I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Sato Misaki, bullying, and dropout, these key words quickly formed clear arrows in Song Guicheng's mind, pointing to the main task.

At first, he just asked his homeroom teacher Matsumoto with a tentative attitude, but he didn't expect to gain so much.

Just based on the nature of the copy, would it be so easy to reveal the clues?

Really not necessarily.

The Soul Tracing Game was very good at playing with people's minds, and he didn't dare let himself fall into rigid thinking.

Song Guicheng leaned on the handrail on the third floor and looked down at the campus. It was almost time for class and there were not many people downstairs. There were only a few students who came back from the convenience store and the teachers who came to class.

Looking down from the upstairs, the ground, the pool, and the roof were covered with old stains that solidified on the backdrop of the campus. He stared at them for a few seconds, suspecting that they were all blood, but felt that it was unlikely.

Song Guicheng fell into deep thought. If he used divine power, it would be easy to complete the task.

Even though he is a demigod, the soul-tracing game is no longer in the same dimension as him.

But he didn't want to complete the task so quickly.

Song Guicheng gripped the railing tightly with his palms, leaned half of his body out to look upstairs, and met a pair of deep and unfathomable eyes.

Pei Shuangjin leaned on the railing, not appreciating the scenery downstairs, his eyes were completely attracted by the person who was admiring the scenery.

Song Guicheng's hair was blown away by the wind, revealing his full forehead. Every inch of his face was caressed by the sun, which was so gentle that it was engraved in Pei Shuangjin's eyes bit by bit.

Pei Shuangjin suspected that he would fall, his pupils shrank uncontrollably, and he gestured for him to go back.

Song Guicheng smiled indifferently and retracted his head obediently.

The first class was English, which started at 9 o'clock and lasted 50 minutes. The English teacher's name was Xiaochuan, a middle-aged woman wearing a professional suit, shoulder-length hair, a pair of black-framed glasses, bulging eyes, and a serious expression, without a smile from beginning to end.

She saw two empty seats at the back, frowned, moved her mouth, opened her book and started class.

Song Guicheng heard what she said, two despicable scum.

He opened his English textbook and "Song Guicheng" notes and found that he was very serious about this course and his notebook was full of notes. Even so, the fact that he got 13 points could not be changed.

Song Guicheng took a quick look at the two pieces of paper and knew why his English grades were so bad. His notes had no focus and were not organized at all. He simply copied from books and the blackboard. Even the basic tenses and sentence patterns were all wrong.

The liberal arts place great emphasis on foundation and accumulation. Only with a foundation can one accumulate, and the accumulation process deepens the foundation. This is also the reason why it is difficult to improve the grades of liberal arts tutoring. Most people who excel in the liberal arts have gone through years of reading and reciting, tirelessly, over and over again.

This subject was not difficult for Song Guicheng. He had originally planned to apply for a doctorate abroad and had passed the IELTS and TOEFL early on.

Song Guicheng pressed the telescopic switch, resisted the urge to make changes, and continued to be the teacher's classroom recorder according to his character, trying to write every sentence into his notebook.

He seemed to be listening to the class, but in fact he was thinking about Sato Misaki. He planned to find an opportunity to sneak into the office to find out the student's information and find Sato Misaki's home address.

At least we have to make sure whether Sato Misaki is dead or alive.

Song Guicheng felt that the chances of her being alive were slim. Even the application for leave of absence was submitted by Suzuki Yukina on her behalf. She herself hadn't been to school for a long time. In the copy, people like this usually end up in great danger.

Mr. Matsumoto's words also revealed a piece of information to him, that Suzuki Yukina and Sato Misaki had a very good relationship.

"We have already learned about attributive clauses. Today we will learn about adverbial clauses. The types of adverbial clauses include time clauses and place clauses..."

The English teacher was categorizing adverbial clauses at the podium. Song Guicheng was sitting below and couldn't help looking at the thin and short back of Suzuki Yukina. She was hunched over, like a snail that just wanted to hide itself in its shell.

Misaki Sato and Yukina Suzuki are good friends. Both are victims of school bullying. One has dropped out of school, while the other is still persisting.

The lighting in this classroom was so poor that the lights had to be turned on during classes during the day. The cold light fell on Suzuki Yukina, making her bare hands look pale.

Suzuki Yukina turned her waist towards Song Guicheng. It was a very slight turn, and if it weren't for his sharp eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it.

Song Guicheng stopped the pen in his hand and looked away. This Suzuki Xuena was very sensitive, and he was discovered twice when he secretly observed her.

While thinking, Song Guicheng wrote down word for word what the English teacher had just said.

"While has four main uses. The first is to indicate when..., in which case the action it leads to must be continuous. The second is to be used as a coordinating conjunction to indicate a relative relationship. The third is..."

This teacher's class was like he was reading a book. He had a wealth of knowledge, but his teaching method was average and not interesting at all. The students were drowsy while listening to him.

Moreover, the Japanese pronunciation of English is a bit too weird. It may be influenced by their native language and they are not very good at retroflex sounds.

Song Guicheng felt sad and helpless after hearing this. The imbalance of educational resources has resulted in even the English teachers in this rural high school having very unstandard pronunciation.

Looking around, she saw that few students were listening to the class seriously. They were either dozing off, drawing little people on their books, or secretly playing with their cell phones. But she didn't care. She just taught what she should teach and relied entirely on the students' self-consciousness.

Song Guicheng and Suzuki Xuena were the two most serious people. They were quiet and did not make any small movements. They took notes diligently.

Teacher Ogawa likes these two students very much, but Song Guicheng is only serious but his grades never improve, which is not right.

She looked at Song Guicheng who was concentrating on writing, sighed in her heart, and asked him to stand up and answer the question.

Song Guicheng was confused. Aren't poor students always excluded from the list of candidates for the lottery? The teacher would only call them when they were naughty and needed to be reminded. But he still stood up quickly.

Teacher Ogawa pointed to the word "as" on the blackboard and asked him to recall the usage he had learned.

Song Guicheng blinked his eyes. How could he remember the specific usage? He relied entirely on his sense of language to do exercises and communicate, and serious English was not of much use abroad.

He swallowed, recalled several sentences using the word "as" in his mind, and answered haltingly: "As can mean two things happening at the same time, or that things change over time, and it can also mean although or even though..."

Song Guicheng managed to say a few words, then stopped talking and there was no further talk. I really couldn't remember anything else.

When he realized whether his character had collapsed, he found that both the teacher and his classmates were looking at him with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Song Guicheng shed two lines of silent tears in his heart. More than ten years of student life made him only remember that he had to stand up and answer questions, and he forgot about the character setting.

He immediately held up his brick-thick notebook to prove his innocence and said weakly, "It's written down in my notebook."

He didn't even look at what was written in the notebook. He just said he had written it down.

Everyone understood what was going on and turned their heads away with disinterest.