"... ah!"


    Yayahua looked at the fallen figure for a while. Suddenly, it seemed to find something and directly exhaled.


    Xiang Xing was so frightened that he quickly raised his little hand and strangled its flowers and bones: "Shh!"


    [shouting so loudly, aren''t you afraid of being heard!]


    The little boy silently make complaints about his mind.


    What I got was a white eye of duck flower: [please, how can people hear us!]


    [all right.]


    The girl reacted and coughed awkwardly, [well, what did you just say?]


    [I''m because the one inside seems to be Zhong Liyu...]


    Duck flower said, swaying its duck shaped flowers and bones, and looked into the classroom.


    This look seemed more certain, [yes, it should be him. I saw his side face!]


    [……]


    Hearing the speech, Xiang Xing was silent.


    After a while, he raised his head and frowned hesitantly, [should I go in?]


    Although fortunately, there is a chance for two people to meet.


    However, will he catch himself and spend more time


    She still can''t promise.


    [well... Let me see.]


    Yayahua looked inside again.


    He also opened the positioning map of the system and analyzed the coordinates of Yitong, which represents Zhong Liyu, and his physiological data.


    After a short meeting, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.


    [let''s go in... He doesn''t know why he lost consciousness. He''s in a coma now.]


    ... coma!


    Hearing the speech, Xiang Xing straightened up and floated in quickly.


    Leisurely came to the boy lying on the ground and squatted down again.


    He looked up and down at him curiously and with a little worry.


    Yaya is right. The boy in front of him is indeed Zhong Liyu himself in the photo.


    However, his face was paler than that in the picture.


    People still have a breathing rate, but it is very weak, as if they will stop breathing at any time.


    Look, the little guy''s heart, which can''t beat, moved inexplicably.


    She stretched out her little hand by magic.


    The onion root like translucent fingertip tried to gently poke the boy''s white to transparent cheek.


    “……！”


    At the moment of touching, Xiang Xing was surprised that there was some real touch from his fingertips!


    That feeling, strange but familiar.


    After all, when she was a dead soul, she couldn''t touch anything except herself and the duck flower on her head. She would just go through it directly.


    ... then why can you touch Zhong Li''s cheek?!


    The little guy looked at his hands and couldn''t help covering his face.


    However, at this time.


    The boy in front of him suddenly moved.


    "... well..."


    He murmured weakly, and the slender palm, which was clearly boned and casually placed on the leg of the chair, also trembled slightly.


    Seeing this, Xiang Xing became nervous again.


    She bit her pink lip flap and couldn''t help but summon up her courage and stretch out her little hand.


    He held the boy''s knuckles tightly.


    The subtle touch was even worse. She suddenly felt that the hand was colder than she thought.


    The little guy finally lowered his body again and leaned down to the ear of Zhong Liyu.


    "Clock..."


    She thought for a while, but suddenly she didn''t feel right..


    Simply changed his mouth and whispered, "senior, are you okay?"