Evil tiga is neither evil nor tiga

And near the school is a bustling commercial street.

When passing by the store that was open now, Nangong took a look at the internal scenery.

Whether it's KFC or McDonald's.

No matter what kind of restaurant it is, it's not the same as usual.

Customers sitting face to face laughed, chatted, and ate.

The mobile phones they usually hold are placed on the corner of the table or put away, and they can't see each other face to face, but stare at each other's mobile phones.

Without invisible walls, the distance between people becomes closer.

Nangong continued walking and soon arrived at the school.

He entered the campus, and there seemed to be some kind of activity organized by the special students who were training in sports. They ran on the track at the order of the students next to them. Is it a competition?

Go across the playground and up the stairs.

The ones I met head-on were naturally the students.

"Hello teacher."

"Morning, teacher."

They greeted each other one after another, and finally came to the office to greet other teachers.

Nangong's class today is the third period in the morning.

He sat in his seat and checked the teaching materials.

Time flowed minute by minute, the bell for class rang, and someone left the office after saying hello.

During this period of time, whoever corrected me was heard.

"Speaking of which, don't you think it should be better like this here?"

One of the teachers said this, 'commenting' on the textbooks prepared by others

But this familiar behavior did not usher in resentment.

The teacher who was commented put it this way:

"No, no, what I'm thinking here is——"

The two discussed in a low voice in this place so as not to affect others.

Afterwards, a third person intervened in the conversation.

"Both of you are quite reasonable, so wouldn't it be good to insert one more page here?"

"Makes sense!"

"Are you a genius!"

So, a consensus was reached.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang just right.

About 2 minutes later, the teachers who returned to the office had a little doubt on their faces and a little relief.

"The feeling of class today is really different. There are no other teachers sitting behind, and the students are listening very carefully. What's going on? What kind of wind is blowing today? It's not raining red either."

"But it is indeed very comfortable. If this is the case in the future, why worry about the low enrollment rate."

"It's just that I'm not used to it. When I asked if anyone didn't understand, someone actually raised their hand."

They shared their experiences and experiences, which aroused the doubts of other teachers.

"real or fake?"

"April Fool's Day is long past."

Here’s what the teachers who attended the class had to say:

"You'll know when you go to class... well, if it's not a prank."

At this time, the students who were discussed by the teachers were resting in the classroom.

"I always feel that there is no difficulty after listening to a class. Well, the most difficult thing is science."

In the classroom, Saito thought about it and felt that liberal arts is something that can be understood after listening and memorizing.

And science...

"Isn't there such a saying? People are forced to do everything, except math problems."

"That's true..."

Yanshan on the side had to admit that it was indeed the case, his brain just couldn't get it right, and he could only rely on formulas to apply it mechanically.

It was also at this time that Chancheng on the other side always felt that he could feel his sight, but when he looked back, there was nothing.

She is just an ordinary person, neither has the vision like a telescope, nor the hearing of a pin drop, so of course she doesn't know that someone is discussing her.

"Speaking of it, I always feel that the feeling of Zen City has changed recently, and there is no such feeling that strangers should not enter."

"Say so..."

But to be honest, unfamiliarity is unfamiliarity.

The school is actually a small society. If you don’t make friends in the first semester, or mix into some small group, you will naturally be excluded.

Although it hasn't reached the point of campus bullying, but it is true that there will always be no friends.

Faced with such a situation...

"How about a class reunion afterward? Aren't the final exams just next week?"

"Oh, great idea, just to go out and have fun."

Someone already has an idea, after all, there is a person in the class who has been acting alone, which is really embarrassing.

Chancheng, who had no idea that he was being missed, was thinking about family matters in his heart.

There are all kinds of recipes in the phone in her hand, but...

'I can't even do grocery shopping. '

I don't know what to do at all. Anyway, go to the supermarket and find it, pick it up and stuff it in a basket, right?

"——————"

The class bell rang after the time arrived. During the bell, the students in the classroom and outside the classroom went back to their seats and sat down.

140 Nine Chapters And So The Changing World Begins

What does the world look like?

The world is diverse, diverse, in different forms, and with thousands of styles.

East, West, religion, culture, race, all are different.

People who grow up in different environments have different experiences, and these completely different experiences constitute different personalities.

Billions of people around the world, billions of egos.

It is impossible to fully unite these selves, people have their own thoughts, and because of these thoughts conflicts and quarrels arise.

Everyone has had an argument with someone else in their life, whether it's a family member or a friend.

The results are also different, and there must have been situations where each took a step back.

Human beings also have the ability to tolerate each other in disputes due to different ideas.

It was night, and the lights were brilliant.

Li Mingyu didn't know what other countries looked like.

At least in China, as a high school student, he can only leave school and return to his home after finishing evening self-study at 21:30 in the evening.

However, he didn't really want to go home.

Because the atmosphere at home was terrible, his parents hadn't spoken for a long time, and he didn't know where the conflict came from.

The only thing he knows is that he probably won't be living with his parents for long.

The reason why the two still live together is entirely because he is 17 years old this year and will take the college entrance examination in June next year.

Probably in order not to affect him, so the parents have been procrastinating not to divorce.

"..."

Every time he thought of this, Li Mingyu felt very bad.

At this moment, someone grabbed his shoulder.

"careful!"

The forward pace stopped, and the opposite sidewalk was a red light.

On the sidewalk, vehicles pass slowly.

A car passed by, and when the second car passed by, the person sitting in the co-pilot inside looked at Li Mingyu.

"If you want to cross the road, don't think about it. If you are young, if you have an accident, you will be finished."

Leave a word and the car leaves.

"Are you OK?"

"Thank you."

Li Mingyu turned his head, and the young man standing there looked at him with concern.

After a few more exhortations, he was let go.

Cross the sidewalk and enter the community.

When he took the elevator back to the front of the house, he sighed and took out the key.

'It's impossible to see the original scene again. '

The key was pierced and twisted. My father probably excused himself to work overtime and was not at home. Did he have a new woman outside?

Open the door and walk in.

Directly opposite the entrance is the living room.

"!"

On the sofa in the living room was the father who was looking at something with a mobile phone.

There were only half of the tea inside, used teacups on the table.

"I'm home?"

Mother's voice came from the kitchen.

Today, both are there.

Li Mingyu was stunned, but he still walked into the house, returned to his room, and put down his schoolbag.

"I boiled mung bean syrup, just in time to drink some."

"Bring me a bowl too."

At this moment, the father who put the phone away said so.

"Look, you are in a hurry, as if someone is robbing you."

The mother's teasing complaint was aimed at the father.

A few seconds later, Li Mingyu, who had returned to his room and put down his schoolbag, pinched Qiao Qiao's wrist.

The feeling from him told him that this was not an illusion, but something that actually happened before his eyes.

'My grass? '

what the hell!

When he noticed the exclamation in his heart, he wanted to laugh for a moment.

Now, no matter what emotion you feel, you can use the word 'grass' to vent it.

Of course, such small things are fine.