Fast time travel: He made up for his mistakes in the plane

That year, I was admitted to the best high school in our county, and I was really happy.

My family's conditions are not good, so studying is my only way out.

The day I got the notice, I lay in bed and looked at the twinkling stars in the cracks of the tiles. I thought, I must study hard and wait three years to get into a good university and find a good job.

It's just that I thought of everything, but I didn't expect...

I had never been to Sangao before, and I couldn't afford the three-and-a-half yuan fare from town.

Of course, I had no chance to go to the county seat.

When I stood outside the gate of Sangao for the first time, I was impressed by its grandeur.

The three high buildings are built on a slope.

A wide road leads directly to the school, with various shops on both sides of the road.

Entering the gate is a long stone staircase leading to the teaching building, and on the side is a road leading to the laboratory building.

There are many trees.

It grows extremely tall and lush.

Even in the hot summer, there is still a sense of splendor.

I didn't think much about it at the time, I just felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to get out of the way.

My dormitory is boys dormitory 302.
Yeah, there aren't those special numbers.

I was very lucky for a time.

My roommates are about the same age as me, and they are all living together for the first time away from home. After the initial novelty, some small contradictions in life began to show up.

Either he forgot to mop the floor on duty, or he forgot to fold the quilt when he got up, which resulted in deduction of points in the dormitory, or he talked at night and disturbed others' rest, or, so and so, so and so used whose washing powder...

It's all little things.

Little things.

I don't understand how they made the atmosphere in the dormitory so bad because of something completely unworthy of mentioning.

Everyone is eccentric.

Sometimes no one even said a word for a day.

To be honest, the thought of going back to my dormitory makes me irritated, and my heart is heavier than visiting the grave. I even want to find a teacher to change my dormitory.

If I had found a different teacher at that time, I guess nothing would have happened later.

Our school has bedtime checks at night.

That day, I went back to the dormitory after evening self-study.

I am sick.

Brain dizzy.

I wanted to wash up early, take some cold medicine and rest.

As a result, they started arguing again for some reason.

It seemed like one person kicked another person's chair. I don't know. Anyway, it was quite violent.

I'm just... I'm really annoyed.

My head hurts.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

The dormitory door opened from the outside, and a familiar-looking senior stood outside. He stretched his head curiously and looked inside.

I asked him what happened.

He looked away and said that the classmate he was checking bed with had something to do and couldn't come today, and asked me if I had time to help him.

It also said there were credits.

I looked at the noisy dormitory and really didn't want to stay for a moment, so I agreed without any hesitation.

Wear shoes when going out.

I closed the door and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At ten forty, lights out in the dormitory.

Our task is to patrol each floor and knock on the door when there is noise in any dormitory.

The corridor is very dark.

The green safety warning sign glows green.

The senior held a flashlight, and the small aperture shone in front of us, unable to illuminate the darkness in front of us.

The corridors are very long.

The front was swallowed by darkness, but it was not completely dark. I always felt like there was something hidden in the darkness.

There was only the sound of our slight footsteps in the quiet space.

The senior didn't speak.

I do not have either.

Maybe it was because it was my first time doing something like this, so I didn’t feel scared and was very excited inside.

After checking, go to bed.

I went back to the dormitory.

The roommates are already asleep.

I gently touched my bed, covered myself with a quilt and fell asleep.This whole week, I have been looking forward to the seniors looking for me again.

until Friday night.

That night, all my classmates went home, and I was the only one in the dormitory. I was lying on the bed, reading a book.

As the lights were about to go out, there was a knock on the door.

My heart skipped a beat.

When he realized what he was doing, he jumped out of bed.

I asked as I opened the door. The senior student outside the door smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, go check your bed."

Of course I agreed.

There are very few people staying in school on weekends. In the past, you could hear voices coming from the dormitory when walking in the corridor, but tonight you can only hear our footsteps.

The sound was extremely loud.

I suddenly felt a sense of irritability and restlessness.

After checking the entire boys' dormitory, the senior stopped me as I was about to go back to bed, saying that I hadn't finished yet tonight.

I was dumbfounded.

But he pulled me to the gate of Sangao.

There were people waiting at the door. I had never seen them, but I guessed they were teachers from the school. They were standing on both sides of the door.

The senior and I stood behind them, as if to welcome something.

Soon, I knew what I was doing.

The door opened to a two-meter wide passage, and a group of students slowly walked in from the outside. They were wearing blue and white striped school uniforms with white faces. They were led by the teacher and passed in front of us one by one.

The senior quickly lowered his head.

He also pulled down my sleeves, and I quickly learned to lower my head.

But I could feel everyone who walked past me looking at me.

I couldn't help but raise my head.

He was faced with a pale, smiling face.

He looked like a man or a woman.

Or maybe I was just confused and panicked, and didn't even notice what he looked like.

I just remember that his eyes were gray.

The veins on his face bulged and became ferocious, and his split mouth looked like a black hole.

There was a strong stench in his nose.

"Bow your head!"

The arm was pulled sharply.

I did it subconsciously.

With my lowered eyes, I could clearly see the feet that stopped in front of me and left after a few seconds.

I don't know what happened, it felt like a piece of paste had been stuffed into my brain.

The stench smelled stronger and stronger. The smell was very familiar. It took me a long time to think about it. It was the smell of rotten pork that had been left for a long time.

But there was no rotting meat in front of me, just a group of students lining up to enter the school at midnight.

They walked slowly past me, with pale faces and slow movements. Step by step, they slowly climbed up the slope leading to the laboratory building and disappeared into the night.

I couldn't help but be curious.

At that time, I didn't think of anything else, I just felt strange. Driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but raise my head.

There is no moon in the sky.

Under the dim light of the street lights, they stepped into the school gate one by one.

The teacher in a suit and skirt led the way, and the teachers standing on both sides had expressionless faces. In absolute silence, everything went on in an orderly manner.

Yes.

in order.

And I am the only one who is disordered.

Two students with pale faces rushed toward me rudely, and the rancid smell emanating from their bodies made me frown.

The stench around him became stronger and stronger.

I can't breathe.

The senior stepped on me hard.

I quickly lowered my head.

They leave.

I can’t remember how I got back to the dormitory after that.

My mind was in a state of confusion.

Those 'school uniforms', those smells...

Just thought I had a nightmare.

But is it really a dream?