hsntnovel Chapter 371 All things are born
Chapter 371 All things are born
March 6, 2027, the day of Jingzhe (Awakening of Insects), when all things come to life.
The moment Jiang Xingni opened her eyes, she was dazzled by the sunlight. She frowned and reached out to the bedside. She checked her phone and saw that it was 7:30 in the morning.
Jiang Xingni sat up abruptly and quickly changed her clothes, as she still had to catch the 8 a.m. train this morning.
During the washing up process, Jiang Xingni felt as if she had forgotten something important—but what was it? She couldn't remember.
Is this what they call that feeling of having a vague sense that deadlines are chasing me, that I haven't done my homework, or that an exam is waiting for me? It's terrifying.
After racking his brains, Jiang Xingni couldn't recall what he had forgotten. He opened his notes app and found that all the deadlines had been met, and there were no new tasks.
In the end, Jiang Xingni could only conclude that it was all his imagination, probably from playing on his phone before going to bed last night.
She noted down her unusual behavior and then continued her daily routine of arriving at 8 a.m.
—The system didn't expect there to be such a big time difference between the real world and the comics.
What she didn't expect was that Jiang Xingni had lost her memory as soon as she returned, and couldn't even hear her own voice.
【Stars? Stars?】The system wailed desperately in Jiang Xingni's ear. 【Stars? Jiang Xingni! What are we going to do if you can't hear us?!】
Good news! After resolving the issues with the comics and the script, Jiang Xingni has successfully returned to the comics.
Bad news: It seems like several years have passed since Jiang Xingni's last death. Not only has Jiang Xingni lost his superpowers, but he's also lost his memories!
Jiang Xingni was completely oblivious to the system's despairing cries beside her. She didn't stay in the dormitory—although Jiang Xingni herself had forgotten why she didn't want to stay in the dormitory. Maybe it was because she had never wanted to interact with people? But Jiang Xingni felt that she was a fairly outgoing person and not a particularly withdrawn one—instead, she rented a place on her own.
As soon as she opened the door, she could smell the aroma of breakfast wafting from next door. Jiang Xing sighed, thinking that she should definitely buy a pot and cook at home herself. It should be more economical than it is now.
Jiang Xingni was uncertain.
[It's over.] The system felt utterly disheartened.
It scanned the surrounding scenery, resided in Jiang Xingni's mind, and followed Jiang Xingni to buy breakfast at the community canteen at the bottom of the building, and then hurriedly rushed to the teaching building.
Today's first lesson is about "Responding to Strange Things and Emergency Protection".
This is a new general education course that the university has introduced in recent years. It is said to be designed to address the recent public outcry about supernatural beings and people with special abilities.
Of course, people with superpowers don't need to learn these things, nor do they attend such universities. Instead, they are directly recruited by superpower academies and related organizations, and are guaranteed job placement after graduation. This is much better than the hard work of ordinary people like them who have to study for postgraduate entrance exams, civil service exams, and job hunting.
Jiang Xingni opened the book and listened to the teacher in the front row. For some reason, she felt as if she had already learned this knowledge once. Listening to the lecture made her feel so sleepy and hypnotic.
Could it be that previewing something once could have such an effect? Jiang Xingni clearly remembered that the things she previewed before wouldn't make her feel sleepy as soon as she listened to them.
It was as if she wasn't learning new knowledge, but rather like a college student listening to a primary school lesson about 1+1=2.
Jiang Xingni was not asleep because she was very clear-headed, and her usual grades, academic performance, and scholarships kept flashing before her eyes, hanging in front of her.
This is the capital city.
The system can determine this.
This university... The system searched for relevant information online and finally confirmed that this was the university Jiang Xingni had been recommended to before. It's hard to understand how this comic could make sense of itself, that even after Jiang Xingni had turned into a box of ashes, he could still get into a university.
Let's make this child's dream of going to university come true.
Capital University, one of the top 2 universities in the country—it's not the top 1 because the neighboring university was also vying for that title. Neither could win, so they finally reached a consensus to combine into the top 2.
As luck would have it, Taixu Academy is also in the capital. If they are all in the same city, it shouldn't be too difficult for Jiang Xingni and Xiao Jiming to meet, right?
By the time Jiang Xingni meets the main characters, he should be able to regain his memories...
The system's train of thought suddenly stopped there, as it suddenly had an idea.
But why would Jiang Xingni need to regain his memories?
She won't die now; she's not destined to be sacrificed by the writers as cannon fodder or a background character unless she becomes the most popular character.
The path she is now on is one that Jiang Xingni herself chose—aside from amnesia, everything from going to university to attending classes is a destiny chosen by Jiang Xingni.
She could have continued down this path without knowing anything, without even facing the protagonist group's questioning or having to answer questions like, "Why were you resurrected? Did you already know this world was a comic book? If the world is just a comic book, then what are we to you?"
Because she has amnesia, those people from the past can no longer bother her with those old stories and relationships.
After thinking it over, the system suddenly realized that it had overlooked the 99+ messages Pei Zhaoye had sent over such a long period of time.
At first, they would send one message every day, asking right on time if I was still alive.
Later, as hope faded, the number of messages sent to the system decreased from once a day to once a week, then once a month, and finally not even once every six months.
The last message sent to the system was three months ago.
"If that's the case," the system thought. "Then it's perfectly reasonable for it not to reply to messages and ignore these things. Anyway, so much time has passed, and it's not Pei Zhaoye's system; there's no obligation for it to reply to Pei Zhaoye's messages!"
Jiang Xingni was half asleep, taking notes when she suddenly noticed the man next to her pushing a note towards her.
I can take notes for you; my handwriting is pretty neat ^ ^. You should get some sleep; you don't look like you've had much rest.
Jiang Xingni turned her head and her gaze met a pair of gentle and calm red eyes.
Jiang Xingni: ...
Jiang Xingni, who was originally sleepy, was half awakened when he saw the face of the person next to him.
Something seems off.
As far as I can remember, no one in her class was this trendy, with silver hair and colored contact lenses!