ID number 019

Time is fast forwarding.

This information is confirmed.

Chen Yang looked at the words and sentences in the textbook, and felt weird in his heart. Since it has been a week, why are you still in the first lesson?What have you been doing for a week?It was inconvenient for him to look around, so he could only secretly observe Jiang Wei, the bookworm at the same table, who was sitting upright without any abnormality.

Chen Yang was about to look away from the corner of his eye, when he suddenly found a piece of oil stain on Jiang Wei's school uniform cuff on the right side, which was not there before.He propped his head on his hands without changing his expression, and secretly raised his eyelids.

The head teacher on the podium was still wearing a blue striped gown, and it was not the same one until you looked closely. The collar of this one was more worn.

Chen Yang moved his hand down while propping his head, blocking the surprise in his eyes. From the words that suddenly appeared on the blackboard, the extra oil stains on Jiang Wei's school uniform, and the jacket that the class teacher changed, he speculated that he was sitting on the chair. A week was skipped, the homeroom teacher and Xia Wei didn't skip it, they spent it normally...

I'll find a way to verify it after class.

"Actually, there are quite a lot of poems about autumn." The head teacher stepped off the podium.

Chen Yang's brain stopped functioning in an instant, writing about autumn...is there any?

The head teacher walked back from the front of the classroom, stopped by a seat, tapped the table twice with his finger: "Wen Qing, get up and talk."

Wen Qing stood up: "I don't know."

"You don't know a word?" The head teacher asked again.

"Yes, I don't know a word." Wen Qing's immature face matched with an honest tone, so good-looking that people want to tie a red scarf on him.

The whole class fell silent.

"You have a full score in Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination, but you don't know a single line of autumn's poem?" The head teacher's face was full of helplessness.

Wen Qing: "..." I got a full score in Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination?To play like this.He casually grabbed the bangs that couldn't cover the black birthmark, and said innocently, "I don't like autumn, how about summer?"

The head teacher didn't give the students a bad blow, he responded jokingly to a friend: "Do you think it's okay?"

"I think," Wen Qing saw that Jin Xiaochang turned his head and glanced at him, he shrugged and stopped playing, "The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging."

"Well, "Guan Canghai"." The head teacher motioned him to sit down.

The back of Chen Yang in front is a little wet, Wen Qing is a figure of a master, so he sits in the first row...

The positions should not be arranged according to the results, Chen Yang comforted himself.

The head teacher didn't continue to walk back, he turned around.Listening to the approaching footsteps, Chen Yang felt the tension that belongs only to the classroom. Although he has graduated from high school for many years and has experienced many moments of life and death in his life, when he sat in the classroom with a young body, everything he felt They all fit together.

A beer belly appeared in Chen Yang's peripheral vision, accompanied by a low voice: "Xia Le."

It was Zhong Qi's deskmate who was across the aisle from Chen Yang. She had an ordinary student's hair, and the front hair was pinned behind the ears by black hair clips.

The self-introduction session started with Zhong Qi. Xia Le was the second to say that Chen Yang paid attention to her words and deeds. She was a silhouette of one of the students in the school. She was introverted and not confident, and had no sense of presence.

At this time, she said a poem describing autumn, her voice was so low that only the head teacher could hear it.

The class teacher asked her to speak up, she said it again, there was no difference.

Chen Yang observed that the homeroom teacher was not angry. He seemed to pay much attention to the teacher-student relationship and interactive atmosphere at the beginning of the first year of high school, hoping to have a good start.

"Xia Le is talking about Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha". Although it is not a poem or a word, it does describe autumn. I’m afraid of getting the wrong answer, it’s okay to be wrong, there’s no shame in it.”

The classmates around looked over, Xia Le's face was blushing, and her fingernails kept digging at her palms.

The head teacher asked Xia Le to sit down, and he turned around and asked, "Chen Yang, what about you?"

Chen Yang got up slowly: "I'm still thinking about it." He just thought of the withered vines, old trees and faint crows, and Xia Le talked about it.

The head teacher looked at him with complicated eyes.

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that I also have a perfect score in Chinese?

"You are very partial to subjects." The class teacher said, "Chinese is your weakness, you have to make a study plan early, and you must have enough reserves for poetry."

