

"Well, as expected of my son."

Not being called out for being crazy, or thinking he was joking.

This time, what he wanted to hear came from the other side of the phone, and he answered very seriously.

"Before, when we were sorting out, we found the composition you wrote before. Xiuzhi wanted to be a partner of justice since he was a child, right? But, it was too hard and dangerous. So, although my mother was proud, she never supported such an idea. Even belittling such a dream, scolding you... But, now, I want to tell you—"

The familiar female voice stopped, and seemed to be a little choked up.

"My son, is a true hero."

"..."

In the dream, there really is everything.

His mother was the one who opposed his "fantasy" the most.

"It's not that mom doesn't like heroes, nor does she object to your helping others, she just wants you to be well—"

The phone automatically hung up and stopped abruptly, only one last message was sent.

He sighed softly, trying to wake up, but suddenly realized something.

Turning on the phone, he stared blankly at the prenatal inspection report sent by his mother in the wechat group. According to the time, he will have a cute brother or sister in three months at most.

He didn't know if it was related to the attraction of opposites, but somehow he felt that this should be a cute little soft baby girl.

This should be a dream, but it is impossible for the cognition of the dream to exceed the cognition of the person.

In an instant, Xiuzhi...or the leader Zai who had completely woken up from his "dream" widened his eyes.

He doesn't know the format and various detailed data of the prenatal inspection report at all, which is beyond the knowledge of an ordinary liberal arts college student. He doesn't even know how big and thick the report is, and what items it contains, let alone the above. Various professional data in detail.

However, obviously, this is not the knowledge that the "leader Zai" can know.

His hand suddenly trembled a little.

The world suddenly shattered.

The Holy Grail is a wishing machine to realize dreams, and the Great Holy Grail can lead to the root of everything.

So, what is his dream?

The leader Zai, who woke up from his sleep, took out his mobile phone with difficulty, searched the information of the prenatal inspection report, and made a comparison with his amazing memory.

"This really...shocked me a lot! This time, I really should thank you very much."

As he said that, under some obsession that was difficult to get rid of, he subconsciously searched for the few exam questions that stumped him.

"It's hard not to remember the answer... It's terrible to be illiterate."

Now if I really go back, let alone whether I can adapt to finding a job, even graduation may be a problem, right?

This should have been distressing, but the leader Zai smiled.

Even if we can't see each other again, it's great to be able to hear the voice of important people again!and……

"Sister...Unfortunately, I can't see it anymore."

It must be a cute little girl.

……

A certain blue star, a certain middle-aged woman woke up from her sleep, and at the same time woke up her husband beside her.

Since the child left, this was not the first time, but this time, the woman had a rare smile on her face.

"I dreamed about that kid, and he said he saved the world."

"Then how did you answer?"

"I said, he's my son—my son, a true hero."

Although the little hero who saved others left his relatives with endless sorrow, they were indeed proud of him.

When sorting out the child's relics a while ago, they also found the previous composition, which was "My Ideal" - in which, Xiuzhi wrote it. He hopes to become a hero who saves others and protects everyone .

In fact, that kid did too.

"By the way, since it's confirmed that it's a girl, it's better not to call it 'Xiao Zhi'. Xiu Zhi said that it doesn't sound good, and the meaning of the poem is wrong."

"Really? That's right, that kid is studying literature after all..."

"Let's call it 'Qi Ping', 'Xiu Zhi Qi Ping'. In this way, we are an equal family."

This is a dream.

But maybe it wasn't an ordinary dream.

The pregnant mother touched her abdomen. She studied science and was a realist. She never believed in any sects or superstitions, and paid attention to science. However, this time, she wanted to be "superstitious".

"I hate ancient poems the most. That poem was pulled from the Internet to commemorate Xiuzhi, and there is no commentary for the unorthodox ones."

However, in her dream, she suddenly understood the meaning of those lines and heard the voice of the child.

So, just be superstitious for a while.

Perhaps, this is an area that no science has touched yet?

Thinking of this, the young pregnant woman softened her eyes.

That's great, that kid...has realized his dream, right?

It would be great if the final thoughts were well conveyed.

——Compared with you becoming a hero, mother hopes that you can live a healthy and happy life.

With that child's intelligence, he must be able to understand it, right?

Even in another world, that's it, Xiu Zhi.