"What's wrong with your face?" He didn't do any exercise on Monday, so he stared at Monet who was lying on the table in a sleepy state and was startled when he raised his head.
"...I just stayed up late. Go to bed. The teacher will be here soon." Yun Chuan pressed his head on the table again.
"It's not like you stayed up all night." Monet rubbed the red marks on his cheeks and glanced sideways.
"I think it looks like a tattoo sticker. In ancient times, it was popular to open the eye on the forehead~" The short-haired girl at the back table suddenly came over, "Look, what is this?"
"Hmm...Why wasn't the opinion sheet given to me? Where did he print it from? The aunt in the copy room didn't say he had been there. It's strange that he was a transfer student." Monet took the white slip from her hand.
"Who knows, maybe it's because I told him stories, or maybe because you and Yunchuan always stick together." The short-haired girl chuckled twice.
"I want to fill it in. I want to fill it in." Monet became interested.
"Use this to write." The short-haired girl let him go. She rummaged in her pen bag for a while and then took out a blue-cased pen.
"The loss is yours." Monet could see the specialness of that pen at a glance.
"Hey."
The two people got together and laughed from time to time.
"Have you finished editing your file?" Monet was halfway through writing when he suddenly remembered something.
"No, not a word was moved. I'm getting ready to enter the solitary room at noon."
"I sympathize with you, brother. By the way, look, is there any difference?" Monet patted Yunchuan on the shoulder with a sympathetic look on his face.
Yun Chuan raised the paper, and the sunlight passed through the white paper, making the black writing more clear. It was a very beautiful font, and the strokes even penetrated the paper. But if you look a little more carefully, you will find that the black pen and ink is slightly mixed with a little dark red.
"No." He chuckled and returned the blank paper to Monet.
"That's good."
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The morning passed quickly, and it was lunch break time.
There were many people coming over to correct files, and the office was crowded with chatter.
"Teacher, my photo is printed too small."
[Rage value: 70]
"Teacher, how do you write this time?"
[Rage value: 85]
After correcting the files of four or five people in a row, Teacher Luo's anger level suddenly increased by fifteen points when he saw all kinds of weird mistakes.
"Okay, okay, you can change the last page, then sign it and put it in the portfolio." Luo Jin slapped a stack of A4 paper and asked the students surrounding her to leave the office.
[Rage value: 95]
[Rage value: 99]
"That one over there, why are you laughing? Your file has the biggest problem! I see that you don't take the teacher seriously at all. Go to the solitary room to reflect on yourself for three hours in the afternoon." Luo Jin felt the anger in his chest,
"?"
[You are a bit deliberate. ] Yunchuan, who was sprayed for no reason, looked at Teacher Luo's angry eyes with a wooden face.
[Fortunately, the system didn’t say it was a violation. ] Luo Jin continued to ask the students to sign other file forms while transmitting messages to Yunchuan.
The last one to correct was Sang Yan's file, and the transfer student's wounds looked mostly healed.
Even though his face was still a little pale, at least there was no longer any sluggishness in his movements.
"Congratulations on officially becoming a member of the fourth class of the second grade of high school." Seeing Sang Yan make the last stroke, Luo Jin's voice suddenly became much gentler.
Gudu.
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, a strange swallowing sound suddenly sounded in the air, and a cold and cool breath poured into the still warm office.
Hurrah, the information sheet placed on the desktop turned through several pages automatically without wind.
"Why are you moving?" Luo Jin seemed to be talking to herself. She casually pressed a paperweight on the table onto the list. This pressing happened to be at the end of the list of Class Three.
No one noticed that under the beautifully carved red sandalwood paperweight, a long list of student information appeared at the end of the list. The black printed fonts were mixed with a touch of dim red. Sang Yan's name completely became a member of Class Three.
Being accepted into the class is undoubtedly lucky. This is the first level of the dungeon.
But being a negative figure in the class is the greatest misfortune among misfortunes.
Like attracts and unlike repels. Negatives will welcome their new companions with joy and tolerance.
"Tsk." There was a dull pain between his eyebrows, and his superficial disguise was on the verge of collapse.
Withered and yellow hair emerged from the cracks in the ground, wandering silently in the dark corners.
Kumokawa took two steps forward and passed the girl who propped herself up from the wall and looked around.
The cold and biting soul was the best sedative, which greatly relieved the stinging pain in his forehead.
He should go to the solitary chamber, the shadow's soul is coming back to bite him.
But...
[Come on, boss, I've given you a good reason. Don't watch the excitement. There is excitement all the time. ] Luo Jin sent a message appropriately. This busy and enthusiastic female teacher was holding eight documents in her hands and paying attention to the boss who was about to turn black.
[No, I want to see him die. ] Yunchuan deliberately took a few steps forward and walked around to the front of Sang Yan.
[...He won't die within an hour. ] Luo Jin lowered his head speechlessly.
Phew... The sad-faced soul sat barefoot on the table and curiously stretched out his hand to touch the rough file bag.
"I feel myself." His voice was vague, as if it was covered with a film of water.
Pale fingertips passed through the paper and gently touched the opinion form with black and red writing.
Pat, pat, the light red blood slipped from the back of the torn hand, blending into the snow-white paper bit by bit.
"Look." The soul opened its dilated eyes and raised the back of his hand to his eyes.
"You can insert a pen into my wound. They say that my blood is the best ink." "..." Sang Yan gathered the remaining papers expressionlessly, seemingly not seeing the waving hand. Palms at his side.