Chen Yang: "..." Oh, he is partial to subjects, and his Chinese is the worst.So what is his best subject?Never math.

In the next second, he heard the teacher in charge say: "As long as you add ten tenths to Chinese, you will not fail Chinese."

Chen Wenkesheng Yang's eyes darkened, he was really afraid of something.It's troublesome, taskers need to know their character settings from others, and... He took a deep breath, the character design is definitely not a decoration, it will involve tasks.

A class lasts 45 minutes, and the head teacher uses fractions to interact with the students. In the rest of the time, he talks about Qin Yuanchun, lectures, and chalk across the blackboard from time to time, making a loud noise.

Chen Yang ate a mouthful of chalk dust. He felt that this task was to punish him for dozing off, eating, reading novels, chatting and eating melon seeds in class. During this class, he held his breath tightly, never daring to relax for a moment, and took notes. I write gently, for fear of knocking something on the table to the ground, or subconsciously moving the table and chairs.

The moment the get out of class bell rang, the classroom seemed to be a lake disturbed by a long pole. The head teacher held the textbook in his arm, opened the door with a teacup, the sound of pulling the chair, the crisp sound of the spoon scraping the rice bowl, talking The sound of footsteps played the symphony after school.

Chen Yang peeked at his phone, the flow of time was normal during class, and it started to speed up again after class.

Wen Qing came to call Jin Xiaochang and Chen Yang, and pointed to the window sill.

Chen looked up, and there was a row of stainless steel lunch boxes outside the window sill. He knew which one belonged to him at a glance, just like looking for a seat when entering a classroom.

"You guys go first." Chen Yang winked at Wen Qing, I have something to confirm, see you at the entrance of the cafeteria later.

Wen Qing and Jin Xiaochang went downstairs with a lunch box each. It doesn't matter whether they eat or not, the key is to integrate into the group.Now that it's time to leave school, let's go to the cafeteria.

"He's in good condition. I thought he would habitually shout, to Jane, to Jane, to Jane, and then realize that he would be helpless when he was not around." Wen Qing played with the long spoon, "Oh, yes, he I'm still used to pulling towards Jane, wherever I go, I guess I'm not used to it, poor."

Jin Xiaochang: "Aren't you going to talk about time information?"

"Don't talk, boring." Wen Qing looked sullen, "I expected Professor Bai to be more helpful, but I didn't know that he was fake, high-ranking, and honest, and he did the tasks well-behaved, very boring." The stagnant water came back to life, "I still have expectations, and I will make a grand appearance in a fun performance later."

"Then you will be disappointed," Jin Xiaochang knew who Wen Qing was referring to, "It's just a small fish and shrimp, and it can't give you a wonderful stage."

"It's better than nothing. Let's make do. The teacher told me that you have to be content with yourself. I'm an obedient boy." Wen Qing suddenly approached Jin Xiaochang, "Why does your mouth smell like milk?"

Jin Xiaochang held Wen Qing's head and pushed it away.

"Chen Yang's. The milk tablets he eats are not sweet, but have a strong milk taste." Wen Qing bumped Jin Xiao's long lunch box with his lunch box, "You let me tell you what's good about you. I don't want to see him, but I still eat his milk tablets. It's too doggy, the king of dogs in the world."

Jin Xiao's long aura became fierce and dangerous. He grabbed the messy curly hair on his forehead a few times, and his brows and eyes became lazy again: "Speak civilized, Qingqing."

"My name is Wenqing, not Wenming." Wenqing jumped down the steps and turned her head, raised her face and said with a smile, "Old Jin, I have a question for you. What is a sense of faith?"

"It's hope." Jin Xiaochang walked past Wen Qing, his blue-green eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the floating dust and go to the distance, where there was a flat wind blowing the thatch and smoke rising from the kitchen.

Wen Qing whispered in the quiet corridor: "Wow." So?What is hope again?

Jin Xiao's long voice came from the corridor entrance: "Qingqing, come down."

"Wait, I'll go down and beat you right away!" Wen Qing thought while shaking the lunch box.

There were only a few people left in the classroom, and Chen Yang was one of them. He slowly tidied up the textbooks on the table, and pretended to casually touch the same table with his elbow.

"Hey, Jiang Wei." Chen Yang leaned closer, he would not be so stupid as to ask directly "Why are you learning the first lesson today after a week of school", probing requires skill.

