EBE Chapter 275
Chapter 275
After this experience, Ni Yangzhou's mood was not as bright as before.
Anyone who shakes his head and then faces troubles that require money to pay for them probably won't be very happy.
Not long after he walked out, Ni Yangzhou ran into Pan Wu.
The tall man had a face full of bitterness and resentment, and looked even more dejected than the man who was about to lose money.
"Old Ni, here's your phone."
"Thanks, I forgot to take it and was planning to go back. Why do you look unwell?"
Pan Wu found a seat and sat down, put his basketball aside, tilted his head back and rested it on the hard chair back.
"Well, I wanted to take a nap at noon, but it turned out that I was worse off than not taking any. I felt dizzy."
Ni Yangzhou looked carefully at his roommate's face in the sunlight. He looked a little tired, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not had a good rest for a long time.
"After the game, I'll go home and have a good sleep during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Pan Wu rubbed his brow with his hand and nodded slowly.
"Old Ni, are you confident about the Sports Institute this afternoon?"
Ni Yangzhou smiled and shook his head, "No."
Pan Wu didn't open his eyes, letting the sunlight shine on his eyelids: "That's right, after all, they are professionals, and they still have time to practice cooperation."
One of them was standing and the other was sitting. The one standing was slender and neat, while the one sitting was tall and strong. Several girls walked past and looked back secretly several times.
On the third-floor stands, the bald teacher was saying something. The person in the wheelchair was silent, with his eyelashes drooping, his eyes only fixed on the tall figure.
The limited edition well-maintained basketball was about to roll to the ground as the wind blew through the hallway. It was picked up by Ni Yangzhou, and Pan Wu cheered up and jumped up.
"Shall we practice for a while longer?"
Ni Yangzhou nodded and waved his phone: "Call someone over, let's go together."
Sharpen your sword before battle, even if it's not bright, it will shine.
After a few games, the improvement in the cooperation of the men's basketball team of the College of Arts was obvious to all. Unfortunately, they were unlucky and faced the team of the College of Physical Education. In the end, Ni Yangzhou was soaked as if he had been fished out of the water. Pan Wu almost couldn't hold back his temper and wanted to fight with the opponent. It was Ni Yangzhou who rushed over and hugged him to avoid a live broadcast of the fight.
Winning or losing is really not important, don't get punished for participating in the competition.
As expected, the College of Arts lost in the end and had no chance to enter the finals, and was eliminated in the semi-finals. The instructor who had been cheering them on was very happy. It had been many years since the College of Arts had such a good result, and was happy to give them a holiday in advance, saying that those who wanted to go home in the city could leave without waiting for the award ceremony.
Ni Yangzhou was happy to have some free time, so he asked for leave, said goodbye to his teammates, and then, holding his basketball, he crouched down and slipped out of the playground.
Pan Wujia is also in this city, but he plans to stay and watch the top three games, under the pretext of preparing for the next game.
The young man wanted to go back to the dormitory to pack his things, but then he felt that there was nothing to take. The only things he had to take were a laptop and a digital tablet. These two items should have arrived at the mall by now, so he could just go and pick them up.
Ni Yangzhou thought about it and walked all the way to the school gate. The wide boulevard inside the school was filled with students coming and going. They had different expressions, but most of them were relaxed and happy. It was late summer and early autumn, and the wind was cool. It was a good time of the year.
There were some vendors setting up stalls at the school gate, standing closely together in a large area. Ni Yangzhou walked around for a long time and finally walked out of the circle of food with a basketball on his shoulder. There were shared bicycles diagonally across the road. The young man waited for a few seconds for the red light, and finally saw the flashing traffic light turn green. He was about to leave, but suddenly he noticed that the mobile phone in his trouser pocket was "buzzing".
Just as he put his hand into his pocket, a strong wind whistled past, accompanied by the sharp friction sound of sudden brakes, the young man's bangs were blown up, and an out-of-control truck slammed into the silver-white guardrail with sharp points, and the screams of the crowd echoed like waves.
Ni Yangzhou's pupils dilated, and he originally wanted to rush over to save people, but suddenly, for some unknown reason, he continued his previous action - he took out the mobile phone from his pocket. A string of unfamiliar numbers flashed on the screen, and the two-colored buttons for answering and hanging up were floating like people breathing.
The sunlight was shining like a golden spotlight on the boiling accident scene. The speed of the crowd was like a slow-motion movie. The small old man's electric bike that was in no hurry to dodge behind suddenly twisted the handlebars. The driver in the car screamed in panic to get out of the way. The young man had no time to think and backed away quickly, but was squeezed to the right by the people behind him and his head hit the curb.
Ni Yangzhou's head fell heavily to the ground, his cheek touching the slightly warm asphalt. The basketball that was originally hung around his waist was thrown away. The figures on the ground were panicked and noisy. The basketball that his mother gave him bounced high on the road a few times, rolled away, and finally slowly stopped.
A second before he fell into coma, Ni Yangzhou thought:
I am so lucky.
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"Lucky lucky lucky lucky bullshit!"
Ni Yangzhou covered his head, feeling dizzy and wanting to vomit. He was furious and felt the world spinning. The pale white light in the hospital made him feel as if he had been disinfected from the inside out. All his memories were mixed together into a big mess, but on the surface, they seemed to be in perfect order, neither more nor less.
Donkey dung eggs have a smooth surface.
What’s the use of light!
Ni Yangzhou now wanted to jump up and run, howl, twist, split, and crawl in the dark. The experiences of several worlds allowed him to maintain superficial composure even in such a crazy situation.
After a long time, the familiar electronic sound finally came into Ni Yangzhou's mind smoothly again. 103 opened his mouth cautiously, like a young wife who was timid about returning home:
[Host... have you remembered? ]
The young man's expression changed several times, and finally he gave up all the almost crazy thoughts in his mind, and fell on the bed with a "bang" as if he had given up on himself.
The concussion had not yet fully healed, and this made the young man see stars. It was also because of this that Ni Yangzhou finally calmed down a little, and spoke with trembling lips:
"Third brother, what did you say?"
"Are you remembering the tasks I completed in the first three worlds, or Qi Yi in the fourth world?"
"Did I remember that the linear progression of my entry into the mission world was off? Or should I have realized that the world I thought was the real world might actually just be a puzzle to be solved in the North's illusion?
Or...is this just an absurd novel with a bad ending?"
The young man opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. His gaze fell on the white ceiling, but he seemed to see an endless white vortex:
"——In which world am I the real me?"