Lost City [Unlimited]

"Teacher Hu, are you ready for class?"

To this question, Hu Ling answered decisively: "Of course. I am a conscientious teacher of the people."

The man stared at him for a while, then lowered his head again, writing something in the notebook.

Hu Ling wanted to walk over to take a look, but suddenly heard the bell ringing in the campus.

Lingling——!

At the moment when the bell rang, Hu Ling immediately walked towards the classroom.

There are wooden boards nailed to the doors of the three classrooms, and three simple numbers 1, 2, and 3 are written on the wooden boards.Hu Ling stopped next to the door of classroom 2, and then looked back.

The two teachers who were sitting in the office before were holding books in their hands and walking steadily towards this side.One of the teachers turned straight into classroom 1, while the other teacher continued to move forward, and it seemed that he was about to reach the Hu Ling station.

The closer the distance, the brighter the teacher's gaze.It seems that something unknown is about to break through that empty mask and choose to eat someone.

Hu Ling observed calmly, and then stepped into classroom 2 without hesitation, narrowly passing the teacher.

Hu Ling turned his head and smiled at the teacher amidst the ear-piercing bell, "Comrade, you have crossed the line."

The teacher's expression remained unchanged, and there seemed to be black air surging in his eyes.He stared at Hu Ling for a while, his eyes were surprisingly consistent with the teacher who asked Hu Ling if he was ready for class.

Hu Ling looked at the figure who walked into the classroom 3, his eyes were cold for a very short moment.

The ringing stopped abruptly, as abruptly as if someone had suddenly destroyed the sound system.

Hu Ling looked away, then raised a very friendly smile, and walked onto the podium unhurriedly.

He put the teaching notes on the desk, ignored the creepy expressions and gazes of the students below, and said with an unchanged smile: "Okay, before class, the teacher will ask a question first."

The students watched him silently.

The smile on Hu Ling's lips deepened, but his soft voice was like the seductive whisper of the devil in hell: "Did you hand in all your homework yesterday?"

students:"……"

What the hell?Didn't the copy just start?Isn't this our first class?

wrong.

Do we still have to do homework? !

Facts have proved that although the dungeon has only started not long ago, the world view in the dungeon does confirm that Hu Ling's soul just asked.

After all, this was the first class that player Hu Ling had.However, this will never be the first class taught by Mr. Hu Ling.

Yesterday on the plot line, the teacher assigned homework after class, which is very reasonable.

The students who were not banned understood.

they,

I have to hand in my homework.

交，

I don't know what kind of homework it is.

"..."

A suffocating silence spread in the classroom.

Hu Ling seemed to understand something in the silence.He closed his smile, frowned, and said sternly: "You didn't finish yesterday's homework? Then why did you go? Are you worthy of the hard-working parents at home?!"

Then, Hu Ling quoted the classics and did a half-hour mental cleansing for the students without using a single dirty word.As for the remaining time, Hu Ling said: You can make up yesterday's homework for me now.

Students: "..." Teacher, what kind of homework was the homework yesterday!

Hu Ling looked full of hatred: "Can't you even remember the homework you assigned yesterday? Do you think you have Alzheimer's because of your poor memory? Are you old enough? Think! Let me see when you will think about it." stand up!"

And so, the rest of the time passed in eerie silence.

Lingling——!

The ear-piercing bell rang again, and the students all breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions seemed to be less empty.

Finally, it was time to finish class.

"Ahem." Hu Ling stretched out his hand to cover the smile on his lips, and then said with a cold face: "Students, let's do this for today, I hope you will reflect on yourself, and tomorrow, don't fail to hand in homework in groups like this again .Okay, get out of class is over."

students:"……"

They turned their heads in unison like sunflowers to follow Hu Ling's fading figure, and there was a bit of desire in their lifeless eyes——

Teacher, leave yesterday's homework before leaving!

Unfortunately, Hu Ling is not a teacher.He will not soften his heart in the face of these weird NPCs.

What was the homework yesterday?Guess for yourself.

Hu Ling walked out of classroom 2, saw the teachers in classrooms 1 and 3 also come out, and then walked to the office without looking back, as if Hu Ling was a cloud of air.

Hu Ling narrowed his eyes, followed behind them, and walked to the office as well.

According to the prompt, he has now completed the role task and can move freely, and the office looks like there are clues hidden, so it is natural to investigate.

After the two teachers entered the office, they returned to their respective seats and sat down. Then they took out a notebook and wrote something on it with a pen.

Standing at the door, Hu Ling felt that the scene in front of him was exactly the same as the scene he saw when he entered the office for the first time.

Hu Ling stayed in place to observe for a while, then walked in.The five teachers did not respond to this.

