Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

The man in the white coat had a fierce expression, a loud voice, and a majestic posture. Song Zhihui stood up straight reflexively, looking down at his toes.

But after thinking about what he said again, his scalp became numb.

Subconsciously went to see if Zhong Xun was nearby.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Jiang Jian, and he saw that he did not become angry at all from the beginning to the end. He neither rescued Song Zhihui nor defended himself. He just stood silently and remained motionless.

Bad, bad judgment.

The man slapped his forehead violently, turned his head to look at Song Zhifan: "Boy, are you digging someone's corner?"

"??? I dig your uncle."

Song Zhihui felt that this person was unable to communicate.Thinking that that man couldn't even stand wearing Brother Jian's clothes, how could he be okay with hearing this uncle's nonsense?

"You, you, you have no respect for your elders!" The man didn't expect the child to be so sharp.

"Excuse me, are you the teacher in charge of the infirmary?"

Jiang Jian gave up thinking about what adjective "Sea King" is, and didn't bother to care about the man's guess about his relationship with Zhong Xun, and spoke in the confusion.

The calm voice was like pouring a basin of cool water on Song Zhifan's head.

I was distracted by his bluffing and yelling just now, standing here arguing and still haven't figured out his identity!

He couldn't help but clenched the fist hanging by his side, his eyes turned vigilant.

"Yes." The man sneered, avoiding Song Zhihui's gaze, and replied, "Just call me Lao Huang."

"Can we get some medicine from you?" Jiang Jian glanced at Song Zhihui from the corner of his eye, "It's good for acute gastroenteritis."

Lao Huang was stunned for a moment, walked around Jiang Jian to the cabinets where the medicines were placed, and tapped layer by layer with his fingers.

Jiang Jian's eyes locked on him.

The drooping white coat reveals the familiar equipment on the wrist, and he is a fellow.

Lao Huang clicked halfway, stopped his fingers, and turned his head: "Fake note."

"No." Song Zhihui rolled his eyes confidently.

"That won't work, go back and get a note from the head teacher."

"But the teacher in charge sent me here, isn't that all right?"

"What about the head teacher?"

Song Zhihui choked, and turned to look at Jiang Jian: "On the way, I found out that the two of them fell in love, and went to talk to his boyfriend."

"Oh——" Lao Huang twitched his eyebrows gossipingly, and quickly turned cold again, "I'll tell you the leave note, who knows if you're pretending to be sick and skipping class.

"Ah? What's the matter with this school?" Song Zhihui scratched his neck, "When I was dying of pain, the first thing I did was not to see a doctor, but to bless myself to see the head teacher approve the leave note? "

Lao Huang refused to give them the medicine, and with a posture of not giving up until he saw the leave note, he used the school rules and procedures to suppress Song Zhihui. He was so angry that he felt a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and began to roll up his sleeves and talk to the old man. Yellow pair spray.

He has not worked in vain for so many years in Qingluan Village, and he can call his mother easily in the fields.To his surprise, Lao Huang, a doctor in a white coat, was not to be outdone, and was uttered by his provocative vulgar words.

Jiang Jian looked up and looked around, wondering if the live broadcast of this program would silence it.

Just as he was thinking about it, he came back to his senses, and suddenly saw Song Zhihui shut his mouth and bit his lip.His facial expression was a little distorted, his eyes were faintly red, and his entire face was filled with grievances.

He frowned slightly, and raised his hand to grab Song Zhihui's wrist.

The five fingers of the young man clenched tightly, as if they were about to forcefully dig into his palm.

"A Song." He forcefully pulled Song Zhihui back to his side, "I should still have some medicine in my dormitory, so come back with me to rest first."

Anyone who looks at it looks pitiful, but Jiang Jian knows that behind those gradually reddened eyes, there is a person who is trying to be suppressed in his body. He is irritable, sensitive, unconstrained by public order and good customs, and may even kill others at any time. The violent factor of life.

Song Zhihui, who was emotional, didn't hear what he said at all, and was dragged out of the infirmary by him.

Before leaving, Jiang Jian looked back at Lao Huang: "Just now I treated the wound with medicine without authorization, but I forgot to return the medicine bottle, sorry for your inconvenience."

Lao Huang looked behind him, there was a small bottle next to his breakfast on the table, and he waved his hand quickly: "It's okay, it's okay, go back and get the leave slip, I have to follow the procedure here too."

"Ah."

Jiang Jian turned around and dragged Song Zhihui to the door.

A girl with a high ponytail in a school uniform approached from the corridor. She held her head high and met Jiang Jian's gaze. She stopped and looked up and down at the flushed Song Zhihui: "What's wrong with him? Isn't Teacher Huang here?"

"exist."

Jiang Jian saw that the girl was holding a piece of paper in her hand, which seemed to be a fake note.