"How did you spend this week?" Chen Yang asked with a warm smile.

"Just... read at home." Jiang Wei stuttered.

Chen Yang's smile remained unchanged, it turned out that the school had a week off.The reason is probably related to Xiao Zhang's death. If someone died in the class, the parents would definitely have concerns.

"I really admire you. I can't even see it. When I think of someone dying in our class, I get scared." Chen Yang looked nervously at Xiao Zhang's seat as he spoke, "Don't you think he is still in the classroom?" ?"

Jiang Wei said: "It is said that there is no ghost after death, it is just electromagnetic."

"Girls are emotional and afraid of ghosts, and they like to think wildly. The school had no choice but to let us go home for a week." Jiang Wei disagreed with this point, "Time is precious and shouldn't be wasted like that."

Chen Yang wiped his face, and wiped it again, not quite used to the lost and recovered collagen.

"It's still necessary to suspend classes for a week. Now I don't think everyone mentions Zhang." Chen Yang was taken aback, no wonder the atmosphere in the class just now was not at all depressed.

The inexperienced teenagers have a fast metabolism and strong emotional coverage. After a week, the touch brought about by the death of a new classmate has almost diluted.

Jiang Wei got up and put the chair inside, and Chen Yang walked out of the classroom with him.

Chen Yang took his own lunch box outside the window sill, and when he turned around, he found that the plaid shirt inside Jiang Wei's school uniform in the corridor had turned into a sweater.He snapped the lid of the lunch box, strode towards the edge of the corridor and looked down, the leaves were all yellow.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wei asked.

"It's nothing, I see that there are not many people in the cafeteria." Chen Yang said.

Jiang Wei walked forward, Chen Yang lagged a little behind and quickly looked for a chance to check his mobile phone, more than a month passed.It is the first day of November, and school is over at noon on Monday.

Chen Yang noticed Jiang Mo stopped in the corner next to the stairs, he approached and said, "Why don't you go down?"

"Class 3 and Class 4 are delayed again, there are too many people, I will wait." Jiang Mo said.

Chen Yang looked at the empty corridors and corridors, feeling a chill hit his head and heart, he pulled the zipper of his school uniform jacket to the top, and bit the zipper head.

There are similar clichés in ghost stories, such as when one person gets on an empty bus, another says it is full.

What Jiang Wei just said has the same cooling effect in summer.

"Fuck me, I left late on purpose, why are there so many people now?!" Zhong Qi came over and scratched his head frantically, and he grabbed Jiang Wei, "Squad leader, there will be more people in the cafeteria later, queue up Die! By the time I’m in the queue, all the delicious dishes are gone! Hurry up!”

Chen Yang saw the dark and strong Zhong Qi leading the gentle Jiang Wei downstairs.There seemed to be a lot of people going downstairs in the corridor, and Zhong Qi shouted as he squeezed: "Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me!"

"Damn! Someone stepped on my foot!" Zhong Qi screamed.

Chen Yang only saw Zhong Qi and Jiang Wei from the beginning to the end, and he could tell that those two were not acting. He gritted his teeth by biting the zipper, and remembered the piece of wind blowing in the playground. Dust, stones flying out.

There were also many people walking at that time.There are not only senior one (Class 1) on the playground, but also other classes.

That's why more than 30 of them lined up, and the assembled music was still playing on the radio, and it took a while before they were replaced.

That is waiting for other classes to gather and for all classes to form a team.

Chen Yang spat out the zipper end and went downstairs. At first, he was still thinking that there was only one class in the whole school, what kind of abnormalities would the teacher and sixteen students show, but it turned out that they did not.

In the eyes of the taskers, the school is only Class One (1), and those people live a normal campus life, and time does not fast forward or jump, and it moves forward normally.

Chen Yang went to meet his teammates at the entrance of the cafeteria. He revealed his discovery and analysis in waves of delicious food.

Everyone has a mobile phone, and they all know about the time issue, and they can also see the jumping changes of the seasons, but they don't easily find the same table to investigate, fearing that they will expose themselves or involve side missions.

A few people are lucky enough to think that it is best to get in the end.

"Two timelines." Chen Yang said, "We are on a timeline that fast forwards and suddenly jumps, while the dozen or so students and teachers are on a normal timeline."

