The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

It was as if the soul was floating in a silent space.

Yu Zhuo's vision was blank, and suddenly, bright red blood filled the entire field of vision.

The shadowy figure fell down in front of him, and the face that could not be seen was covered with blood.

"If you didn't show up, she wouldn't die."

"what--!"

The mechanical sound echoed in his ears, and Yu Zhuo's body seemed to be kneeling down, wailing endlessly.

Facing the situation in front of him, he was very inexplicable.

But the wailing sound infected his mind, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He saw his body get farther and farther, following the fallen figure.

"I was wrong..." The man's voice was very similar to his, but distinctly different.

What exactly are you doing wrong?

Why did that person die?

The chaotic thoughts were numb, Yu Zhuo woke up suddenly, and found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom, sweating profusely.

He sat up tiredly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Yu Zhuo? You haven't slept yet." Ren Ze was fiddling with the small light on the desk, when he saw his figure appearing on the curtain, he asked.

Yu Zhuo felt his beating heart, and his stomach felt uncomfortable.

He opened the curtain to breathe, "Ren Ze, have you ever had a precognition dream?"

Ren Ze did not perfunctory, but replied seriously: "According to science, people will have this kind of dream in subconscious sleep, but basically they will forget it when they wake up. What did you dream about?"

After a short silence, Yu Zhuo asked again, "Then, have you ever dreamed about the dream of your past life?"

He is just a guess, not sure yet, it is also possible that the dream is fake, but the brain is running the plot.

Ren Ze stopped moving his hands, frowned slightly, "Probably...did it, it's weird, but dreams are just dreams, I don't remember much."

From the looks of it, it should have been done.

Yu Zhuo pressed his forehead, and he couldn't hear Ren Ze's voice, probably because he was too tired.

"I continued to sleep." Yu Zhuo lay down and said, "You also rest early."

When I opened my eyes again, it was morning.

This time he didn't have any strange dreams.

However, after waking up, he couldn't hear the voices of everyone around him.

Finally returning to the daily life before high school, Yu Zhuo was still a little unaccustomed to it.

This ability came and disappeared suddenly.

"Yu Zhuo, why do you always like to be in a daze recently? Is it the time of puberty?" The roommate still had time to joke with him in class.

"That classmate, get up and answer the question." So the roommate was named.

Yu Zhuo looked at the teacher on the stage, his eyes flickered, and then again, the person standing there was Ling Qingxuan.

"Is this class from Teacher Ling?" Yu Zhuo asked to the side, but found that his deskmate had changed.

That person was Wang Yan, and on his desk was the books from Ling Qingxuan's class.

On the open notebook, the handwriting was drawn one stroke at a time, much like the fonts printed by a computer.

Yu Zhuo's tone was slightly startled, "Wang Yan?"

Wang Yanxuan glanced at him, still with the unintelligible look in his eyes, "You look surprised."

Yu Zhuo was of course surprised, next to him should be his roommate, why did he change someone at once.

And Wang Zhe he...

"Didn't you have this class?"

Wang Yan: "Changed."

Yu Zhuo's doubts deepened, and with the bell ringing, Wang Yan quickly packed up his things, hurried up, and walked to Ling Qingxuan's side.

As soon as Yu Zhuo saw it, he went over immediately.

The day before yesterday or yesterday, Teacher Ling said that she didn't like being followed by Wang Yan.

Wang Yan has even changed classes now.

Yu Zhuo was beating a drum in his heart, but when he just passed by, he saw Wang Yan took Ling Qingxuan's hand and pulled her out.

His heart was pulled, Yu Zhuo rubbed his heart and quickly followed.

In the stairwell of the safe passage, Yu Zhuo stood outside the door, listening to the conversation inside.

Wang Yan: "Mr. Ling, I like you, let's be together."

Why is this sentence again, Yu Zhuo has a headache.

Aya-sensei would definitely refuse, after all, she doesn't like...

"Okay." The cold voice answered affirmatively.

Yu Zhuo's heart sank, and he pushed open the door unconsciously.

The action of the two hugging together completely broke the layer of protection in his heart, "Mr. Ling!"

He stepped forward and was about to touch Ling Qingxuan when Wang Yan took Ling Qingxuan to the corner and turned away from his movements.

"Student Yu, what do you want to do?" Wang Yan asked.

"I..." Yu Zhuo panicked, the boy's eyes were full of bewilderment, "Mr. Ling, didn't you say you don't like him?"

"I lied to you." Ling Qingxuan was hugged by Wang Yan, and her tone was accusatory, "You lied to me too, didn't you? It's even."

"Wang Yan shares my interests and likes me very much. Isn't it normal for us to be together?"

Her words were like pebbles hitting the calm lake that Yu Zhuo was trying to hide, and the waves were about to form waves.

"No, no." Yu Zhuo didn't know what he was talking about, but he didn't want to see such a scene.

"Why not?" Ling Qingxuan said sharply, "What's your relationship with me, take care of my private affairs."

It's just a teacher-student relationship, I really don't have the right to take care of her private affairs, but...

Yu Zhuo couldn't even feel his own breath.

My wrist also hurts.

wrist?

He looked down unconsciously and saw a red string looming over his smooth wrist.

In an instant, the picture in front of him was shattered like a mirror, and the world became pitch black.

Yu Zhuo stood blankly in the dark center, feeling the red rope on his wrist.

what is going on?

The red rope glowed brightly, and Yu Zhuo's consciousness was also blurred.

...

"Yu Zhuo?"

"Yu Zhuo?"

Someone was calling his name with worry in his voice.

With one hand clenched, Yu Zhuo opened his eyes, his vision gradually became clearer, and a girl with dark eyebrows appeared in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's wrist, and the red rope dazzled in front of him.

"Aya... teacher?"

Yu Zhuo sat up and looked around. This is the psychological counseling room. After he and Ling Qingxuan came in, they read a lot of books, and then he fell asleep?

That said, it was just a dream.

dream in a dream...

"Yu Zhuo?" Ling Qingxuan shook his hand.

Yu Zhuo let go, and because of his strength just now, there was a mark on Ling Qingxuan's fair wrist.

Yu Zhuo's fist pressed his forehead, "I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare."

Ling Qingxuan frowned slightly, it didn't seem like a normal nightmare, she couldn't wake up no matter what she called.

Yu Zhuo's eyes stopped on the red rope on her wrist again.

Would he continue to suffer in the dream if the red rope hadn't appeared?

After a long silence, Yu Zhuo spoke slowly, "Mr. Ling, I dreamed that you and Wang Yan were together."

"You guys are still hugging each other."

He didn't even notice the grievance in his tone.

Just after speaking, the girl approached and asked solemnly, "How did you hold it?"

"Just..." Yu Zhuo opened his hand and demonstrated, "I hug like this."

"Is that so?" Ling Qingxuan gave her a hug.

The unique fragrance of girls kept teasing every nerve, easily making Yu Zhuo dumbfounded.