"That's good, I thought it was a waste of time." The girl smiled, walked around the two into the infirmary, held the door frame and blinked lightly, "Take a good rest, the whole school will have a physical examination this afternoon. If you can't hold on Remember to ask for leave in advance, otherwise there will be a queue in the infirmary.”

"Thank you."

Jiang Jian looked away and walked away.

After walking a few steps, he keenly caught the voices of Lao Huang and the girl coming from inside.

Song Zhihui also heard it. He gradually calmed down, recovered his expression, turned his head, and stretched his neck to take a look.

"Brother Jian." Looking back, Jiang Jian didn't stop, and quickly followed, "Just now I..."

"You've done well," he encouraged.

It takes time to be highly aggressive and impulsive, but the good news is that he gradually has a sense of shame and even begins to learn restraint.

Song Zhihui supported the top of his head uncomfortably.

Obviously Jiang Jian didn't do anything, but he always felt that someone was gently stroking his head.

He stood still and moved his lips: "I have something to tell you."

"Pay attention to your identity. If you stare at me like this, you will be misunderstood that you want to develop a teacher-student relationship with me. I will be deducted points if you are deemed to have a bad teacher's morality." Pick out the coriander in the wonton bit by bit, "I shouldn't have offended you, have I?"

Wensidei looked at Zhong Xun with a complicated expression.

Jiang Jian took the unwell classmate away as if in an instant, and for some reason, she followed Zhong Xun across the diagonal of the school to the cafeteria.

May I ask if she will eat Jiang Jian?Can't it?

"Digging my allies to form an alliance, does that count?" Zhong Xun looked away, thinking about Wensidei's words, "That is to say, the known requirement so far is to play your role perfectly and spend seven days of campus life."

"The roles on campus are not difficult to play, but they may not be friendly enough to the guests who have conflicts with the fixed personality and role requirements. The algorithm of the score is not public, and the weight is unknown. The absolute fit of the personality and the fit of a single role-playing How to balance between the two, until now the guests do not have a unified opinion."

"The program itself has no special task restrictions, it depends on how the individual chooses when performing. It's fairly simple."

Zhong Xun doesn't like the kind of programs that have missions in themselves.

"That's what a reality show is good for. But the simpler the conditions to achieve the end of the show, the more important the hidden mission is." Winsted said.

It's okay to paddle through these seven days, but once someone completes the hidden task, the score at the final settlement will be far more impressive than others.

The number and difficulty of hidden tasks need to be explored by yourself.

Is it to monopolize the hidden mission clues, or cooperate with each other for a win-win situation, or is it a superficial alliance and finally stabbed in the back?The choices of each guest interact and bring everyone to an unpredictable ending.

After hearing this, Zhong Xun couldn't help but glance at Wensidei.

A little familiar.

"What are you looking at? Didn't this rule come from the legend that you summed it up?"

"Who passed it on?"

Zhong Xun no longer remembers what he said.

"Shen Si, I've been in the top ten rankings before." Wen Sidai bit the wonton slowly, with graceful movements, "The guest Chen Xiqing who was with you in Qingluan Village last time—it's that little pepper—I heard it was Her boyfriend. He usually sells some personal experience for a low price."

Zhong Xun recalled the girl who was very unfriendly to him as soon as they met, suddenly.

"Remember? The last show before you went to the wasteland, the guests were worried."

Zhong Xun was not surprised that the woman in front of him who replaced him as the number one was very dear to these guests.

After all, not everyone is as outlier as he is, and not everyone is like that idiot Song Zhihui who got points and went bankrupt to speculate in stocks.

For a meticulous person like her, most of her points are probably used to buy information, program replays, and live viewing qualifications.

"Yeah." He responded lightly, with a sense of pressure in his voice, "Let's talk about the robots in the dormitory."

A trace of surprise flashed across Winsted's beautiful pupils.

He obviously found that he was testing the show where all the members entered the barren land, but he didn't become angry and evasive as he imagined, and there seemed to be a thick fog in his eyes that couldn't be dispelled.

"I actually don't know much about robots." Winsted changed the spoon and tasted the slightly salty soup, "The teacher's handbook calls them punitors, which are tools to help manage students and improve the execution of school rules. But I did not expect……"

So lethal.

I even worry that violating the teacher's norms will be sanctioned by similar things.

"The manual requires teachers to let students not violate school rules and disciplines, and now my understanding is...try to keep students from getting hurt."

"Is there any information about the activation device?"

"The main control is in the school, but the teachers above the director have authority. I am just an English teacher who is temporarily recruited to teach the maternity leave teacher."

"Is there any other information?"

"The school is surrounded by a high wall, which is very high. It seems that there is electricity on it, and there is no possibility of escaping over the wall. The gate needs to be swiped in and out, and I tried to get out. The man who was like the wind for seven days should have spent Here it is."

"Um, any more?"

"Nothing."

