Everyone was so noisy that the second class was almost impossible to attend.
Although the radio sound was controlled, there was no upper limit on the children's volume, especially when they were engaged in a fun sports meeting. The screams came one after another, as if a chicken factory had been dropped by air.
The spirit of the English teacher on the stage had obviously been devastated enough in the first lesson. She used her usual tone to teach in a roar of chickens, with a self-defeating expression on her face.
Compared with the second high school, which is also a two-day holiday, the learning atmosphere of the first high school will be much better.
Lou Ying, played by 089, is sitting in the middle of the third row of the class, the best position in the class.
He lowered his head, and used a fine needle to gently engrave something on something. His movements and expressions were idle and sluggish, and he lacked the usual concentration, which attracted the frequent attention of the math teacher.
Lou Ying is the star of hope in almost all the teachers of the first high school in their teaching career, and every teacher secretly hopes to add luster to their professional resume with this unattainable student in the future. The day before yesterday, he suddenly asked for leave because of his poor mental state, which has caused a small disturbance in the teaching group. Today, he came back to class with great difficulty, but he was still so absent-minded. I deliberately picked a function problem with a difficulty slightly beyond the normal level, and asked the students to come up and do the math.
He tapped on the blackboard: "Lou Ying, come up."
089 raised his head in confusion: "Huh?"
Seeing his uncharacteristic laziness, the math teacher was a bit stubborn, so he had to repeat his request: "Come up and be an example and solve this problem for everyone."
089 walked slowly to the podium, re-read the questions that the teacher had just read, and then began to write the solution steps in an orderly manner.
The chalk rubs against the blackboard, sifting out fine dust along the way.
After solving the beginning, he took the blackboard eraser and wiped off everything he had just written.
His previous answering ideas and steps were completely correct. The teacher felt relieved when he saw that Lou Ying was still the same Lou Ying. Seeing that he erased the written answer again, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey..."
089 tilted his head: "I thought of an easier way."
I can write at least five steps of the deduction process less than just now.
After completing the answering process, he returned to his seat under the envious eyes of his classmates and continued to do his private work.
When he first entered the system, 089 was deployed by the Lord God, making him responsible for drawing lots and not allowing him to participate in field work.
One of the most important reasons is that 089 cares too much about his personal life and ideals, and never minds what others think and look at him, so his first impression is that he is stupid, as if he can easily handle and control, suitable for Put it in an important position that is convenient for the Lord God's hands and feet.
Not to mention that the Lord God made a mistake in his judgment, even 089's parents once regarded him as an unsmart child.
…until getting his transcript for the first time.
When I was a child, I wrote essays and talked about future ideals. Other children wrote that they wanted to be a policeman and a scientist, but 089 wrote that my lifelong dream is to be someone else's father.
This article was read as a joke by the Chinese teacher in all grades.
When I was a child, when everyone joked with each other, they were always vying to be fathers. When I got older, I understood the weight of the word "father" and understood the measure of getting along with each other, so I naturally forgot the absurdity of my youth.
But 089 never forgot.
Ten years later, 089 Ji Feihong became the only person in the class to realize his dream.
No one thinks that a person with a score in the early 700s in the college entrance examination and close to a perfect score in mathematics and physics should apply for a major in kindergarten, but Ji Feihong did.
He passed the kindergarten teacher's certificate and returned to his family's orphanage.
He is the father of all the children here, and he can give them another warm and comfortable home.
At the age of 24, Ji Feihong died in a car accident.
Since then, he has had a new home in another place.
In fact, this time it was Chi Xiaochi who wanted to change his mind.
This world was not sent by the Lord God to 089, but after he heard that 061 had come to a parallel world, he took the initiative to invite Ying to replace him.
He has an important thing to do.
When the bell rang for the second period, many students rushed to the table to catch up on sleep, while 089 stood up and entered the cubicle of the men's room.
After making sure the door was locked, 089 closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he had transferred himself to a room he was once familiar with.
Because there are very few clutter, the room looks quite empty and clean. Only the built-in bookcases surrounded by three sides, and at least thousands of private collections on display, make this place a little different.
089 stood in the room and glanced at his watch.
Because the teacher dragged the class for two minutes, he was full of calculations, and now he only has seven minutes of recess, and because of quality problems, he can't always occupy the bathroom and interfere with other people's normal physiological needs.
So, he only has three minutes to do what he wants to do.
… But, for him, three minutes is enough.
Sure enough, it didn't take a moment for familiar footsteps to be heard outside.
089 is not wrong.
At this moment when he was still alive, he should have just finished the second lesson, let the bear children go out to play, and he would return to his room to eat some snacks as usual to replenish his strength.
The next second, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.
Ji Feihong of this world, standing at the door, looked at 089, who was wearing Lou Ying's skin.
Ji Feihong took a step back and confirmed that this was indeed his bedroom before asking the young student in front of him, "...You are?"
089 Straight to the point: "Do you want to go abroad?"
Ji Feihong: "Huh?"
089: "If you go abroad and find someone, it is possible to save his life, will you go?"
Ji Feihong scratched his hair: "Is this some kind of trick game?"
089 repeated his own question: "Will you go?"
Ji Feihong slightly pursed his face: "Really?"