But his gradually increasing writing speed gave him away.
Something went wrong, but the teacher is still here... He silently gathered energy in his body, four or five translucent souls surrounded him, and the withered yellow hair seemed to have found its destination, wrapping around his body bit by bit. ankle.
"Okay, no problem, you can go back to class." Luo Jin's voice was like the sound of nature.
"Thank you, teacher." Sang Yan tentatively took a step forward, but fortunately his soul had no body. He passed through his soul easily and walked out of the office.
[I won't let him die in the office, bad luck. ] Luo Jin stood up, and she waved away the other students and pushed Yunchuan out of the office.
"His feet are a little transparent." Yunchuan didn't resist. He curled his lips and leaned over to rub the head holding the soul of his calf. It was so cold that his fingertips were numb.
"He has been marked, and it won't take long before he will stay in Class 3 completely, but before that, the lovely children in Class 3 need to add another spark." Luo Jin shook a bunch of keys in her hand, and she locked The high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound against the floor of the good office door.
"It seems that the first phase has been completed, and now we are about to enter the second phase of screening. But I need to send you to the confinement room first."
"How about the first stage?" Yunchuan closed his eyes, and the black mark suddenly spread, and the lines like spider webs slid down the side of the ear and disappeared into the collar.
"It's the same as usual, seven came and four died. Now there are still three little teachers struggling to survive. Today's players are too arrogant. They always think that they are the dark horse, but they don't know that they are just cannon fodder." Luo Jin smiled. Then he spoke cold and cruel words.
"Ah... we're here, please." She snapped her fingers, and the heavy door of the solitary room opened with a sound, and a cold breath came to her face. There was no light in the dark room.
Depressed, suffocated, like a black hole that can swallow people up at any time.
"The teachers in the security department are thinking of a way. They can pack the person up this afternoon. The person has a good IQ. At least I haven't caught him yet."
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"Our children really don't fight." Uncle Wei, who was sweating profusely, hurriedly rubbed his thermos cup and stopped at the door.
"I didn't fight." Mu Chen was pushed into the corridor by two security guards with an expressionless expression, attracting the side glances of all his classmates.
"Yes, he promised..."
"The security department has surveillance. Teacher Wei, you can go and see it." The security guard didn't even listen to his explanation and stubbornly dragged Mu Chen.
"What's the punishment?" Uncle Wei quickly grabbed Mu Chen's arm.
"Quit school."
"What? That's not it!" Uncle Wei couldn't even hold the thermos cup now.
"Teacher Wei, don't listen to their nonsense. How could you drop out of school after just one fight?" Yu Li, who happened to be passing by, became the savior.
After a series of tearing and tearing off the skin, Mu Chen spent the whole afternoon in the solitary confinement room.
"The dungeon also needs to be logical. We can't imprison you for no reason. You see, if we directly imprison you, there will definitely be opposition, but if we let you drop out of school and then plead to be imprisoned, won't it appear that Are we more humane?" Yu Li said while standing at the door of the confinement room.
"No, thank you." Xingchen's bosses did too many tricks, which caused Mu Chen to have a big deviation in their image positioning.
"You're welcome. Our star boss is the most particular about compromise." Yu Li pushed him into the solitary room.
As Mu Chen went deeper, the darkness in the confinement room gradually faded away.
Several vague figures moved around the room.
"Giggle." His ankle was suddenly held by a hand. As soon as Mu Chen lowered his head, he saw the scarred boy from last night.
"Follow me, please close your eyes tightly." The young man grinned, revealing his broken front teeth. The decadence and fear of yesterday were gone from his body.
A few minutes later, Mu Chen touched a cold hard object, which felt like glass.
The next second, a strong force pushed directly into his back, causing him to hit the hard object.
But the expected impact did not happen. Mu Chen felt as if he had passed through a curtain of water, and his whole body fell downwards.
"You're here." After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Can I open my eyes?" Mu Chen asked in advance.
"Whatever." The voice on the other side seemed different from usual.
Mu Chen opened his eyes, and what he saw was a piece of brilliant gold.
The person in front of him had already returned to his original appearance and was standing just a short distance away.
Thump, thump
The originally beating heart seemed to have been stepped on the accelerator, violently pounding in the chest.
Mu Chen recalled countless scenes in his mind.
He thought of the first meeting in the factory dungeon, the cooperation with the mole dungeon, and the confrontation in the mermaid dungeon.
Under the spine of the manor, the man stood forcefully behind him, with golden blessings flowing in his blood. He still remembered that at that moment, his heart was filled with those brilliant golden eyes.
One glance for thousands of years.
"You..." Mu Chen suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a drop of sweat slid down his forehead and was instantly absorbed by the ground.
The long silver hair flows automatically without wind, and the golden threads sway in the air.
The person who was standing suddenly took a few steps forward, almost touching him. Mu Chen could even clearly see every eyelash of the other person, his golden pupils, the high bridge of his nose, and... Light pink lips.
It is said that people with thin lips are unfeeling. Mu Chen watched Yun Chuan get closer and closer to him, too close, completely beyond the safe range.
There is still a large space behind you, and you can easily distance yourself by taking a step back.
But I don’t want to.
Not only did he not want to retreat, he even looked forward to the other party approaching again.
It would have been nice if he were a few centimeters shorter. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Mu Chen was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of alarming the silver-haired man who kept approaching him.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Why is it a few centimeters shorter? Because Mu Chenchen is tall, cough
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