Natural black penetrates into infinite flow

Zhou Zheng and Zheng Bin finished cleaning and took a rest for a while.

After dawn, the wake-up call sounded, and the students began to clean up and wash up.

In the morning reading, there was a muffled sound of reading in the classroom. Different students read different content, and they couldn't hear anything clearly when mixed together, which made people drowsy even more.

Zhou Zheng intends to use this time to catch up on sleep, anyway, he is playing the poor student in the dungeon.

Although he will be squeezed by other students from time to time, he has a high degree of freedom anyway, so he doesn't have to hold it like an outstanding student, such as Lu Qihuai.Zhou Zheng lay prone on the book and covered his face with the exercise book.

Xia Mingchi was still thinking about yesterday's problem and opened the May [-] exercise book.

The question is still the original question, but all the answers have disappeared.

This situation should be the most frustrating thing encountered in high school, right?

Xia Mingchi immediately wrote a ball of paper and threw it at Zhou Zheng, asking Zhou Zheng to confirm his homework.

Zhou Zheng saw clearly the content on the ball of paper, and hurriedly searched for the title book from a pile of books.After turning a few pages, the boy turned around and shook his head at Xia Mingchi.

No.

The school bully stood up and flipped through other people's workbooks one by one. This behavior caused strong dissatisfaction among some students.

"You scumbag, don't use chicken feathers as arrows. Look at your grades at the bottom of the crane. What qualifications do you have to check other people's homework?"

"That's right, calling me 'monitor' is just for the dean's sake, who do you think you are? Trash!"

"A poor student is a poor student, and we can't get on the table if we squeeze in."

The students began to choke on Zhou Zheng again, speaking sharply, and some even snatched their own exercise books from Zhou Zheng's hand.

Zhou Zheng went smoothly in reality and never met a difficult classmate.His character design is a school bully and a scumbag, but the words of these NPCs are too harsh.

Although he was heartless, his malicious words were like knives, piercing Zhou Zheng's heart fiercely.

Fortunately, it was just a game. If there were such students in reality, he swore that he would beat up those who could not speak first, and then transfer to another school immediately!

Zhou Zheng blushed, took off his school uniform jacket and draped it over his shoulders, showing his non-existent biceps to other students.

He was cursing like a punk.

"Do you understand the divine right of kings??? I am the class monitor personally selected by the dean, and it is only natural to check the students' homework!"

The good old man Xia Mingchi hurriedly jumped out to smooth things over, "Everyone, stop arguing, and the class monitor spot-checks homework is also stipulated by the teacher."

The students looked at Xia Mingchi, although their eyes were hesitant, the classroom was quiet.

Xia Mingchi: "If you don't believe me, you can ask the dean yourself, but what I want to say is that he doesn't like troublesome people."

As soon as the words fell, those unconvinced students had no choice but to accept, "Okay, just check."

"Yes, we have been working hard on May [-]rd last night, and we can both testify."

Xia Mingchi said again: "Then continue with your morning reading."

After speaking, he sat back on his seat and began to read aloud: "Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teachers, so preaching and accepting karma to solve doubts..."

The other students followed suit, and Zhou Zheng checked all the exercise books smoothly.

The school bell rang.

The class was empty, with only four people left.

Zheng Bin walked over to Zhou Zheng impatiently, "The homework of others is also empty?"

Obviously, when Zhou Zheng was looking for something, he also noticed the problem with the exercise book.

After opening it, I almost fainted. The wrong answers I worked so hard to write yesterday are all gone!

Zhou Zheng said, "Yes."

Wang Siqi and Meng Yijie came to Class 10 of Senior Two.

Wang Siqi frowned, "With the current state, I'm afraid we won't even be able to finish a complete May [-]rd book, let alone [-] copies."

Xia Mingchi thought about it, "So the focus of customs clearance is definitely not on doing the questions. The [-] copies are just a game setting to bluff people. It should be related to doing the questions. By the way, will you still go to the broadcasting room?"

Meng Yijie said: "I don't know, the time to go is not fixed, and the praise and criticism are placed on the table in the broadcasting room."

Zhou Zheng told the two girls about meeting A Piao in the boys' dormitory in the early morning.

Wang Siqi suggested: "We can mobilize the relationships around us and ask the school if there are any students who jumped off the building in the past two years."

Xia Mingchi sat on the table, and quickly turned the black gel pen with his right hand, "This is the direction. Also, do you have professional courses in your specialty classes?"

Wang Siqi shook her head, her ponytail flicking back and forth.

"No, it's really strange that we are all studying the questions just like the culture class."

Lu Qihuai concluded: "So for this school, whether it is a specialty class or a cultural class, music, body, and beauty have been excluded from the normal teaching scope."

Zheng Bin felt that what Lu Qihuai said was nonsense.

"It's just a game. Do you really think it's a real school? Besides, isn't it normal for a high school in real life to only take cultural courses? Didn't your physical education class be taken?"

"I have, but it's not as extreme as the game. The teachers don't come to class." Xia Mingchi said.

