But at this moment, the Blood Knight was still saying: "Young man, you are so mean to me. I'm careless. Don't call the police. What are you going to learn? I'm recently studying how to bind a prisoner with a tortoise shell..."

"Ha!! I share the story I just made up, do you really believe it?"

Fu Qingjun typed out a row of words, and then directly blocked the three masters who had taught him for seventeen years.

???

The three of them looked confused and were shocked to find that they were blocked directly.

But Fu Qingjun just had a thought:

They can't find their own affairs.

If you are still in the cycle of reincarnation and read the file every day and don’t know yourself tomorrow, then it will be up to you to talk about it, but now it’s different...

"I can go out alive now, once I'm discovered, I will definitely be caught and disassembled."

Fu Qingjun directly shut down the Internet.

"Be safe, if you don't go out today, wait until tomorrow is reset, they don't remember my day and go out again."

Although I don't know if it works, I still have to do so.

As for kindness...

When the three of them don’t know them, they will go out and find a way to compensate them.

Fu Qingjun believes in his efforts.

A programmer who has studied for seventeen years has reached the pinnacle of one subject. Once he goes out, it is a very high starting point!

But it is another matter whether you can fight or not to be able to beat the rich second generation...

This is a very realistic problem. Even if you give a person more than seventeen years, it is difficult to overcome certain things.

Some people are born at the end of your life that you cannot reach.

Speaking of which, although his parents named him Fu Qingjun, he knew very clearly that he was not a martial arts master.

My parents were the generation who read Gu Long and Jin Yong's novels. They were addicted to martial arts and gave themselves a heroic and poetic name, hoping to walk around the world with their swords.

The simple names of Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qian and others were all chosen by the previous group of grandparents, while the new generation of parents are generally more educated, well-read poetry and books, and are also influenced by the Internet.

Among the classmates, there are many poetic names, X Zihan, X Haoxuan, X Wenbo... There is even a person named Ye Tiandi in the next class. This name of the immortal cultivation is very scary. It is a dimensional reduction blow among a group of classmates!

"And where will it appear after leaving the ancient ship?"

"Is it the real tomorrow - August 26th, its function is just to make people 'time cycle'?"

"Or it was this ship that really traveled through the wormhole, a time machine in myth, coming to the past, or the future?"

"Or don't travel through time, is it going to the new world?"

But no matter what, it is the last day of reincarnation in front of you.

Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, stretched her waist, and couldn't help laughing.

The unknown mystery is better than lifelessness.

Seventeen years have passed.

Who knows how I endured it?

Being trapped on the same day is so boring that it is unimaginable, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the greatest torture.

But his expression became complicated, "It is after I go out, with my current strange body, can I still be alive?"

In the seventeen years of continuous reincarnation on the same day, it is not eternal and unchanging. Fu Qingjun is gradually happening to something that makes him feel more and more distorted and terrifying...

Yes, he has lost his hair.

Although he is bald, he is not bald.

After all, I have learned so much in theory and have such great mental pressure. I have changed to a young and immature senior high school senior for a full 17 years... I studied in college, studied programming, and even started to study medicine, but the result is naturally self-evident.

Only by sacrificed hairline can you become stronger.

This is the creed of his second master, "Mediterranean Barber", for his poisonous chicken soup. If he does not have the courage to take all his might, how can he gain something?

Fu Qingjun also thinks it makes sense.

In fact, his mental age is quite mature, so he naturally knows that instead of letting society beat him and becoming a migrant worker, it is better to beat himself to bald first.

Anyway, it's impossible to be really bald here, right?

Because every day is reset.

From the beginning of being in a desperate situation, he fell into a desperate situation, to the day when he was lying on the bed and was bored, and then to the time when he was bored, he began to study hard and work hard to lay the foundation for his future.

But reality was beaten hard.

I still lose my hair in the cycle of reincarnation.

His hairline actually followed his soul to the day before.

Is this reasonable?

This is unreasonable.

This hair can also travel through time??

Dare you believe it?

I, Fu Qingjun, is only in my third year of high school!

I'm bald in my senior year!!

Every morning of reincarnation, his vigorous and dense hair can't stop falling down frantically. He wants to write his feelings into a lyrical essay on practicing Chinese college entrance examination skills: Is this the human hairline?

He is not like jewelry and money, the wrinkles on his face, nor the admiration of a young man, and will change with time. Even if he travels through time and space countless times, he will follow you, his emotions are delicate and he will never leave you.

Be the best friend of mankind.

Crazy la la la la la la la.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, extremely quiet.

The rain slapped the window outside, making a thunderous sound.

"It's really annoying that the rainy days that lasted for seventeen years are really rainy, but it's the last day."

Fu Qingjun thought a lot about what he had. He took out a notebook from the drawer, held a black oily pen and sorted out his thoughts on the desk.

"However, during the seventeen years of reincarnation, I have vaguely found the causes of headaches and hair loss."

"I'm probably not superimposing the memories, but...the soul is superimposing!"

After the "August 25th" every day, my soul flew back to the previous day. Over the past seventeen years, more than 6,000 self-substituted, and the combined soul became stronger and stronger.

The strong soul caused a splitting headache and burst into pieces.

Headache and hair loss are all side effects caused by this.

But if it is true, more than 6,000 souls of your own are stacked together...what is that?

From the perspective of traditional mythological stories: the self on countless time lines and the self in the multiverse, are they saints combined?

But is this really possible?

He just felt that he was not dead, and he was really lucky!

He survived many bottlenecks and felt that his brain was about to explode and thought he was going to die, but he still survived.

But if you reincarnate like this, your head may be completely squeezed and exploded by your huge soul in a few years because you are almost at your limit.

"Fortunately, being able to go out now is simply saving my life!"

He took a deep breath, sat quietly at the window, looking at the view outside the window for the last day.

The sky was very gloomy, blurring the shadows of the tall buildings in the distance, as if there was some unspeakable evil twist. The gloomy clouds were like bags of flesh and blood, floating in the sky, as if a creepy twisted shadow was falling down with rain.

Fu Qingjun sat here quietly, waiting for the last day to pass.

boom!!!

Thunder sounded, and the lights in the house suddenly dimmed, as if they were falling into the darkness.

"On August 25th, at 3:17:21 in the afternoon, the power outage was again." Fu Qingjun raised his head, not panic because of the power outage, and looked calmly at the sky outside the window.

Usually, after three o'clock every day, I could no longer contact my masters and could only start self-study classes.

Fu Qingjun continued to wait, and time came to night.

Boom!

Another thunder came from outside.

The rain outside the night suddenly stopped, as if something was squirming in the dark, but nothing could be seen outside the window. The huge muscles and red pupils, like bright red lanterns, moved faintly in the sky.

Wow!

Sitting in front of the window, Fu Qingjun felt a strong fear conveyed by an ancient ship. There was something terrible in the darkness outside the window that made it unable to help but want to escape.

At first, Fu Qingjun was also very panicked, but he gradually became accustomed to it.
To be continued...