Magician's Live Stocking Daily [Infinite]

The ten-minute break was short but precious, and soon the bell for class rang.

This also means that for players whose characters are students, the first round of course challenges is about to begin.

The Chinese teacher was a middle-aged man who looked quite kind, but Li Yang knew that his temper was not very good.

A familiar man in a black suit slowly stepped into the classroom. The man narrowed his eyes and focused his attention on the three new players in the last row.

"I heard from the homeroom teacher that there are several new transfer students today? Loving to study is a good thing, but -"

He changed the subject and said sternly, "You guys actually fought openly in class on the first day of school!"

Liang Zhao, who thought he had escaped, felt a shudder in his heart and a chill crept up his back.

"I don't welcome people with bad manners in my class."

Seeing that they kept their heads down and said nothing, the teacher slapped the podium hard, making a loud bang, and raised his voice: "All three of you get out and stand up to listen to the class."

Zhu Rong was startled and had no time to think. She glanced at the two boys with sweat on their foreheads and raised her hand decisively: "Teacher, I didn't participate in their fight."

We cannot let her, an innocent passerby, be implicated in the reckoning. Who knows what punishment she will receive after she leaves the classroom.

Rather than maintaining this insignificant teammate relationship, she wanted to save her own life first.

Zhu Rong explained loudly: "I was standing at the door of the classroom waiting for the head teacher, and they suddenly started fighting, and they almost hurt me by mistake."

This woman didn't help him, and she even blamed him? Liang Zhao's face was full of disbelief.

But the Chinese teacher believed it. He glanced at Zhu Rong who was pretending to be wronged and nodded kindly: "I know you are wronged. Since you are a good student, you should sit in the classroom and listen."

Seeing Pan Zhengyang and the other man walk out of the classroom dejectedly, Zhu Rong finally sat down in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

"but--"

Zhu Rong's heart was lifted again.

"Not fighting is just a basic requirement for students. Good students have to work hard on the text."

The Chinese teacher spread out the textbook on the podium and began to ask questions:

"Today we are going to talk about Cao Zhi, who is known for his great talent. Zhu Rong, you will recite the Seven-Step Poem."

The black-cloaked beastmaster who had just escaped a disaster was called up again. Zhu Rong was now extremely glad that she had learned this article in elementary school. She spoke calmly:

"Cook the beans and make soup, strain the black beans and make juice. The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot. We are from the same root, why are we so eager to hurt each other?"

Li Yang, who had no idea who Cao Zhi was, felt like she was being drawn in: What an amazing memory! There really are many hidden talents among the players.

"Very good." The Chinese teacher showed a rare satisfied smile.

After inspecting the class, he decided to make Li Yang his next target...

On the girl in the green skirt next to her.

"Cui Jishu, stand up and recite it again."

Here it comes, Li Yang sighed in her heart.

As the teacher who loved to pick on Cui Jishu the most, my deskmate would be asked this question in almost every class.

And the result of each question is -

"I'm sorry, teacher. I didn't remember."

The Chinese teacher flew into a rage, and seemed to have finally found an outlet to vent his anger, and he directed all his unhappiness onto the thin girl in front of him:

"You useless thing! Even the new transfer student can recite a single line of poetry?"

Sure enough.

Li Yang had no idea how many times she had heard this sentence, but this time, perhaps because of Zhu Rong's contrast, the teacher's anger was even greater.

"What's so good about reading this book? Pack up and go home."

Li Yang secretly turned her head and saw a dark look on Cui Jishu's pretty face.

She lowered her head, her expression mysterious under the thick lenses.

After staring at Ji Shu's face for three seconds, Li Yang suddenly felt a little dizzy...

She reached out to rub her temple, but could only feel the stinging pain from the sudden hit on her forehead.

A second before she lost consciousness, she seemed to feel a stream of cold liquid flowing down her arm and slowly being injected into her body...

"Li Yang, wake up." She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Cui Jishu's face full of concern in front of her.

She leaned back calmly and took the opportunity to glance at the last row, where she saw three figures lying motionless on the table.

"What's wrong with me?" Li Yang asked.

"How dare you ask? You fell asleep in math class again, and school is over at noon now."

Jingle bell bell—

As if to support her words, as soon as Cui Jishu finished speaking, the school bell rang on time. Li Yang noticed that the wall clock on the podium had changed from 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock.

The two boys who were woken up by the ringing were obviously more frightened than Li Yang.

Almost at the moment he opened his eyes, Liang Zhao jumped up, overturning the tables and chairs in front of him with a "swish" sound.

"are you crazy?"

The students around them were clearing the tables one after another. Those who were planning to go to the cafeteria to eat looked at them in confusion, cursed a few words, and then looked away.

Li Yang also looked away.

"Ji Shu, are you going to the cafeteria to eat?" Compared to them, there are more important people who need her care.

Seeing Cui Jishu nod, she hurriedly trotted over and came forward: "Then let's go together."

She was sure that this copy was definitely closely related to the girl in front of her.

No matter what, you will never go wrong by following Cui Jishu.

When Zhu Rong finally came to his senses from Liang Zhao's terrified screams, almost all the classmates in the classroom had left, and the only teammate who had a clue had disappeared long ago.

She looked helplessly at the two boys who were covered in wounds. After thinking about it, she decided to follow the main group to the cafeteria.

After all, good students should also be “gregarious”, right?

When Zhu Rong arrived at the cafeteria, what she saw was her teammate who looked quite unsociable and her pitiful deskmate with a head full of vegetable soup confronting the main group.

"I am really laughing to death. If you can't even recite the Seven-Step Poem, why are you still studying? It's a waste of school resources."

"That's right. I think it's better to be a test subject."

"Can you use her life to bring Cui Jihuai back?"

"Experimental subject?" Zhu Rong subconsciously glanced at Li Yang, only to see that she was also frowning.

Looking down, Zhu Rong saw two pairs of hands tightly clasped together.

Li Yang suddenly felt sad when she saw a boy in her class pouring all the soup on Cui Jishu.

Although not a drop of soup splashed onto her white skirt, Li Yang seemed to have truly felt the shame.

Yes, it's a shame.

The back of my hand suddenly became wet.

Li Yang wanted to take some paper to let Cui Jishu guess his hair, but was met with a pair of red eyes.

Tears rolled down her eyes and Cui Jishu shook her head.

Her voice was as light as the clouds floating in the sky:

"Let's go."

"it's all my fault."