There are six classes for the first and third grade students in Shan Chong No. 1 Middle School, but there are only five classes for the second grade students.
There is an extra classroom with the door number of Grade 2 and 6 sitting alone at the end of the corridor. It is locked tightly with a thick chain by the lazy aunt. This classroom can only become slightly active during the ten minutes between classes. breath.
"get out of class is over, get out of class is over! Play football!" The two difficult math classes finally came to an end. Monet cheered and jumped up from his seat almost as soon as the bell rang.
"Monet! Did I say get out of class is over?"
The youthful boy shrank back to his seat under the teacher's roar.
"You can't get the hardcover version of football today..." He stretched his neck pitifully to look at the bustling crowd outside the door.
"Read the news." Yunchuan put away his textbooks and raised his hand to knock his head.
"Oh, yes." Monet glanced at the teacher who was writing homework on the blackboard, and took out the mobile phone tucked into the textbook.
There was a long line of Solitaire in the group chat.
+1
Monet pressed the button briskly and without any burden, which became the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Hello, classmate."
"Wow! You are a repeat student~"
……
"Hello, classmate, I am the monitor. If you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask me anytime~"
"My next class is physical education. Let me take you to the playground!"
As soon as the teacher left, the students in the class stood up and gathered around Sang Yan as if they had made an appointment.
The enthusiasm made this A-level player a little overwhelmed for a moment.
But Sang Yan was still an A-level player after all. He quickly adjusted his state and tried to get some useful information from the students.
A group of people surrounded him and walked out of the classroom lively.
*
The last class on Friday morning was physical education, and the boys from Classes 3 and 4 were in class together.
Yunchuan's class is Class 3, and Mu Chen is in Class 4.
"Look, that's the transfer student from Class 4." Monet emerged from the crowd. Only then did the boy who grabbed the ball remember to observe the transferred student.
"I saw it." Yunchuan raised his hand and took off the plastic lawn needles on Monet's head.
"It seems that Class 4 is not him anymore." Monet whistled and swaggered around Yunchuan's neck.
"Their class has already decided who will be waiting for the change of numbers. Why haven't you read the news recently?" Yun Chuan raised his eyebrows. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mu Chen, who was about to go towards him, getting hard because of Monet's approach. It turned a sharp corner.
"Oh, you're talking about Lao Wei. That's right. Classes 1 and 2 are the only ones who dare to come up and vote for related households." Monet nodded with deep approval, "But... who will his class vote for? You must know ! ”
"The secret must not be leaked. You might as well care about the negative numbers in our class." Yunchuan pushed the young man's head away and pushed him towards the surrounded Sang Yan.
"What's there to be concerned about? Our class will definitely take first place this time. Just by looking at you, he will be beaten to death~"
……
When Mu Chen found the opportunity to talk to Yunchuan, it was already the first class in the afternoon.
The 3+3 shift system completely disrupted the five classes. Students from each class mixed together and rushed to their classrooms.
"Your seats are in the third and fourth rows. Yes, there are five vacancies there." The geography teacher is a middle-aged woman who looks very kind. She seems to choose three out of six for the five transfer students. Geography is not surprised.
There are five empty seats, a pair of empty tables, and two long tables already occupied by Aboriginal people.
"Here we come." Yunchuan, who was sitting in the third row, was flipping through the textbook boredly and whispered to the figure walking beside him without raising his head.
"Classmate, I haven't received the book yet. Can I read a book with you first?" Mu Chen sat down and held the corner of Yunchuan's book and dragged it toward him.
"I don't mind, but your schoolbag doesn't look like you haven't got any books." Yun Chuan raised his head, a smile flashed in his eyes.
"How come you have such a good relationship with that student? You haven't been apart this whole afternoon. Is he your colleague?" Mu Chen's tone unconsciously contained a hint of displeasure.
"Jealous?" Yunchuan blinked and turned the pen in his hand, reflecting the dazzling sunlight onto the man's face.
"No!" Mu Chen was shaken and refused.
"It's just an ordinary NPC. It's just a plot. It can't shake your status." Yunchuan snorted softly.
"I didn't mean that..." Mu Chen rubbed his forehead as if surrendering,
"My mission this time is very strange, but I read the information and said that the missions assigned to players in A-level and above dungeons have different probabilities. Your mission..."
He looked into Yunchuan's half-smiling eyes, and suddenly a bad premonition emerged in his heart.
"You...you are a player..."
"Guess."
"...What role did you play this time?" Upon hearing this, Mu Chen understood. The man in front of him might have possessed another NPC. No wonder he made a new face in front of him before setting off.
"Remember your mission, player." Yunchuan lazily threatened him, "Don't let the aborigines know your identity, otherwise, the end will be tragic~"
"So you are also considered an aborigine?" "For you, no."
Is it just for me... Mu Chen unconsciously curled his lower lip.
"The transfer student in the third row, please answer the questions on the PPT. It's you, the stupid one." The teacher who was giving the lecture finally couldn't help but speak. She patted the desk and motioned for Mu Chen to stand up.