"The timeline we follow is based on the events." Baitang continued, "The time is normal during the class, and the 10-minute inter-class exercise time between going to the playground and returning to the classroom is also normal. After the 10 minutes are over It was supposed to be the third class, but it was skipped directly, and it became normal when the class bell rang, and fast-forwarded and jumped again after class, from mid-to-late September to early November.”

The pair of girlfriends looked at me and looked at you. They couldn't understand what the professor said. They whispered, "Professor, can you explain it to us again?"

Baitang summed it up: "Our timeline is following a certain person. The part of time that flows normally is the part that person wants to feel, and the rest will be skipped."

Chen Yang said: "It's like watching a movie, the plot that doesn't interest you will be fast forwarded."

Only then did everyone understand the trick.When they recall high school now, they will find that some things have been remembered due to various factors, while some things have long been forgotten and forgotten.The normal or jump of the timeline is almost the same.

The 19 people at the entrance of the cafeteria were silent for a while.

"Why didn't you talk all of a sudden, and the group is silent?" Wen Qing grabbed Jin Xiao's long left arm, lifted his school uniform cuff and looked at his watch, "The time is running normally."

Chen Yang thought about it: "For that person, this is something that must exist, so he didn't jump over it."

"It's just eating in the cafeteria after school at noon, why not skip it?" Qian Han muttered puzzled.

"Maybe noon on this day has a special meaning to that person." Chen Yang concluded, "The things that don't skip the time are the self-introduction at the beginning of school, exercises between classes, the first Chinese class, and the noon on the first day of November. "

"Then here comes the important point," Wen Qing said exaggeratedly, "So, whose timeline is this?" He stood on the steps beside the flower bed, his back facing the sun, with a pure and harmless smile on his face, "We In whose memory..."

Wen Qing suddenly pointed out: "Student Lin, you answer!"

Lin Chengye was distracted, he was startled when he heard Wen Qing's shout: "What?"

"You can't be half-hearted." Wen Qing put on a gesture of kind reminder, "If you are unlucky, you will die."

Lin Chengye smiled dryly: "I will pay attention, thank you Mr. Wen for your advice."

"Be polite, please be polite. We are all classmates, and we should help each other." Wen Qing waved his hand and repeated the question.

Lin Chengye said, "The head teacher."

"The task prompts 'Don't delay others if you don't learn', this is what the teacher said from the perspective of the teacher." He has reasons and evidence, and the logic is online.

Chen Yang glanced at Lin Chengye, this person provoked a certain nerve in Wenqing as soon as he appeared on the stage, and he still didn't know why.

After becoming a high school student, Lin Chengye was still fat and white, and people looked at him and wanted to pinch his face and rub it a few times. With this appearance, he was easy to be popular with.

Regarding Lin Chengye's statement, there were voices of approval and voices of refutation in the team.

"Yes, I also want to say that Li Gui is him!"

"But when Xiao Zhang died, the head teacher was on the podium."

"Avatar technique."

"..."

A girl with a ponytail said: "My thoughts are the same as Mr. Lin's. The mission prompt reveals the identity of Li Gui. It's either the head teacher or another teacher."

Her name is Yang Xue, and she also has the face of a domineering student, and she is a talented woman with good grades and a classic appearance, as if she can take out a guqin and play it at any time.

Listening to everyone's discussions, Chen Yang's stomach growled. He felt like he had been in class all morning. The smell in the cafeteria wafted in front of him, fish-flavored shredded pork, kelp and winter melon soup, fried pork with cauliflower...

Baitang watched Chen Yang swallow his saliva, he hesitated and lightly touched the other's sleeve: "Why don't you go in and cook first?"

"It's okay, I can still hold on." Chen Yang said.

Seeing Chen Yang's insistence, Bai Tang did not try to persuade them any further. They were not familiar with each other yet. If Xiang Dong was here, he might be able to help them connect... No, Bai Tang came to his senses and frowned lightly at himself, Xiang Dong would only talk to Chen Yang Form a small team and don't care about his life.

"The death condition of this task is not to disturb others' studies." Bai Tang suppressed the untimely disappointment, "The task is to finish high school here?"

"It's very possible that the timeline jumps like this." Wen Qing's face was full of anticipation, "Is that a slogan with a [-]-day countdown to the college entrance examination? I haven't seen it before, it must be very exciting!"

