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

Chapter 111 Ah Dai
Did I just fall asleep?
Why is it so dark in front of me?

Huo Yunche sat down under a silent and dark sky. There were no stars or sun, no mountains and valleys. There was only an oppressive and powerless sky in the darkness, and the remaining love between her newly opened eyes. A slightly confused face.

who am I?
where am I?
why am i here

Huo Yunche pursed his lips, put his hands on the ground and exerted slight force, stood up, and groped forward.

"Yun Xiaoche"

"Yun Xiaoche"

Is Yun Xiaoche calling me?

Huo Yunche pricked up his ears curiously and groped around to find the source of the sound.

I don’t know how long I walked before a glimmer of light appeared in front of my eyes.

Is it here?

Huo Yunche's somewhat hazy mind had a hint of clear hesitation, but she quickly put aside her thoughts of resistance and followed the desire in her heart, although she didn't know what she was longing for.

Without a trace of hesitation, she stepped out of the place shrouded in white light and walked unsteadily along the only bright line that ran through the darkness.

Some colors that seemed to fill the void in the world gradually appeared in the corridor. Although they were not strong, they did what it means to be charming and charming.

Greenery, grass, runway, and...
An old teaching building covered with thorns.

Is this a teaching building?
Huo Yunche's footsteps were stunned. What was the teaching building?

"Yun Xiaoche"

"Yun Xiaoche"

Before she could think about it, the voice that affected her mood came again. Huo Yunche shook off the messy thoughts that kept appearing in his mind. There was no ups and downs in his eyes, only the persistence for that voice.

She staggered into the teaching building that was filled with the heavy aroma of books. The long journey had exhausted her strength. She could only lean on the wall that was already covered with mottled cracks, swaying step by step. Push yourself forward.

"You know. War"

Here it is!
Huo Yunche's somewhat depressed eyes suddenly lit up. She stood in front of the door, smoothed her panting chest, and stumbled in with a single effort.

"Yun Xiaoche, Yun Xiaoche"

"Don't sleep, the teacher is calling you to answer a question."

The sleeping girl seemed to be awakened by the elbow that kept pressing on her. She opened her sleepy eyes, scratched her long hair that was a little messy and raised her head slowly.

"Snapped--"

The textbook that she had put up in front of the table to block her vision was flipped over by her head as she raised it, creating an extremely beautiful parabola, and was about to fall to the ground.

If this falls, will Old Li be able to roar like a lion from the east of the river?
Yun Xiaoche (returning to the name Yun Xiaoche in this story) was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He leaned forward slightly before realizing it, and quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the tail of the textbook, and dragged it back. .

The textbook that An Ran returned to his desk was clearly marked with the word "history".

"Yun Xiaoche!"

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a piece of chalk that was so short that she could hardly hold it accurately hit her head, which was still dangling just after she sat back on the stool.

"hiss--"

Lao Li's chalk bullet offensive is still so powerful.

Yun Xiaoche raised his head and showed an "apologetic" and "humble" flattering smile towards Lao Li on the podium. He picked up the piece of chalk that had fallen on the desk and bounced it a few times. He exerted a little force on his fingertips and clasped his hand. . "Snapped--"

The chalk was thrown back to its comfort zone in a skillful manner, but in a different direction, it continued to be dragged back to sleep peacefully by sleep.

"Yun Xiaoche, tell me what I just said?"

"Teacher Li, what you just talked about was the beginning of the war of aggression that led to the destruction of the last slave country before the founding of China."

Teacher Li's solemn eyebrows softened for a moment.

"Then tell me, what was the trigger for this battle?"

Is it a fuse?
Yun Xiaoche's eyes fell on the cover of the history book - a middle-aged man staring at the boiling sea water with a heavy face but no hesitation - his eyes could not help but be filled with awe and sigh.

The wind is slack and the water is cold, and the strong men never return.

At that time, Mr. Lin must have pursued his ambition with the idea of ​​success or failure, right?

"Teacher Li, you are selling cigarettes in Humen."

"That's right."

Teacher Li nodded slightly, her originally stern face relaxed, revealing a hidden smile of satisfaction, and then she solemnly and earnestly recounted the history that she had recounted countless times.

For some reason, Yun Xiaoche felt as if he had experienced this situation many years ago.

Maybe it’s an illusion that there are too many classes?

Yun Xiaoche laughed and shook her head. She raised her right hand to support her little head. Although her eyes were not focused, they were not distracted at all. She eagerly accepted the part of history that she didn't know. The doubts that flashed through her mind disappeared for a moment. She had already forgotten it.

"Jingle Bell--"

The get out of class bell rang on time.

"Yun Xiaoche!"

"Why did you fall asleep just now?"

The girls at the same table sounded worried.

Yun Xiaoche, who was lowering her head to tidy up, turned her head in confusion. She remembered that she didn't seem to have a deskmate.
"A'A'ai"

Yun Xiaoche's brows were filled with surprise, and the history book she was holding tightly in her hands was slightly deformed. She raised her eyes in panic and looked around, but was shocked to find that the classroom that was originally noisy was now But it was full of silence, and the faces of the classmates around her were gradually blurring, gradually taking on the shape of a mosaic, like passers-by that had lost their color, motionless. Only the one she locked eyes on was slightly alive. feeling.

Weird!

Yun Xiaoche looked away in panic.

But it made her full of nostalgia.

This is Ah Dai.
Yun Xiaoche reached out and gently wiped the history book tightly in Fan's hand, and carefully placed it on the desk. A gust of breeze came, and the pages of the book flew around, and suddenly stopped on the page with the same illustration as the cover. .

Yun Xiaoche didn't have time to care about this. She turned around and pounced, hugging the girl in front of her who had been with her for who knows how many years but lost her vitality overnight. Her eyes were full of water. Choked.

"Ah Dai, I miss you so much."

Ah Dai was startled, with a slight frown between his brows and eyes, covering up the complicated distress shown at that moment. He smiled lightly and raised his hand to gently caress Yun Xiaoche's back, soothing the girl's somewhat broken emotions.

"Ah Dai has been looking at our little Yun Che~"

Xiao Yunche.
Yun Xiaoche's body stiffened slightly. Didn't Ah Dai always call her Yun Xiaoche or Xiao Cheche or Chebao? Why did he suddenly call her Xiao Yunche? Why was this title so familiar? It was so familiar to her heart. They all have a slight throbbing pain.
(End of this chapter)