——Evening self-study-——
"...In order to maintain osmotic balance, cells can change the osmotic pressure of cells by adjusting the concentration of osmotic substances in the cells...."
Tick...tick...
"...When there are too many osmotic substances in the environment, causing the environmental osmotic pressure to be greater than the intracellular osmotic pressure, the cell will lose water..."
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"...On the contrary, when there are too few osmotic substances in the environment, causing the environmental osmotic pressure to be less than the intracellular osmotic pressure, the cells will absorb water..."
In the classroom, the biology teacher who came in as a temporary substitute imparted knowledge incessantly. The students quietly flipped through the textbooks and wrote down lines of notes in the blank spaces.
[The intracellular osmotic pressure is small, and the cells absorb water...]
Yunchuan put down the last stroke and turned to the next page following the teacher's guidance.
[After the death of red blood cells, the permeability of the cell membrane will disappear and become fully permeable. If the cells are placed in a hypotonic solution, the red blood cells will absorb water and burst]
Bold black words were printed brightly on the page, with black and white pictures on the side.
Tick...tick...
Turbid water droplets mixed with soil and grass clippings continued to hit the ground, gradually converging into a meandering stream that spread along the cracks in the ground into the distance.
After a while, two 'rivers' carrying dust and soil met in the gap in the tiles.
"I feel that the teacher is a little nervous. Besides, we have already learned about osmotic pressure. Why are we still talking about it?"
"The new substitute teacher is here. I heard that he came from the third year of high school..."
……
The students were talking quietly while the teacher was leaning over to pick out colored chalks.
"Quiet, let's draw a cell model now." The young male teacher patted the table, trying to calm the students down.
Snap
A wet handprint was left on the spotless podium.
Tick...tick...
The light blue chalk gradually becomes darker, and the marks left on the blackboard become slippery.
Tick…
As a drop of water mixed with chalk dust hit the ground.
The dripping duet officially begins.
The bloated fingers held the slender penholder, and with each stroke, a fine spring spurted out.
The student with a dull face rolled his cloudy eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from his pale eyes.
When did the copy start to change?
It starts to change from the moment the corrected files are placed in the archives room.
The school completely accepted the players as students and showed their true selves in front of their own people.
In fact, it was no different from usual, except that there were a few more dead people, Yunchuan thought.
There are just a few more dead people, and just one sentence is enough to cause panic among other players.
Su Rui is a player.
An A-level player who is famous for his bad luck and lucky A.
At this time, she was apparently following the teacher's progress in taking notes, but in fact she was working hard to move sideways bit by bit.
‘The water is coming. ’ She watched helplessly as the neat white textbooks were soaked with yellow sewage, but her intuition told her not to move.
The source of the sewage is a player.
Yunjit.
But it was obvious that the giant-like swelling body and the continuously leaching sewage indicated that he was dead.
Su Rui knew that Yunjit, a villain who nourished himself by sucking the souls of players, was a maniac with dirty tricks.
His death was a happy event, but the fact that the dungeon easily eliminated A-level players made Su Rui even more uneasy.
I can't be stubborn anymore, I need to find a big friend. Su Rui clenched her fists.
Ability Lucky A, as can be seen from the name, this ability is not very offensive, so Su Rui's guild usually equips her with a protector. With the blessing of Lucky A, as long as she enters the book at the same time, she can be matched with her protector every time.
Except this time.
Su Rui glanced around depressedly.
Finally, she locked her gaze on the figure diagonally in front of her.
Mu Chen.
In fact, Mu Chen was not her first choice, Sang Yan was.
The somewhat arrogant but powerful player Sang Yan once invited her to cooperate on the first day she entered the dungeon.
But Su Rui refused. When Sang Yan said cooperation, her brain frantically released rejection signals, 'Don't cooperate with him, don't have anything to do with him. ’ This was Su Rui’s only thought when facing him.
This feeling gradually weakened until Sang Yan and Yunjit reached a cooperation.
But...
Su Rui looked uneasily at the curly-haired young man sitting next to Mu Chen.
Her intuition told her that the student was not a player but definitely not an NPC.
But Mu Chen seemed to have a good relationship with him.
Yes...looking at each other...
Su Rui was startled, fearing that her gaze was too unrestrained for the other party to notice. The curly-haired young man named Yun Chuan stopped taking notes and turned his head to smile at her.
But there was indifference behind those beautiful dark eyes.
Su Rui shuddered and quickly looked away.
‘Interesting player. ’ Yunchuan chuckled and turned back.
The lucky girl had been peeking at him and Mu Chen for more than a day or two. He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but today the girl's gaze was a bit too wanton.
"What are you looking at?" The man's deep voice sounded in his ears, and a hand was naturally placed on the back of the hand holding the pen.
"Nothing." Yun Chuan withdrew his hand and wrote a line of notes in the book.
[When burning protein, it produces the smell of burnt feathers. ]
"Okay, it's not too much to lend me your notes to copy." Mu Chen moved his chair and placed it next to Yun Chuan, cleverly avoiding the sewage flowing on the ground.
Yellow water carrying a foul smell flowed past his shoes.
"Report." A hoarse voice sounded from outside the door, and the closed door was knocked three times.
"Please come in." The teacher standing on the podium stopped writing on the blackboard. He pushed up his foggy glasses. His voice was a little blurry, and water dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Hiss
A strand of withered hair crawled in through the crack in the door and climbed inward against the gap in the tiles.
Sang Yan pushed open the door and walked towards his seat without looking back.
"Sang Yan." The biology teacher tapped the blackboard with his finger, leaving a few marks on the dark green blackboard.
"Teacher." Sang Yan turned his head, the bloodshot eyes slowly moving.
"Don't be late in the future, and don't wear gloves in class." The teacher nodded and motioned for him to return to his seat.
"Sorry, teacher. I won't do it next time." Sang Yan curled her lips stiffly and looked down at her light brown gloves. ’
As soon as he finished speaking, the pair of light brown gloves began to shake. One by one, the withered yellow hair was pulled out of the gloves and quickly slipped back into the sleeves. After a while, somewhat transparent hands were revealed.
"Sang Yan is dead. His soul is filthy." Mu Chen looked away, his expression unchanged.
"He's not the only dead person here." Yun Chuan once again took out the hand held by him.
"My eyes are not for decoration. There is still an hour before get out of class ends."
[Anger value: 55]
Mu Chen used today's anger value detection.
(End of chapter)
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