I have a cos system

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It was sunny on September 19, 2243 in the Chinese calendar.

The afternoon sun makes people feel lazy, and the autumn wind is mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

There are many sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the campus of Tongcheng No. 2 Middle School. You can smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus every admission season, and the opening ceremony speech of each new school year is always accompanied by the phrase "fragrance of sweet osmanthus" as a companion to "the refreshing golden autumn". .

"So, this is called Lianzi."

Chinese teacher Fu Fang walked down from the podium. The sound of heels tapping on the floor woke many people from their drowsiness.

And the next sentence is even more refreshing.

"Next, I will select a few people to make sentences, and everyone will try to extract a word into the sentence and refine the words."

She put her hands behind her back, and her height of 165 seemed to have doubled at this time, possessing the oppressive power of a demon.

Looking over, all the students lowered their heads and looked at the Chinese textbook intently, as if the portrait of the poet saint on it could do a backflip.

So under such circumstances, Fu Fang immediately saw the boy in the back row who was looking out the window in a daze. The rhythm of his heels tapping the ground accelerated and he locked the target.

But the boys didn't notice it, and many of the students' expressions became exciting.

Someone is going to suffer~

Snapped

The rolled textbook hit the table, calling back the boy's soul.

"Qiao Ji, get up and make a sentence."

Class 3, Grade 1, second to last row by the window. This location is the VIP sunny scenic spot in the classroom.

If you choose seats based on force, this is definitely a battleground for military strategists, which is about half of Xuzhou.

The boy stood up. He was as tall as the teacher. He had short, refreshing hair, was thin, and fair. He was an ordinary and beautiful boy.

Qiao Ji looked a little confused after standing up, obviously not knowing what the problem was.

So, he closed his eyes.

At that moment, everything in the outside world was fading away, time slowed down, and infinitely came to a standstill.

At the same time, his consciousness entered his memory space.

In the space of memory, there are countless broken pictures, interpreting the past, flying like snowflakes, and like reed flowers, drifting with the wind of thoughts.

Qiao Ji appeared in his memory, waved his hand, and all the memory fragments turned into tornadoes and danced wildly, gathering like soldiers obeying orders, and condensed into two books, recording all his memories in detail.

One for the past life and one for the present life.

The one on the left has a cheerful young man’s profile picture on the cover, and a line of numbers below it: ‘1996.04.28-2022.12.23’

The one on the right has Qiao Ji's profile picture on the cover, and there are also numbers below: '2227.09.20-2243.09.19'.

He opened the book on the right, which was marked with the year, month and day. He turned directly to the end and found today, September 19th.

In fact, the timelines of his two lifetimes were almost the same, except that the calendar of this lifetime was calculated from the first year when the First Emperor became emperor.

After the book was opened, he stretched out his hand and pulled the progress bar to the end. The pictures on the pages began to move. When he clicked on it, a sound came out.

In the picture, there is the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the playground that the eyes sweep across, the PE teacher blowing the whistle, the male high school student teasing his classmates, and the girl stretching her waist.

The voice was the voice of Chinese teacher Fu Fang's lecture just now.

His memory faithfully records everything perceived by the physical device of the body.

Although his attention was completely outside the window at the time, and he was even wandering in the world, not in the classroom at all, but as long as he played it back, he could still play back the sound information he received at that time.

Qiao Ji listened to the audio again carefully and understood what the teacher asked.

…

Qiao Ji opened his eyes.

He already knew the question, so he answered: "After you left, the summer turned into an autumn."

He almost started singing.

Fu Fang raised her eyebrows slightly, "Sit down and listen to the lecture carefully."

Qiao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to show that he understood, and then sat down.

Fortunately, this gentle Chinese teacher, a recently graduated college student, said at the beginning of the semester that he wanted to be friends with everyone and was not harsh.

At that moment, many sentences flashed through his mind, but most of them were classics and could not be copied.

At least not on this occasion.

But Qiao Ji also started staring at the Chinese textbook instead of looking out the window.

Qiao Ji has read the Chinese textbook three times since it was distributed, and the number of flips he has read is second only to the history textbook.

He didn't have anything good to say about this poet surnamed Liu. Anyway, he was also a big shot.

The wheel of the times rolls forward, and the ruts of history are nothing more than the same.

The historical trajectories of the two worlds are basically the same, but the details are completely different.

For example, this poet who is not named Du is also concerned about the country and the people, and he is also a fan of poetry.

Occasionally, you can see familiar things, such as idioms, similar allusions, etc.

For Qiao Ji, who has a fairly good receptive ability, such a change in world background is nothing. At most, it is a parallel world. In his opinion, it is not much different from his previous life.

The only big difference is that this world also has a superpower MOD.

There are people with special powers such as the 'Fire Breathing Baby', 'Flying Baby', 'Three-Eyed Baby' and 'Electricity Girl'.

There are even demons and ghosts that have become spirits.

And Qiao Ji didn't even know if he had powers.

I have an excellent memory, can this be considered a superpower?

Even if it is, super memory or something, it doesn't sound very cool, it might as well be able to breathe fire.

His memories are all stored and can be accessed at any time. When accessing the memory, the time in the outside world seems to have stopped, and he can think slowly.