Everyone: "..."

Qian Han felt like the sky was falling: "My God, if you want to take the college entrance examination, how long will you have to stay here, and you are only in the first year of high school now."

"It's coming soon," Qian Qin said, "The final exam of the first semester of senior high school is coming soon."

The atmosphere was a little suffocating.

"Should skip it, right? The exam is boring and meaningless, and the master of the timeline will definitely skip it." Qian Han, a scumbag, grabbed his brother's hand.

"The teacher likes it." The scumbag Zeng Jin poured cold water on him, and Qian Han also poured cold water on himself, "If it is really like what Mr. Lin and Ms. Yang said, this is the timeline and memory of a certain teacher, the final exam should..."

"Stop it!" Lin Chengye, another scumbag, stopped him loudly.

"That's right, it's only November, it's meaningless to say that now." Someone immediately echoed unbearably.

So this question hastily began to end in a hurry, showing the ratio of the top students and the scumbags in the team.

Chen Yang walked into the cafeteria, he turned his head and said, "By the way, my deskmate Jiang Wei is the class monitor, and during the skipped time, there is an election for class cadres."

"You are the representative of the mathematics class." Qian Han saw the needle, the needle was thick and long, and Chen Yang was almost vomiting blood to death. He wiped the blood that did not exist at the corner of his mouth, "I am mentally prepared."

Chen Yang turned to ask Qian Han where the news came from.

Qian Han scratched the back of his head: "I asked about it from Wang Juan when I went downstairs after school." He looked at the absent-minded Chen Yang, "Mr. Chen, are you bad at math?"

Chen Yang smiled: "What should I say? I am a liberal arts student, and I have been a liberal arts student for many years."

Everyone: "..." That's fine, needless to say.

Wen Qing ran down the steps and approached Chen Yang: "Handsome guy, you are so miserable."

"I want to eat now, and I'll think about countermeasures after eating." Chen Yang was so hungry that stars floated in front of his eyes. He wanted to turn his head and ask Chao Jian what to eat, but the words were swallowed by him, bitter and astringent.

Looking at Chen Yang's expression, Wen Qing knew that he was thinking of Chao Jian, and his habits were terrible: "If someone asks you to talk about math problems, if you don't know how to talk about it, does it count as delaying the other party's study?"

"It's fine to just tell the other party that I don't know it." Chen Yang said, "If you don't know it and pretend to know it, and waste other people's time playing around with others, then it won't work."

Wen Qing watched Chen Yang walk towards a window, he raised an eyebrow at Jin Xiao, don't worry if you hear me.

Jin Xiaochang said as it should: "Qingqing, go and cook for me."

"I still want to say that." Wen Qing grinned, "The old method is rock-paper-scissors, the one who wins will cook for the opponent, and the winner will be determined."

Jin Xiao curled his lips together: "Come."

A few seconds later, Wen Qing went to the window with two lunch boxes, her whole body was frighteningly gloomy and angry, but she was still willing to admit defeat, because adults should be responsible for their actions.

This is the definition of his life, and once he makes a decision, he has to bear the consequences.

There are two windows for cooking food, and the ones at the back are all selling vegetables. Chen Yang can only see a dozen people coming in and out, but there are only a few rice buckets and a lot of vegetables left.

Even though this scene could bring back memories of his student days, Chen Yang still felt terrified.

Chen Yang ate three or two meals, two meat and one vegetarian, the lunch box was full, he took a bite, and felt that it tasted like school.

Wen Qing deliberately threw Jin Xiao's long lunch box at the window, and he took his own to find Chen Yang.

"You still eat this dish." Wen Qing pointed at Chen Yang's beef stew with potatoes.

Chen Yang asked with his eyes.

Wen Qing said, "You have been eating for more than 20 days in a row."

Chen Yang swallowed the food in his mouth: "Is there any?"

Wen Qing said meaningfully: "Yes."

Chen Yang's shell began to shatter, and the fragile parts were exposed. His face became younger, but his eyes did not become green. What he had experienced and what he was waiting for were all in his eyes.

Chao Jian likes beef stew with potatoes, and he will order it when he sees it.

"I'll tell you Lao Jin's contact information when I go back." Wen Qing pouted.

