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Qi Siming didn't know whether people with mental disorders felt uncomfortable, and how to feel uncomfortable. He said this just because he thought it sounded more conscientious.If Ling Yan is a bomb, then gently change the detonation point for him, as long as it doesn't explode around him and doesn't affect him. He also communicated this issue with the class guide Lao Zhou, and Lao Zhou also meant the same thing.

He clicked on his Utopia, pretending to make an appointment for Ling Yan's psychological counseling.

Ling Yan squinted his eyes, covered Qi Siming's right wrist with a slap, and shouted that he didn't need it.

Utopia is essentially a 0.5cm-square radium two-stage vacuum tube, which is implanted under the skin of a wrist watch. It is the medium for transmitting light beams and performs intelligent operations through the projected floating dynamic screen.

Ling Yan's slap knocked off the floating screen, which is equivalent to directly pressing the sleep button on Qi Siming's personal terminal. What's more, outsiders forcibly interfering with Utopia's operation will trigger a microcurrent. Touching Qi Siming once, Qi Siming's arm also went numb.

If you talk well, you can talk, and if you move your hands and feet, you can't bear it.

Although Qi Siming made an appointment with a doctor for him not out of good intentions, but there was absolutely no malice. He didn't expect Ling Yan to be so ignorant. He shook his numb arm and restarted Utopia, and his temper also came up, "Okay, I'm full." Worrying so much."

He chose the most tactful way, but he didn't appreciate it. Qi Siming pouted and typed a string of characters to Ling Yan: "Then let me tell you clearly, I can barely tolerate my tablemate's bad temper, but I can't stand him being sick, if you fucking take drugs next to me in such a convulsion, please go as far as you can."

After confirming that Ling Yan had read it, Qi Siming destroyed the characters, and followed the train of thought of the Chinese teacher to read the ancient prose.

After that, there is a fire drill.

The central computer connects the projection screens of each classroom, and first simulates the evacuation route of each class with a 3D model to avoid accidents in the exercise and remind some precautions, and then emphasizes the regular use of daily smart appliances.

Qi Siming was bored watching the introductory film, but what he was thinking about was the highest-level central computer in the cutting-edge laboratory on the top floor. He felt that fire drills were unnecessary, after all, smoking a cigarette in the teaching building could trigger screaming The smoke screen alarm, the sensor of the central computer must fail to the extent that a fire can be caused in the building.

But group activities are always stupid, Qi Siming is used to it.

As soon as my thoughts turned here, the projection screen suddenly went black, the network connections of the smart desks and chairs were all cut off, and the fire bell rang right after that—well, the drill started.

In order to let students understand the fire handling process and improve self-rescue awareness, the school voluntarily and spontaneously assisted in simulating the fire scene, and even sprayed smoke. building.

A group of people who were drowsy in the Chinese studies class were so distracted by the irritating gas, they hurried out and walked out. Qi Siming wanted to pretend to organize it, but under his nose, Ling Yan actually acted independently He took off his coat and put it on his head, lay down on the table, and did not move.

Qi Siming felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

The last light blue reminder lights of the smart desk went out one by one, and the room was not too dark with the skylight, Qi Siming knocked on the head under his clothes, and said impatiently, "Hey, this classmate, you know it's a fire Is it? Even if it's a drill, you'll save face and escape?"

Qi Siming was really not trying to run on Ling Yan.He has many faces, and it's true that he has a thick skin. The little quarrel in class just now didn't embarrass him, let alone make him care about it.

But it was obvious that Ling Yan was still thinking about it.

He lifted a corner of his clothes, pushed Qi Siming's hand away, stared at him and threw three short sentences: "I'm sick", "I can't go", "Leave me alone".

Hold.

Qi Siming was speechless.

The outer corridor was chattering and chaotic, and the broadcast was tirelessly reminding the classroom students to evacuate quickly. Qi Siming was worried about some common passages that were closed due to power outages, and worried that the restless group of snacks in the class might go wrong.

And the kid in front of him looked at him provocatively, as if to see what he would do with him.

Qi Siming has seen a lot of special individuals in the class. If he has enough time, he has [-] ways to make people kneel down and call him dad afterwards, but it's the first fucking time Qi Siming sees those who don't participate in group activities because they are angry with him.

