Natural black penetrates into infinite flow

Xia Mingchi and Lu Qihuai walked in at the same time, only to see that the desks inside were covered with thick dust.

On one of the tables, a pen was writing vigorously.

[The Chinese teacher is writing a lesson plan, you can hand in your homework now. 】

Xia Mingchi handed over the notebook in his hand, "Teacher, this is the summer homework for the first year of high school."

"Okay, you can put it on the ground first." The pen stopped and found that there were many people around Xia Mingchi.

"Lu Qihuai, what's the matter?"

Lu Qihuai said: "Teacher, I suggest that our class and Class 9 hold a study meeting..."

"No need," the pen interrupted him, "Just be obedient and put all your energy into brushing the questions, don't think about anything else."

Lu Qihuai: "Yes."

The Chinese teacher was very impatient: "Go out if you have nothing to do."

Xia Mingchi and Lu Qihuai came out of the office, and Zhou Zheng and Zheng Bin, who were on guard at the door, hurried up.

Zhou Zheng: "Nothing unusual, right?"

Xia Mingchi: "Not yet."

The class bell rang, and several boys quickened their pace. Wang Siqi and Meng Yijie's class was next to class (10). They briefly met each other at the door of the classroom, and then hurried back.

The previously empty classrooms became the same again, and the students sat in their seats and wrote their summer homework seriously.

The TV hanging in the upper left corner of the classroom suddenly turned on, and a thick-haired, fat middle-aged man was sitting inside.

"Students, stop your hands. Next is the regular school opening meeting. Please welcome the dean to speak!" The narrator on the TV said.

The students put down their pens and began to applaud.

Xia Mingchi looked out the window, and there was warm applause from other classes outside.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The dean coughed twice, and the campus became quiet again.

"I know that my classmates are working very hard on my papers.

But you have to be clear that summer vacation is a good opportunity to overtake on corners!Now that the holidays have passed, you are ushering in the second year of high school, so you must show more enthusiasm to study! "

The dean spoke impassionedly, stopped to pick up the thermos cup next to him, and drank water to moisten his throat.

While he was drinking water, the students around him burst into applause again.

"So, when it comes to studying, I really want to talk about it. How should we study? With what advantage does X High School have the number one enrollment rate all year round?"

The dean's tone and wording reminded Xia Mingchi of his high school days. It really deserves to be an immersive game.

"That is to do the quizzes, do a lot of quizzes! Only by seeing a lot can you know a lot!"

Depend on.This game planner will not be an alumni of himself, right?Xia Ming thought too late.

"Make [-] May [-]rd exercise books! You will enter the gate of a key university!" The dean spit in front of the camera.

Ten thousand copies...?Are you serious?

"The monitors of each class, please work hard, and distribute the May [-]rd exercise booklet to the students, and everyone will start to study the questions after my speech. Remember, use every minute and every second to do one more question. Okay, I'll stop here, thank you guys!"

The TV screen is off, and there are several stacks of books on the podium.

As the monitor of class 10 in the second year of high school, Zhou Zheng went to the podium to hand out the May [-] exercise booklets one by one.

There was the sound of flipping books in the classroom, and the students who got the books wrote their names and began to write quickly.

Xia Mingchi took a rough look at the booklet from beginning to end. It contained the knowledge of various subjects in high school, and the last answer page was torn off.

Several players looked at each other, since the plot has progressed here, let's write.

In reality, Xia Mingchi's grades have always been good, and these questions are not difficult for him.

"Thousands of mountains and birds are flying, ()."

Xia Mingchi wrote "Thousands of Paths and People's Traces Extinct". The moment he completed the correct answer, he felt his eyes were attracted by a magnet and stuck to the paper.

The neatly printed characters suddenly floated up and began to rotate in a clockwise direction, slowly turning into a whirlpool.A black hole was formed in the center of the vortex, and the black hole continued to expand, and the rotation speed of the characters gradually increased, as if it was going to suck him in.

Xia Mingchi felt dizzy, so he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

When I opened my eyes again, the book was still the same without any abnormality.

Then English word spelling.

"Learning, s()."

Xia Mingchi wrote stupid. After finishing writing, he stared at the paper for a while, but the words were still printed on the page.It turns out that the exception is only triggered when the correct answer is written.

He observed the deskmate beside him, and saw that the deskmate seemed to have been pressed the accelerator button, his skin was flushed, his forehead was sweating, his temples were bursting with veins, he was writing fast, and he was hunched over the desk.

It was like 3 minutes before the end of the exam, but I didn't have time to draw the answer sheet.

"Can you explain this question to me?" Xia Mingchi asked.

The deskmate was suddenly interrupted, very unhappy, stopped writing and glanced at Xia Mingchi's exercise book hurriedly, and covered his book with his left hand angrily, very impatiently.

"Although your grades are better than mine, I still want to say, don't disturb others to do the questions casually! I won't either! You can ask others!"

Xia Mingchi said: "But I just saw that you wrote everything..."

"I..." The deskmate stopped staring at Xia Mingchi, the redness on his face faded, and the mist in his eyes dissipated, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Hey, what are you asking me?"

Xia Mingchi pointed to the exercise book, and the deskmate looked at the hand covering the answer inexplicably, moved it away, and pushed the book to Xia Mingchi's side, completely different from the irritable state just now.