Chen Yang thanked him. With Wen Qing's personality, he is only interested in interesting things.

What is the meaning of other people's love? Wen Qing took the initiative to do this step and has done his best.

Chen Yangruo glanced at Jin Xiaochang who was not far away, planning something.

Everyone stood in front of the teaching building to eat lunch, and most of them couldn't taste the food.

"We have to check the clues quickly while the time is not fast forwarding, dancing or class."

Baitang only ate a portion of rice but not vegetables. He took a spoon with his slender fingers and dug a little bit of rice into his mouth, chewed slowly and said, "Since the first suspect is the head teacher, let's start with him." .”

Qian Han sat on the steps to eat, stuffed a lot in his mouth, and said vaguely: "He is in the dormitory building now!"

"Then." Yang Xue pointed to one place.

The homeroom teacher came here with a water bottle, a black jacket over the striped blue jacket, and glasses with thin feet.

"It's best to go to the dormitory with him." Baitang said.

"That's good, I can take the opportunity to observe the details of his life." Yang Xue looked at his teammates one by one, and said the key to the problem, "It's just that it's not appropriate for us to go find him together."

"I'll go." Chen Yang picked up the food and ate the last piece of beef, "I'm a top student who is partial to subjects, halfway through the first semester, and I have mental problems, he will guide me well .”

After saying that, he put the lid on the lunch box and handed it to Wen Qing: "Help me hold it."

Wen Qing asked with his eyes, is it ok?

Chen Yang rubbed his hair and strode towards the head teacher.

In the team, there are those who are worried, those who are thinking about investigating from other places, and those who have peace of mind and are willing to reach out, waiting for others to take risks in exchange for clues.

Wen Qing slanted one corner of his mouth in disgust. He didn't care about other people's life or death, and he didn't expect others to save him.

And some people not only want to be wise and protect themselves, but also want to get rescue and help in times of crisis.

That would be boring.

"Get out of the way." Wen Qing kicked away a mentally handicapped person and walked in front of Jin Xiaochang, "Go under the tree over there."

The tail sound was still floating in the air, so he left.

Jin Xiao walked slowly, and he wore the same black and white school uniform, showing an aristocratic aura of haute couture.

Under the tree, Wen Qing sat cross-legged, his eyes fell on Jin Xiaochang: "Why don't you go to the dormitory?"

"What am I going to do?" Jin Xiaochang stood in the shadow of the tree, his pale face was cut into bright and dark porcelain by the fine sunlight.

"You are of mixed race and don't adapt to the school environment. Isn't that something to talk about?" Wen Qing said.

"Qingqing, you are stupid." Jin Xiaochang looked down at him and said amusedly, "I live in harmony with my classmates in class, how can I not get used to it?"

Wen Qing: "..." He exclaimed pretendingly, "You are my teacher, and I learned my acting skills from you."

Jin Xiao raised the tail of his eyes: "When will the apprenticeship ceremony be made up?"

The corners of Wen Qing's eyes twitched, he shook his head and smacked his lips, the surname Jin was so boring.

"You've changed, Qingqing." Just as Jin Xiaochang started, Wen Qing interrupted, "There are bugs on your head."

Jin Xiaochang: "You put Chen Yang into your world."

"It's poop." Wen Qing made a disgusted expression.

Jin Xiaochang continued: "Don't you need friends?"

Wen Qing's eyes darkened: "Okay, I'll turn my face if I talk about it again." He snorted coldly, "Old Jin, I can't beat you, my brother Yang might give it a try, and even if he can't win, he can save you some blood."

"Besides, there is no knife here, so if you use it up..."

Before the word "Banban" could be said, a cold light flashed in Wen Qing's pupils.

Jin Xiaochang held a utility knife that he got from somewhere, rubbed the blade out with his fingertips, and then buckled it back.

"Qingqing."

"Hey!" Wen Qing had a big smile on his face, "Brother Jin, we want friendship from our classmates."

"Promise." Jin Xiaochang put the utility knife back into his pocket.

Wen Qing's smile remained undiminished, the utility knife could not cut off the head, but could cut the artery, the blood was rushed out, like a fountain.

The autumn wind in the afternoon is warm and less bleak.