Ah Piao's words reminded him that the content of the dungeon's story is hidden, and after the first two scripts, Xia Mingchi can keenly perceive that the NPCs in the script have flesh and blood and have their own lives and stories.

If you just treat the characters in the game as codes and don't empathize with the characters, it may be difficult to find the breaking point.

Always brushing the questions like this is not only tiring, but also very depressing.Under the tremendous pressure, some people must not adapt and develop emotions.So some students couldn't persevere and jumped off the building?

This is speculation, and you can also expand your thinking in this regard.

The players still wanted to chat more, the recess time was over, and Wang Siqi and Meng Yijie returned to their classrooms.

The empty campus was instantly filled with students, and Xia Mingchi had to write the question again.

There is a big break between the second and third classes in the morning, and the system appears to remind the players.

[It's running time, students, please gather at the playground. 】

[Please Wang Siqi and Meng Yijie, two students from class 11 of senior high school, come to the school broadcasting station as soon as possible. 】

The six players met each other at the door of the classroom and hurriedly separated.The boys went to the playground to run exercises, and the girls went to the radio station to read manuscripts.

The school playground is a standard runway, and there is a dark-skinned man in sportswear standing on the runway.

[Physical education teacher surnamed Liu, serious and earnest, doesn't like students who run slowly. 】

With a gloomy face, Teacher Liu watched the boys standing in front of her in a row according to their height.

"You have to run ten laps."

Zhou Zheng frowned. Although four kilometers is not difficult for him, the weird thing is, which school can run four kilometers?College physical test boys only run 1000 meters.

"Teacher... Could this be too far away..."

Teacher Liu glanced at Zhou Zheng, his eyes were very unfriendly.He had one hand on his hip, and the tendon on his arm made Zhou Zheng's heart skip a beat.

"I didn't designate the standards for running exercises. If you have any questions, you should report to the dean. It doesn't count if I say so."

"Get ready, run!" Teacher Liu ordered, and the four boys began to run around the playground.

Xia Mingchi had the habit of exercising during college, and four kilometers was nothing to him.

The others are all veterans of horror games. Being able to pass the first few levels shows that they are excellent in both intelligence and physical fitness.

Teacher Liu led the queue at the beginning, but later found that the students' pace had not slowed down, but was even faster, so she left the queue and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker beside her.

"One two one, one two one, one two three—four!"

Xia Mingchi and the others shouted, "One two one, one two one, one two three—four!"

After running and exercising, Xia Mingchi wiped the sweat off his brow.Lu Qihuai ran up from behind and took out a handkerchief.

?

Lu Qihuai said with a smile: "My character is clean and I always carry a handkerchief with me. But in fact, I don't have the habit of using handkerchiefs. You sweat a lot, so you can use them."

Xia Mingchi was a little embarrassed, his skin was very fair, his cheeks turned pink when he got hot, and even his ears were stained with a thin layer of pink.

"I can just wipe it casually. Since your personality is clean, it is even more impossible to give the handkerchief you carry with you to others."

Zhou Zheng squeezed over, he was also sweating profusely, his zipper was open, his hair was wet like a hedgehog.

Zhou Zheng put his arms on the shoulders of the two of them casually, "Hey, you don't need a handkerchief? Then I will use it, thank you Brother Lu."

As he spoke, he reached out and took the handkerchief away, wiping the sweat off his face.

Lu Qihuai's handsome and youthful face flashed a trace of danger that should not be noticed, and a landmine exploded in her black eyes, "You're welcome."

Xia Mingchi didn't notice the change in Lu Qihuai's eyes, and asked instead: "Don't you think the physical education teacher is strange?"

Lu Qihuai: "I feel that from the perspective of the teachers we met, the front-line teachers who teach, the math teacher is a compasses, the Chinese teacher is a pen, and the physical education teacher is a human being."

Zheng Bin: "The physical education teacher has a black face all the time. He looks depressed and frustrated. It is estimated that the class is often occupied."

Xia Mingchi: "Also, what is the last thing a physical education teacher should miss? Don't you think there is something missing from his neck?"

Lu Qihuai & Zhou Zheng & Zheng Bin: "Whistle."

"That's right! Whistle! The physical education teacher will use the whistle to guide the rhythm during exercise!" Zhou Zheng said excitedly.

As soon as they walked to the teaching building, they heard Meng Yijie's cold voice from the radio, without any emotion.

"Praise note: Last Monday, all the students in the third (12) class of senior high school actively participated in the activity of removing small advertisements in the city, licking bricks and tiles to create a clean city appearance, and received unanimous praise. XX TV station specially reported on this."

Then came Wang Siqi's sweet voice.

"Praise note: Han Youzhi from the rocket class in the third year (2) of senior high school picked up the principal's wallet and returned it voluntarily, and offered praise. I hope that all students can learn like Han Youzhi, helping others, and making money."

It's really strange that the two manuscripts this time are all praises, and the characters are all related to the third grade of high school.

Xia Mingchi said: "There are still a few minutes before class, how about... let's go to the third department of high school?"