That was precisely why Chen Ping could be certain that everything before him was an illusion.
He had torn down that old building long ago because he could not stand the sight of it. If he really wanted to see what it had looked like again, he would indeed have to look within his memories.
Sure enough, a moment later, the entire Freshman Class One appeared in a great throng within Chen Ping's field of vision. Along with them came someone who was something of an old acquaintance, whom Chen Ping had not seen for many years-Zhou Yi.
"Hmph."
Chen Ping chuckled. Come to think of it, he had now grown strong enough to slap this madwoman dead with a casual blow.
While Chen Ping's thoughts wandered, the scene before him seemed to have its fast-forward button pressed. Soon, the scenes he had once experienced reappeared, one after another.
But unlike before, when Chen Ping had watched from beside the window of Class Nine's classroom as Huo Yuhao injured his internal organs after running over eighty laps and coughed up a mouthful of blood, this time Chen Ping sat right on the playground, experiencing the shadows of the past up close in ultra-high definition.
Soon, as the bell rang to end class, students from the other nine classes crowded out because of the commotion in Class One, each looking with bitter loathing at the expressionless Zhou Yi and the Class One students who dared to be angry but dared not speak.
Immediately afterward, the scenes before Chen Ping kept changing. There was Teacher Li, who possessed the Tree of Life Martial Soul, treating Huo Yuhao; there were teachers from other classes who could no longer stomach Zhou Yi's actions speaking up to condemn her; there was even the scene of