Jin Xiaochang's eyes flicked from the direction of the dormitory building, and Wen Qing's slow voice sounded next to his ears: "You know that Chen Yang is going to join this mission, and you also know that I will be one of the members, so you came in with me, your purpose is Chen Yang, you are assessing his ability and will protect him if necessary."

"You don't like him, but you don't want him to die, ah, I'm wrong, you can't, because he is related to Chao Jian's life."

Wen Qing met the man's eyes that seemed to see through everything, and let him approach her devastated soul, "The above are all my intuition, how many points can I get?"

Jin Xiaochang's answer was a piece of braised pork.

Wen Qing looked at the meat in the lunch box, not knowing what he was thinking, he made a disgusted voice for a while: "Too fat."

At the same time, Qian Han and Qian Qin were eating in the classroom.

Several students were there, including Wang Juan.

When she peeked at him for the third time, Qian Han "heyed" and kicked his brother with his foot under the table.

Qian Qin looked over.

Qian Han winked at him, I'm going!

Qian Qin looked around the classroom, no one was studying at this time, he said "um", and followed his younger brother with most of his attention.

Qian Han swallowed a few mouthfuls of rice, got up, walked to the empty seat behind Wang Juan, sat down, and tapped the back of her chair.

Wang Juan looked back at him, looking left and right.

Qian Han whispered, "Aren't you going to take a nap in the dormitory?"

"Can't sleep." Wang Juan asked with the same volume, "How about you?"

Qian Han said, "I can't sleep either."

Wang Juan straightened her hair: "There are still two months until the final exam, time flies so fast."

Qian Han agrees very much: "It's fast." It's still autumn, and it might be winter.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Wang Juan suddenly became busy, arranging the desks and pockets. Qian Han was afraid that she would spread the exercise book in front of him and ask him, "Can you do this question?"

Qian Han looked at the girl's cute baby face: "I heard from a friend of mine that our class makes their class envious."

Wang Juan: "Huh?"

"Hello old class." Qian Han said.

Wang Juan blinked: "Oh oh oh, the old class is very good, he is a good person, and he is also a good teacher, that is..."

Qian Han leaned forward and got closer: "What is it?"

"I don't know how to describe it." Wang Juan saw two boys looking this way as if heckling, she scratched her cheek shyly, "He really wants us to be fine."

Qian Han looked at her directly: "I don't understand."

"It means that we should study hard and make progress every day." Wang Juan's face flushed.

"Understood." Qian Han smiled a little dumbfounded, "All the teachers in the world hope so."

"That's right, don't all the teachers want their class to have a 100% admission rate." Wang Juan took the plastic cup on the table and unscrewed it.

Qian Han quickly sorted out the information.

Wang Juan took a few sips of water, and for some reason, her body suddenly twitched.

Qian Han was taken aback: "You..."

The blush on Wang Juan's face had long faded away, the blood vessels on her neck were pulsating one by one, her face was blue, her limbs were twitching constantly, but her eyes were blank, she didn't understand what was wrong with her.

"Ah..." Painful groans overflowed from her mouth, and the cup fell onto her lap unsteadily, and all the water spilled out, dripping down sparsely.

Qian Han stood up abruptly, and his brother also rushed to his side at that moment.

"Brother, she..." Qian Han swallowed dryly, Qian Qin grabbed his arm and took him away from the seat.

Several other students in the class heard movement approaching.

"Wang Juan, what's wrong with you?"

The cup fell from her lap to her feet, and Wang Juan couldn't sit still and fell to the ground. Zhong Qi, who reacted quickly, caught her in time.

"Hello!" Zhong Qi was in a hurry, not daring to touch the girl's body.

"Ho ho..." Wang Juan's pupils shrank, her whole body trembled, and she had difficulty breathing.

"Damn it! I have to send her to the infirmary!" Zhong Qi shouted.

A boy came to help him, and the two planned to help Wang Juan to the infirmary.

"Wang Juan? Wang Juan?! Can you hear us? No, she can't go, I'll carry her on my back." Zhong Qi's dark face was full of anxiety and worry, "Put her on my back."

The boy and the other two were about to touch Wang Juan when she suddenly retched.

"It's bad! She's going to vomit!"

"vomit--"

Wang Juan's hands and feet were cramping, and she spit out a large puddle of foul-smelling liquid with her mouth wide open.