"You don't know this question yet? Let me tell you. There are three methods. The first one..."

The deskmate picked up the draft paper and started to calculate.

"That's it in the end." The deskmate looked at the back door with his eyes, and then lowered his voice, "Yes, I will tell you again, but don't be seen by the dean, he doesn't like us discussing problems in class. "

Xia Mingchi smiled and said, "Yes, thank you."

Therefore, the correct answer cannot be written in the exercise book, because the correct answer will make people more and more popular.And interrupting the questions can prevent addiction, but whether this method will be effective in the future is temporarily unknown.

There was still some time before get out of class ended, so Xia Mingchi had no choice but to write down the answers casually.

However, it is quite painful to write casually. After studying for many years, you can always fill in the correct ones.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, the three-session evening self-study ended.

Xia Mingchi started to pack his things, but saw that the whole class except a few players got up, and everyone else was writing May Three.

"Hey, you're not going back?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously.In fact, it doesn't matter whether you go back to the dormitory or not. What's important is that it's recess. According to the reaction during the day, all the student NPCs will disappear during the recess.

But now they are all sitting in the classroom.

"Our grades are poor, so of course we keep doing the questions." A boy said.

Zhou Zheng suddenly felt that the other party was angry with him, but this level of provocation was not enough to make him angry. Zhou Zheng took off his coat and put it on his shoulders, "Cut~"

He wrote a ball of paper and threw it to Xia Mingchi who was closest to him.

Zhou Zheng: What should we do now, go back?

Xia Mingchi: I want to wait a little longer, since the students won't disappear, let's see if something else happens later.

Zhou Zheng: All right then.

Sitting in the middle, Zheng Bin saw Xia Mingchi and Zhou Zheng passing the note, and threw an eraser at Xia Mingchi without any intention of leaving.

Xia Mingchi turned his head and told him with his lips, wait.

Lu Qihuai, who was sitting in the back row, also caught this information and continued to write the question.

Outside the classroom, two girls seemed to be looking for someone.

Zhou Zheng stretched his waist and stood up, "Hey~ The school belle came to find me in love, don't be too envious!"

While talking, he stuffed Xia Mingchi's reply note into Wang Siqi's hand.Wang Siqi and Meng Yijie went back.

After 10 minutes, the sound of writing in the class stopped, as if someone pressed the pause button in a movie, and the world froze at this moment.

Zhou Zheng: "Hold the grass!"

The voice is very small, but because the classroom is quiet, his voice is very clear.

After Zhou Zheng finished speaking, he subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands. He turned around and found that his companions were calmer than him.

Xia Mingchi closed the book, "We are going to other classes to confirm now."

Wang Siqi and Meng Yijie ran out of class (11) in a panic, and after seeing their companions, they said, "All the students in the class are stuck."

Sweeping through all the classes upstairs one by one, all the students inside are in a state of stillness.

If time is a continuous river, their time is anchored at this moment.

Zhou Zheng said without hesitation, "Someone practiced sunflower acupuncture?"

Zheng Bin said: "Don't joke around at this time."

Xia Mingchi: "Which one of you has a watch? Check the time. It's probably when the stop appeared."

Lu Qihuai: "It's ten o'clock in the evening, and my time is running normally."

"What are you doing now?" Meng Yijie finally spoke. This was the first time she took the initiative to communicate with others besides reading the broadcast script.

"We have to see how long the stagnation lasts," Xia Mingchi said, "Go back to the class and wait."

None of them were newbies, and they understood that they should not be distracted at this time, so they sat down again.

Waiting itself is a particularly tormenting thing, especially when there is no internet or mobile phone, the speed of time seems to be weakened.

I don't know if a monster will appear at this time, swallowing people while they are drowsy.

Xia Mingchi sighed, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the night is full of murder and arson.

A ball of paper was thrown over, hit Xia Mingchi on the head, and bounced off the table to the ground.

Xia Mingchi leaned over to pick up the ball of paper, and recognized that the handwriting on it belonged to Zheng Bin.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

This sentence should be changed, with you, I am afraid.

The boy sneered helplessly, crumpled the paper, and threw it directly into the trash can beside the podium.

Do you want to believe someone who killed yourself?

He didn't know that Zheng Bin had this kind of thinking, whether it was to win over or form a team with sincerity, it was hard for him to trust Zheng Bin anymore.

He had seen a similar scene on TV before, being killed by his best friend.But that was a TV series, and I didn't know how frightening and desperate it was until I experienced it myself.

The knife pierced in, the sound of cutting flesh, the pain was so painful that he couldn't control his body, and kept twitching.

And blood, shocking red...

The memories formed by all these were firmly imprinted in his mind and body, making it impossible for him not to hate Zheng Bin.

Invisibly, one hand pressed the start button, and the students around started to do the questions.

A hand tapped Xia Mingchi's desktop lightly, stretched out his wrist, and the sports watch displayed the time "23:00".

Lu Qihuai said: "Eleven o'clock, one hour apart."

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Note: "Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people in thousands of paths disappear." From Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue".

"The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, murder and set fire to the sky" comes from Dai Yuanhuai's "拊 Palm Record".