After finishing the long, long, long incantation… Ethan didn't feel any different, and there was no so-called Great Fireball in his palm either.
"True. Who would come up with such a stupid name?"
"I must have watched too much Naruto. I shouldn't have watched so much Naruto. Sigh!"
Ethan sighed, then stood up and, out of habit, glanced at the alarm clock. Wednesday.
He took his school uniform out of the wardrobe and hastily put it on, then started looking for his socks.
After searching for a long time, he couldn't find two socks of the same color at all.
With no other choice, Ethan could only find two socks with similar colors, one white and one gray.
After putting on his school uniform and socks, Ethan walked over to the mirror and took a look. He was still as handsome as ever, and he seemed to be quite a bit younger. He was just too young, so he had acne on his face, with several red bumps that affected his good looks.
The difference in the sock colors was more obvious than he had expected. Just as Ethan was wondering whether he should look for another pair…
"Are you still not coming out to eat? Do you still want to go to school?"
His mom's roar came from the living room again.
Ethan knew very well that if he didn't open the door and come out within ten seconds, his mom would charge in without hesitation, pull off his blanket, and then throw clothes at his face.
Finally, she'd open the curtains and the window and let the whole world hear her scold him.
"Coming! Coming!", Ethan didn't dare take that risk. He quickly shouted back, "I'm changing clothes. I'll be out in a second."
"You'd better be!"
His mom's voice was already right outside the room.
That meant that if Ethan had answered even one second later, she would have already barged in.
"Phew!"
Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
Fortunately, when his mom heard the door open, she went straight back to the kitchen to get breakfast ready for the family of four and sort through some of the dirty clothes the family had left from the night before.
"Bro, weren't you on cleaning duty today?"
As soon as Ethan entered the dining room, his younger sister, Riyana, asked him.
His sister had their mother's surname, while he had their father's, so his sister's name had also been chosen by their mom herself. It sounded better than Ethan's.
That was what their mom had said herself: Your dad only knows how to randomly flip through a few ancient poems when he names people.
But Ethan thought his own name was pretty good.
"Thousands of sails have passed."
In ancient poetry, it meant having experienced many things, enduring wind and rain yet remaining standing.
And "thousand sails" on its own also carried a sense of time.
In other words, it was meant to remind Ethan to cherish his time.
But everyone also knew, his mom had a very high position in the family, so whatever she said went. As long as it wasn't a matter of principle, whatever Mom said was right.
Otherwise, the whole family might end up going hungry that night.
"Holy crap! I forgot!"
When Ethan heard his sister, the name of the person assigned to cleaning duty the next day, which had been written on the blackboard yesterday, suddenly popped into his mind.
If he didn't get to school early to clean the classroom, then once his classmates arrived and started fooling around, it would be even harder for Ethan to clean.
Ethan grabbed his schoolbag and was about to run.
"Eat before you go!"
His mom hurried out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand and shouted.
Ethan turned around and answered, "There's no time. I grabbed a packet of instant noodles. I'll eat it later."
However… just as Ethan was about to open the door, he turned around and answered his mom.
But for some reason, he suddenly felt that everything was indescribably strange. Because in that brief glance just now, he noticed…
The kitchen seemed too clean.
It was so clean that it didn't look like what it should have looked like after making breakfast.
'Did Mom just finish cleaning it?'
There was no time to think about it.
Ethan hurried toward school.
Along the way, he occasionally ran into classmates. Everyone greeted Ethan warmly, but he discovered that he didn't… know a single one of them.
'Strange.'
'Everything seems to be getting stranger and stranger.'
But Ethan couldn't find any definite evidence of what was strange about it. He just felt as if, after sleeping last night, he had suddenly forgotten a lot of things.
For example, the teacher was now lecturing at the front of the classroom…
[a^n-b^n=(a-b)[a^(n-1)+ a^(n-2)b +....+ab^(n-2) + b^(n-1)]
'This…'
Ethan found that he could understand every letter written on the blackboard.
But as for what those letters meant when put together, Ethan genuinely couldn't understand a single word.
Ringg~
After finally making it to the end of class, the student sitting next to Ethan suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey, Ethan, there was a murder at school last night. Did you know?"
"A murder happened at school? That's pretty serious."
The person who had patted Ethan on the shoulder was his deskmate, Gian. But for some reason, although he should have been someone very familiar to him, Ethan always felt that there was an indescribable barrier between them.
"Yeah. I know where it happened. Want to go take a look?"
Gian asked again.
For some reason, Ethan nodded and said, "Sure, I guess. The next class is PE anyway. Let's go."
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