Zhong Xun glanced at her without saying a word, as if he was questioning the strength of this usurper No.1.

Winsted stared back at him: "I only arrived half an hour earlier than you."

"What were you doing half an hour early?"

He couldn't help thinking, if it was Jiang Jian, he could do a lot of things in half an hour.

Wensidei raised her head slightly, showing off her lip color in the sun: "I'm touching up my makeup."

Zhong Xun: "..."

That's right, it should be.

He got up and walked towards the canteen recycling point with the already empty dinner plate.After tidying up, they turned around and joined a line.

"The morning reading starts in 15 minutes. Don't violate the rules. I don't know what kind of punitive person will appear in the teaching building if you are late for class." Wen Sidai walked towards him with an empty dinner plate, "Aren't you full? ?”

Zhong Xun rolled his eyelids: "Bring Jiang Jian breakfast."

Winside: "..."

High school sophomore class.

Taking advantage of the time before morning reading, Jiang Jian walked around the campus, turned the map in the handbook into a three-dimensional image and put it in her mind. When she found the door of the classroom, she just rang the bell.

He stood and walked in front of the door.

His legs felt a little heavy, as if something was pulling down his trouser legs, making him unable to take a step.

"Yo."

Someone came in with the bell ringing behind him, put his hand on his shoulder naturally, and pushed him all the way to the empty seat in the back row.

"I brought you breakfast."

"I can walk by myself."

Jiang Jian was not used to being scrutinized by the classmates in the class, so she walked to the corner of the last row by the window and sat down uncomfortably, complaining to Zhong Xun in a low voice.

"Enter the play, enter the play." Zhong Xun sat down, stretched his hands forward, and lay lazily on the table, "We used to be like this when we were in school. Sometimes we thought that my brother was walking slowly, so I kicked his ass. .”

"..." Jiang Jian inexplicably felt a little pain somewhere in his body, glanced at the boxed lunch on the table, tilted his head and looked at Zhong Xun seriously, "Let's say first, you can't kick me at any time."

"Why am I kicking you?" Zhong Xun laughed, "You have a different position from them."

The morning reading time begins, and the teacher has not come yet.The students took out their books and pretended to read the English text, but they were actually chatting with each other at the same table and at the front and rear tables.

Zhong Xun saw Jiang Jian pick up a small fried dough stick from the lunch box, bite it carefully, and took out a book from the desk and stood it in front of the two of them.

"Then what is my position?"

Jiang Jian secretly ate her breakfast and couldn't help being curious.

Zhong Xun thought for a while and said, "A study committee member who doesn't talk too much and treats a drawer of love letters as a draft paper. But he doesn't like sports. Every time the class monitor—oh, the class monitor is me, asks you to sign up for the sports meeting, you will use a The kind of rejection for a hundred reasons."

Jiang Jian was at a loss for words, he really didn't like sports.

"...What is the study committee going to do? Take everyone to study?"

"To be precise, the symbolic meaning of this position is more important, that is, once the best student in a certain class is mentioned, everyone will think of him."

Because of the feeling of nostalgia for his boyhood, Zhong Xun rarely talked endlessly.But while he was talking, he felt that something was wrong, he straightened up from the desk suddenly, and looked at him directly.

"Didn't you..."

Jiang Jian swallowed the last bite of fried egg and blinked.

"Well, I never went to school."

He imitated Zhong Xun's appearance just now, lying on the table, but his arms folded obediently, his chin rested on the back of his hands, and all his eyes were focused on the tip of his nose.

"Although my adoptive father sent me to the first grade, I stopped within a month."

"why?"

"The teacher told him that it was because I was not suitable for group life." Jiang Jian tilted his head to look at Zhong Xun, "But I only remember that when I entered the classroom, I would be hit on the forehead by a flying blackboard eraser.

"I'd be surrounded by people making faces, talking and screaming like me.

"Trick me into going to the bathroom and locking the door, all day long."

and also……

more damage.

And after doing all this, they still didn't see any expectant expression on his face, so they made no secret of their disappointment and disgust.

"Everyone calls me a monster."

That was his last and only impression of "school".

A beam of light shines on Jiang Jian's face through the shadow of the woods outside the window, a light golden color is outlined on the cold white skin, and the fine hairs are clearly identifiable.

No wonder he saw Jiang Jian standing alone in front of the classroom door just now.

Did not dare to move.

"It's all over. I learned more at home with my adoptive father, and I'm almost learning to laugh now." Jiang Jian tried hard to move his facial muscles, and gently held the corners of his mouth, "I can learn to be a student like you era."

Just listening to the memories makes me happy.

"But don't kick me."

Zhong Xun slightly bent his fingertips.

It was as if his heart had been torn apart suddenly.

He thought, it would be fine to let Jiang Jian do nothing and spend seven days carefree.

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Jiang Jian: You are finally going to take me to lie down and win, right?

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