He was almost laughed at by Ling Yan.I didn't bother to say it, and walked out with my legs up, muttering, "Sure, if you want to stay here, just stay here."

This sudden stop made Ling Yan stunned.

When Qi Siming turned away and couldn't see his back, he also felt bored and coughed silently.

I have to say that the school is really real, and it just simulated the effect of thick smoke billowing in a fire. Although I know there are no harmful substances in it, it is still very uncomfortable to inhale.Ling Yan didn't want to move, he clicked on his own Utopia, thinking about how to hack into the central computer to pinch the smoke.

But that central computer seemed to be very expensive and high-grade, and he couldn't even get inside the server. His face was flushed from coughing, and his eyes were tearful, but he still kept typing.

In the dense fog, a figure came back aggressively. Before Ling Yan could react, his Utopia was forcibly closed. His arm was numb at first, and then he suddenly turned his head downwards, and was forced to close by someone. carried on his shoulders.

There is no doubt about Qi Siming's fussy look.

Ling Yan was startled, and instinctively struggled.

Qi Siming went back and forth, of course he knew that the kid couldn't be honest, so he reached out and gave him a slap on the butt pre-emptively, threateningly, "Be honest with me, don't think that I won't dare when I'm sick." beat you!"

Qi Siming checked the information before, and was stunned to see a research result: half of the mentally ill people first developed symptoms at the age of 12, and young people are most likely to become disabled and die due to illness.

Qi Siming felt that being the monitor of his class was really fucked up, and now he even served as a doll porter. It is impossible to kick down from the third floor.

The central computer of the teaching building suspended the elevators and the shortcuts, and Qi Siming could only carry people up the stairs, but Ling Yan was completely resigned after being carried by him. Ashamed and annoyed, he felt all the blood rushing to his face, making his skin crackle.

He smashed Qi Siming's back fiercely and cursed loudly, "Qi Siming, you bastard, put me down, you fucking put me down!"

No matter what Qi Siming said, he was just a young man. Although he was running away, his shoulders were still thin and bony. He was carrying a big living man, but his feet were wild, and he took several steps in one step. It made Ling Yan miserable.

Hearing him swearing, Qi Siming was unmoved, and gave him a slap because he thought it was noisy. He probably thought it felt good, and even pinched his butt in a mean way, "Ancestor, you can calm down for a while, you are so small and bony!" , my brother threw you down again."

Then Qi Siming carried Ling Yan down the stairs in such a swaggering manner, passing through the crowd and across the playground.

Speaking of which, Qi Siming is also a person who often brushes his face in school, and I don't know what he thinks. He is like a bandit leader who has just finished a robbery and is showing off his spoils. It is said that "children are not willing to leave, I will be a human driver."

Ling Yan's resistance was futile, and he almost died of shame and anger.

When it was almost time to get to the class, the situation became even more serious. The girls started booing one by one from a distance, shouting shamelessly to the class monitor that I would also recite it. Qi Siming opened his mouth and said, "You guys, hurry up Stand up, look around and see if there is anyone who has not come down from the toilet."

He has many people to worry about, and Ling Yan is really just one of them.

The child bared his teeth, but he didn't care about it, and he didn't take it too seriously.There are also many students with special circumstances in the class, such as those who are poor, those who have lost their relatives, and those with a strong background. In Qi Siming's eyes, Ling Yan is just one with a different physical condition.He is the squad leader, he is used to seeing all directions, but he is not used to spreading love.

"Fuck, you're still heavy." Qi Siming bent down and put the person down when he was ashamed enough.

He moved his neck and arms, just like finishing his homework, and turned over the page when he sent it to the place.Qi Siming looked around and saw that Class B was occupying a large shade, and unconsciously shouted to the monitor of that class, "Lu Jiantong, move your class to the north and make room for my class... ...There are so many little girls in my class, I can't bask in the sun, hurry up, move around..."

Ling Yan stood where he was, his ears were blushing, and his heart was pounding.Before he could return to the team, Qi Siming's hot palm pressed against his back, followed by his helpless tone: "Ancestor, stand in line, what are you doing standing there?"