The young man walked in at a leisurely pace, the movement of the black pupils was blocked by the drooping eyelash feathers, and the half-closed eyelids made him look a little cold and disgusted.

Not far away, after sitting in the office seat belonging to the teacher, he thought about the content he had just seen, and then put the knowledge points of those different subjects behind him.

——For knowledge that he doesn't "test" and is not interested in, he always takes an attitude of ignoring it.

Hu Ling started to look for clues in this small area naturally and gently, and it didn't take long to search through it thoroughly, and successfully found a clue.

It was a carefully folded sheet of paper contained in a book of poetry.The writing on the paper was not pretty, it was immature, like a primary school student wrote stroke by stroke: [Mr. Hu, I picked your favorite snow butterfly for you.Like a rootless flower, I will always be by your side with my limited and fragile life. 】

snow butterfly.flowers.

The corners of Hu Ling's mouth curled up, his heart was sure.

The white flower in the bottle should be called Snow Butterfly, and it was sent together with a letter by someone who silently admired the teacher.

As for who is that person?The answer is clear at a glance.

The crush and the loved one.

One is dead and one is still alive.

interesting.

Hu Ling folded the piece of paper and put it back, then picked up the poetry collection, and walked to the teacher who asked him the question before.

He glanced at the books piled on the table, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly: "Ms. Li, didn't you ask me to borrow the book yesterday? I finished reading it, so remember to return it to me in a week."

Teacher Li paused, then looked up at Hu Ling: "...Really?"

Hu Ling smiled: "Of course. You can't forget what happened yesterday, right?"

Teacher Li was silent for a moment, took the book of poems, and said in a stiff voice, "Thank you."

Hu Ling waved his hand, "It's not a big deal, as long as you don't let other people see it casually."

He left without even giving a chance to react.

Teacher Li:"……"

The NPC who was also poisoned by "yesterday" had no choice but to put the collection of poems in a drawer, and then plunged into the ocean of transcribing knowledge again.

……

Hu Ling walked around the school, and then went out to the left, close to the city wall and headed for the city gate.

On the way he passed a lake.It's not big, the lake is clear, and there are clusters of white flowers growing on the shore.When the breeze blows, the petals sway, like a group of snow butterflies fluttering their wings.

Great, found the source.

Hu Ling glanced at the alley on the right and tried his best to look away. He could see the crowds coming and going and the street vendors trying their best to shout in the distance.

But in the alley, it was very empty.

Perhaps, he can make a reasonable guess.Last night, Bai Xiuxiu came to the lake to pick snow butterflies, and wanted to give them to the teacher the next day, but she met someone and was killed.

Then, why she came to pick flowers at night is a question worth investigating.

Hu Ling walked through the alley.As if some kind of invisible barrier had been broken, the noisy human voice suddenly entered my ears, as if I had stepped into the world in an instant.

The young man in a blue gown walked slowly in the busy city, his handsome appearance and gentle temperament suddenly attracted the attention of some people inadvertently.

Among these people are NPCs with relatively high intelligence, and there are also... players.

Hu Ling glanced at the slightly embarrassed man in front of the pavement, and easily judged that he was an outsider.

It seems that the most obvious gap between advanced players and junior players is not IQ, but acting skills.

After sighing in his heart, Hu Ling walked in front of the player whose character was a street vendor like a drop of water flowing into a river. Apart from being amazed at his outstanding appearance, he did not arouse any suspicion.

Hu Ling walked like a walk, and after a while, he finally caught the information he wanted from the noisy voices.

"Mom, I want to go to the acrobatic troupe outside the city." A girl acted like a baby while grabbing her mother's clothes.

Mother asked her: "Didn't you go and see it? Just those three tricks, what's so good about it?"

The girl said: "I don't want to go to the show, I want the glass ball."

"The glass balls rewarded by the acrobatic troupe are colorful, so pretty!"

An acrobatic troupe outside the city.Three kinds of performances.Bonus stained glass ball.

Hu Ling extracted the key words, and then sighed: "I didn't expect that I would have to perform acrobatics one day."

That's what he said, but there was a gleam of light in the young man's eyes.Like a meteor falling from the Milky Way, it drags a beautiful and magical tail.

Hu Ling took a step forward, then his eyes sharpened, he turned sharply and took a half step back, and saw a surprised man with his hands raised in the air.

The tense muscles relaxed, and Hu Ling smiled at the visitor: "Brother Yu, we meet again."

Yu Songyuan was surprised for a moment, then withdrew his hand, and said naturally: "Your boy is very alert, you even avoided a pat on the shoulder."

Hu Ling was helpless, "This is a sequelae of the last dungeon, and I am also having a hard time."

Yu Songyuan became interested: "The last copy?"

Hu Ling waved his hand, "Come on, I know how to get the glass ball, let's talk as we walk."