This is probably the biggest advantage of this ability.

Of course, there is a drawback.

"The word "毇" is used well, but the sentence could be changed. How?"

The Chinese teacher's gaze made the students lower their heads again, not daring to look directly, so she could only answer by herself, "How about the hard work and sweat that will transform the hot summer?"

Still no one answered.

"Endure a golden autumn of harvest."

Wow, this is such a correct change.

It should be croaking, croaking, croaking, but the classmates are all unreasonable.

Gu~

Qiao Ji's Five Zang Temple is applying for sacrifices, and he is hungry.

This is the disadvantage. Every time he activates his power, he gets hungry very quickly. When he was doing morning reading a few days ago, he stayed in the memory space for a while and watched a movie from his previous life.

It's a group of geese at the foot of that mountain.

As a result, after activating the ability, he fainted directly.

The doctor at the school clinic said he had hypoglycemia and told him to eat well, especially breakfast.

Maybe the doctor in the infirmary thinks that skipping breakfast is a very common problem among young people. He must have seen many such patients.

From then on, Qiao Ji didn't stay in the memory space for too long. He found everything he needed to find quickly and no longer used the memory space as a private theater to avoid another accident.

After the Chinese class was over, Qiao Ji went to the school canteen and finished a piece of bread in three mouthfuls.

Putting some food in my stomach makes me feel better.

When he came back, Qiao Ji saw the male students in his class playing a game called sun railing.

It means squeezing one by one, sticking them back and forth, squeezing the unlucky guy inside, and then doing some strange actions of unknown meaning.

Some of the boring actions were quite indecent, but everyone involved enjoyed them and didn't think there was anything wrong with them.

Tsk~

Qiao Ji walked over in disgust, returned to his seat, stuffed a candy in his mouth, and then took out a novel from his bag to read.

He wouldn't play with these little brats.

If you have time, why not read novels and comics.

After all, he has never seen many classic works in this world. There is no need to go around looking for seedlings that have not yet become popular like he did in his previous life.

This feeling of treasures everywhere is really great, you can enjoy it.

After school is over, I can go home and watch movies, TV series, and various high-quality games. This is a happy little life.

Qiao Ji stood against the wall, his posture upright.

After sitting for too long in class, you also need to move, and as teenagers, it’s good to get some sunshine.

"Qiao Ji, you are watching the Magic Eye Detective series."

The female classmate at the same table suddenly spoke, her voice soft and weak, as if she was afraid of scaring someone.

Qiao Ji turned over a page and replied: "I borrowed it from the library. I just started reading it."

The girl at the same table is named He Ling. Like Qiao Ji, she is a person with a relatively low sense of presence in the class.

She doesn't have any close friends, unlike other girls who live in small groups. This is the same as Qiao Ji.

He Ling also just came back from outside. She first took a paper towel from the desk and wiped the water on her hands, then lifted the side of the book and looked at the cover, "Is this the third volume?"

"Well, I didn't see one and two in the library."

This series seemed to be quite popular, so Qiao Ji saw it in the library and borrowed it.

It's just that maybe because of its popularity, the first and second parts were not available. It must have been borrowed by others, so he could only borrow the third part.

Qiao Ji answered without turning his head, immersed in the excitement of the novel.

He Ling sat down, took out her phone and played with it for a while, then couldn't help but look at Qiao Ji.

The sun was soft and bright, and the handsome young man was standing by the window reading a book. His serious profile seemed to be coated with a faint white light, and the down on his cheeks was now fully visible.

The words were reflected in his eyes, his expression was focused, and he only blinked when he turned the page. At that time, his eyelashes trembled and they could be counted, and time flowed away from there unknowingly.

How could a boy have such beautiful eyelashes? He Ling's cheeks glowed and she quietly pointed her phone at Qiao Ji.

click

The sound of the shutter was so frightening that He Ling instantly hid her phone behind her back, like a child who made a mistake.

Isn't it on vibrate mode? Why does the camera still have sound?

"Um?"

Qiao Ji heard the sound.

After all, it was quite strange to hear that kind of sound in the classroom. He looked at He Ling, who became more and more nervous.

"Um... do you want me to tell you who the murderer is?"

She hesitated to speak.

Qiao Ji:?

Have I offended you in any way?

He crossed his hands in front of his chest in a 'Dama' pose.

"don't want!"

"Hahaha." She laughed three times, "I'm just teasing you. I have a complete set of Magic Eye Detective at home. If you want to watch it, I will bring you the first one tomorrow."

"Thanks."

This is naturally excellent, after all, I don’t know when the library will be able to borrow it.

"Would you like some candy?" Qiao Ji took out a few candies from his pocket.

They were the kind of fruit hard candies that are very common in supermarkets. Ever since he fainted due to hypoglycemia while watching a movie using his powers, he always kept a few of them with him.

He Ling stretched out one hand, while the other hand was still holding the phone and hiding it behind her back. She was so nervous that she was almost sweating.

"Is it strawberry flavored?"

"There doesn't seem to be any, only apple and orange flavors." Qiao Ji rummaged through a handful of sugar, "Well, there's also lychee flavor."

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