Let the system try to save the world

When the teacher saw Xitong during class, he didn't react much. I guess the dean had given him some instructions. Instead, the students who were not very close to Xitong surrounded him as soon as the get out of class was over.

The boys' eyes were full of curiosity and desire to explore. Even the busy study life of the third year of high school could not suppress it. It was Xitong's former deskmate who spoke shyly, "How have you been recently?"

"Very good." Xitong said.

An impatient little alpha asked, "The news said you were bitten by a golden eagle. Is that true?"

"Really..." Xitong looked embarrassed. Good news never goes out, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Was the public opinion guidance of the Psychic Bureau a bit too much?

"Wow..." The students exclaimed in unison.

"Is that golden eagle big? How big?"

"Why did you end up in the golden eagle cage at the zoo?"

A group of young students were chattering about it, and even the more introverted omegas and betas were secretly listening.

Some people even asked Xitong what experience he had after experiencing such a dramatic story.

"I'm already familiar with going to the hospital." Xitong thought for a moment and replied, "If someone bullies me again, I can send them to the hospital faster."

Many classmates burst into laughter. These rich kids were all respectable people and had no deep hatred towards the original owner.

Apart from people like Chen Tianci and Yan Shu who enjoy playing tricks on others, they don't have to take action to embarrass their classmates.

This kind of behavior has no benefit other than ruining their own reputation. Worst of all, there are so many elders at home who are watching them covetously, and they don't want to be remembered by their elders.

Normally, he is only cold towards people he is not interested in, and his politeness on the surface is always acceptable.

However, for the original owner's status, ignoring such cold violence was enough to make him suffer. Xitong shook his head. On the contrary, this sense of distance was just right for him.

The ten minutes between classes passed quickly. The head teacher, who was holding the lesson plan, cleared his throat, and the students who had gathered together quickly returned to their seats.

"Xi Tong, come see me during the lunch break." The head teacher looked at Xi Tong, who looked normal except for being a little pale, and seemed to have recovered well. He nodded slightly and felt relieved.

As a class teacher, he still had to give his students some advice. Xitong nodded to show that he had heard it.

The head teacher put down the book in his hand and said, "Let's start the class."

Xitong spread out the lesson plan handed down by the head teacher as usual, and began to draw the design of the holographic helmet in the blank space.

Through the large rift valley behind the Xihe base, he had some different ideas, and now was a good opportunity to put them into practice.

The head teacher saw his unlucky student at a glance and started drawing something on his carefully prepared lesson plan on the first day he returned to class.

He opened his mouth, but thought of the ending of the last familiar scene. The head teacher still didn't ask Xitong to stop drawing. He simply turned a blind eye and continued teaching.

Xitong was so absorbed in painting that half of the class passed by unknowingly. Shen Anzhi, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but look at him twice more. After making sure that she couldn't do two things at once, Shen Anzhi forced herself to return to the classroom.

Is it useful to look at him ten thousand times? Shen Anzhi said to herself, even if I look at him ten thousand times, he will not be yours!

Only knowledge will truly belong to you after you finish reading it!

Shen Anzhi stared at the head teacher more and more seriously. He learned from Qian Jiashan and others that Xitong's level was no longer that of a high school student. What if he could no longer talk to Xitong because of these few glances?

"This question..." The head teacher wrote the last number on the blackboard and was about to explain the idea behind it, but he heard the class radio start to buzz.

"Let's wait a moment." The head teacher stopped and signaled the students to study on their own first.

"Attention all teachers and students of Lewiston." The voice on the radio was not the principal's old-fashioned voice, nor was it the sweet and lovely voice of the announcer.

It was the voice of a child whose voice had not yet changed. Xitong raised his head, his eyes slightly closed, and his mind instantly connected to the monitoring room in Lewiston.

The perspective jumped, and Xitong quickly selected the scene in the broadcasting room.

There were already quite a few people standing in the small broadcasting room. Xitong counted them and found that there were six adults and one child, who was only about 1.3 meters tall.

They all wore long black cloaks, silver masks on their faces, and even their exposed fingers were covered with gloves, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they had bad intentions.

They were as silent as trees, so the small rustling movements of one of them under his robe were particularly obvious. The shortest figure turned around and gave him a warning look, and the man quickly put down his hands and stood up quietly.

There were originally two teachers and students in the broadcasting room. Judging from what they said, their lives were not in danger. They were probably just knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

The six people showed signs of being led by the child. Xitong zoomed the camera in closer and saw that the child was holding a stack of white paper clipped on a clip and an oil pastel in his hand.

"We have no ill will towards you. We are only here to find one thing." The child's innocent voice became a little distorted due to the sound quality of the radio. "Please return to your respective classrooms or offices and wait for our inspection."

"It must be a prank." The head teacher's expression changed from surprise at the beginning to speechlessness, "I wonder which class the student is from..."

"Turn off the radio first." He pointed at a taller student in the class, "I'm going to go out and take a look. You guys read your books well."

"Wait a minute!" Xitong stood up suddenly and raised his hand, but he didn't have time to stop the head teacher.

The head teacher took two steps up to the three-foot podium and pushed open the door of the classroom.

There was a loud bang, which scared all the students in the class. The sound was none other than the sound of the head teacher falling in the corridor.

"Tsk." Xitong jumped up quickly and dragged the head teacher into the classroom. Unknowingly, a layer of light white mist had filled the corridor.

The white fog surrounded the entire teaching building. Through the window, one could see that the white fog on the playground was particularly thick. The air began to reflect exquisite pavilions and towers, and there seemed to be shadowy figures standing in them.

"Mirage...?" Shen Anzhi helped Xitong put the fallen head teacher on the stacked tables. When he looked up, he saw this scene. He was dumbfounded and said, "This is the biggest fog in Dragon Country's history."

"No." Xi Tong denied his statement, "According to Ningcheng's climate over the years, there was a smog similar to today's in the winter of sixteen years ago. All flights at Ningcheng's airport were suspended because of it, and there was also a tragic accident where eleven cars collided on the highway."

"But it was winter..." Shen Anzhi rubbed her bare arms under her short-sleeved school uniform, "This is too abnormal."

"Please do not leave the classroom and office." The cold voice of a child came out again from the radio that was not turned off. Normally, students would only find this child's adult-like voice funny, but at this time they felt scared.

"I repeat one last time, do not leave the classroom or the office."