Dozens of eyes were instantly glued to his body.
[A few years ago, evergreen shrubs were planted according to unified standards on the motor vehicle lane and the non-motor vehicle lane green separation belt on both sides of a street in our city; but now, the shrubs on one side are neatly trimmed, while the other side is overgrown with trees and the shrubs are messy.
I would like to ask: What may be the reason for the difference in the landscape of the green isolation belt shown in the picture?】
"Administrative jurisdiction is different." Mu Chen replied almost instantly.
"Sit down and listen carefully to the lecture. Remember to bring your textbooks. There is no difference between not bringing books in class and not bringing guns in the battlefield." After hearing the correct answer, the teacher's tone softened significantly.
"Wow~ everyone is paying attention." Yun Chuan kicked Mu Chen's heel with his toe. "You are not a science student, how can you be so good at geography?"
"Ahem...it's just a coincidence. Ning Yu is a liberal arts student, and I've seen this question before." Mu Chen covered his mouth with one hand and quietly wrote a line of words in his notebook with his right hand.
‘No one is sitting in the last three rows?’
‘No, there is one less class in the second year of high school than in the third year of high school, so some tables and chairs are unoccupied. ’ Yunchuan quickly wrote down his reply.
Really... Mu Chen glanced at the empty back row with his peripheral vision.
But when he just stood up, he clearly saw the chairs in the third column of the last row shaking slightly.
The windows and doors were closed, so it couldn't have been blown by the wind.
And the shaking was more like someone leaning forward curiously on the seat.
……
The second-year high school students had three classes in the afternoon. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, Mu Chen chose the same class as Yunchuan, but Monet did not show up all afternoon.
The afternoon passed extremely peacefully, so peacefully that the players seemed to have returned to high school in the real world.
That busy yet nostalgic high school filled with test papers.
——
Evening self-study-——
‘Lend me your cell phone. ’ Mu Chen carefully looked at the teacher who was immersed in grading test papers from the pile of books.
‘Don’t be too arrogant, you have to have the consciousness of a player. Also, don’t draw any conclusions, just tell me, I am just an NPC now and have no obligation to follow the plot with you. ’ Yunchuan immediately rejected his request and stuffed the notebook filled with suspicious points in the copy back to Mu Chen’s desk.
'All right. ’ Mu Chen clicked on the notebook with some regret, releasing a wisp of black mist from his palm and swallowing the notebook bit by bit.
Suddenly, he smelled a somewhat bitter smell.
However, it is not appropriate to say that he smelled it. The faint smell seemed to be directly sensed by his brain from behind.
Mu Chen lowered his hand and touched the seat lightly with his fingertips. The extremely diluted black mist slowly flowed down the stool legs to the ground, crawling along the black tile gaps towards the empty back seat.
The man closed his eyes and built a framework in his mind along the places where the black mist spread.
After a while, he found the source of the smell.
A few withered souls floated quietly on the back seats.
Different from normal souls, those souls exuded the aura of dying. They shrank into a small ball, and tremblingly outlined a small human shape in the air with their thin tentacles.
Da da, the black mist clinging to the ground suddenly rippled rhythmically. Mu Chen opened his eyes and decisively disconnected, letting the black mist dissipate into the air.
"Transfer students, come out with me and take your portfolios." Within a few seconds, a female teacher in high heels knocked on the door, "Teacher Fang, I will take them to fill in the information." She rushed The teacher on the podium nodded.
"Okay." Teacher Fang stood up and motioned for Mu Chen and another transfer student to hand in the completed exercises first.
Portfolio.
Mu Chen opened his schoolbag and took out the black file bag from the mezzanine.
I don’t know what kind of material this file bag is made of, and even the black mist can’t get into the tightly sealed mouth of the bag.
In order to avoid damaging the file bag, Mu Chen did not use violence to open the file bag.
……
Click...click...
The classes on the left and right are taking mock exams, and through the glass on the door you can only see figures immersed in writing.
The clear sound of the female teacher's high heels became the only sound in the empty corridor.
"There are some problems with your files before transferring. Many documents are missing and the transfer recommendation letter is less than six months old. You must complete the corrections before next week." She pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, seeming a little depressed.
"You don't have a mobile phone. The school is open on Sunday the day after tomorrow. You can go to the print shop outside the school to print. They should still have the files and records to supplement the files. All must be completed before noon on Wednesday. Do you understand? I have a bad temper. I will be very angry if my request is not answered.”
The transfer students followed the female teacher into a room with an iron door. She took the files of several people and gently touched the seal, and the originally sealed file bag opened automatically.
"I still have something to do. You go check the file details on the table, write down all the missing files, and don't mess with other people's files. I have asked for leave for you. After taking note of it, you can go back to the dormitory to sort it out. Some personal belongings." The female teacher looked at the watch on her wrist, frowned and hurried out the door.
(End of chapter)