089: "Yes, seriously."
Ji Feihong nodded without hesitation: "Of course I'm going."
089 handed over the post-it note that he had prepared: "I wrote all the relevant things on it. He lives in Eastern Europe, Kiev Oblast, Ukraine. There is a tree-lined avenue near the most famous St. Andrew's Church, His family lives at No. 66, Podeer Block, at the end of East Boulevard. His mother is of Chinese descent, and his Chinese is very good, so there is no need to worry about communication barriers. His full name is Zhuang Changting, English name is Ruian, Zhuang Ruian, 27 years old When you get there, you can find out where he is as soon as you ask him."
"... He's a very good-looking person." When the name was mentioned, 089's voice softened unconsciously, "white hair, white eyelashes, just bad eyes and congenital heart disease. You have to remind him , On September 8 next year, be sure to be hospitalized, observe carefully, stay for three days, and do not leave during the period. He died in the early morning of September 11. Remember?"
Ji Feihong looked at the note in his hand: "I remember. Then how can I convince him that I am telling the truth?"
089: "That's your business."
Ji Feihong said cheerfully, "OK."
089: "Thank you."
"Is it convenient to tell me who you are?" Ji Feihong held the note in his palm, "Time traveler? Or a future person?"
089 didn't explain anymore. He seized the last moment and informed him of the other most important thing: "And you, remember not to drive out around the end of August next year. Even if you must drive, be careful of drivers who are fatigued. ."
The three minutes he had reserved for himself quickly came to an end.
089 pushed open the door of the bathroom, and just returned to the classroom to sit down, three handover signals from 061 within half a minute came from the main god space.
089 smiled.
The last time I saw 61 so impatiently was when he first figured out his feelings for Chi Xiaochi before he formatted it.
He pressed the handover button.
In the next second, 089 changed back to the work clothes of white clothes and black trousers, and stood at the junction of the main god space.
Taking advantage of this time of handover, the two quickly exchanged existing messages.
"Have you received the award?"
"Well. Have you seen Ji Feihong in that world?"
"Just got it done, everything that needs to be explained. It took three minutes."
"Three minutes?" Lou Ying was a little surprised, "Did you teleport in and out in front of him?"
"Hmm."
"...Aren't you afraid that your sudden disappearance will scare him?"
"No. Nothing scares me."
"Are you sure he will go?"
"If it were me, I would definitely go."
"So confident?"
"Of course."
089's tone is as confident as ever.
Sometimes, this kind of overconfidence always makes people want to beat him, but sometimes, it makes his whole person reveal an indescribable charm.
089 said: "...myself, I know."
Lou Ying patted his shoulder.
"I'm about to leave." 089 said, "Baohua is probably trying to squeeze me hard recently, and has arranged a lot of substitute tasks for me. I still have more than 200 tasks to end, and I don't know if they will be in When will it be teleported. I didn’t expect that before I leave, I can do something good for me and 23 in another world, it’s not a loss.”
Lou Ying raised his eyes and found that it was almost time, and the forced teleportation was about to start. Just as he was about to say goodbye, 089 grabbed his wrist.
He said softly: "I also brought some gifts for my daughter-in-law. Dad is poor and has nothing to give. The things are put in the warehouse of the two of you. You must not eat them stealthily."
At the same time, the teacher on Chi Xiaochi's side had given up resistance amid the laughter and laughter of the children next door, and chose to let them study by themselves.
And Chi Xiaochi also found the same superfluous object in his warehouse.
He has counted everything in the warehouse, and suddenly there is an extra item, which is naturally very eye-catching.
Chi Xiaochi scratched and found that it was a bag of Mimi shrimp sticks, with a note more conspicuous than itself: "To my dear daughter-in-law".
Chi Xiaochi tore the note, took out the shrimp sticks, and shook the bag lightly.
There was a rattling noise of snacks inside.
The same tablemate was in no mood to study, and his eyes glanced at the sound, and suddenly lit up: "You actually have such a good thing? Come on, it's confiscated."
Chi Xiaochi said, "It's 1982."
At the same table: "The year of the founding of the People's Republic of China also had to be confiscated."
Chi Xiaochi: "Open your hand, I'll give you points."
Deskmate: "Look at your stingy."
Chi Xiaochi: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."
Deskmate: "Dad."
While joking with his tablemate, Chi Xiaochi put his hand into the bag of shrimp sticks, and unexpectedly touched an unusual hard object in the far corner.
He grabbed a small handful of shrimp sticks and gave them to the tablemates, and then distributed the rest to the front and rear seats. In the end, he left himself an empty bag with only a few shrimp sticks left, a small disk, and ten A few grains of rice.
Is it rice, or crystal clear raw rice.
There are exquisite character carvings on the rice, and I don't know when 089 secretly figured out such a set of craftsmanship.
Chi Xiaochi put Mi Diao on the textbook and lowered his head to study.
"Before, 61 was formatted to me before."
"At the beginning, 61 gave me this thing in the snack."
"I've kept it for so long, and it's time to return it to its original owner."
"32-bit password, not your or his initials."
"I've tried all the existing ways of solving password puzzles."
"Don't waste your time."
"It's not the birthday of either of you."
"It's not the metamorphic encryption of your birthday. I've tried any existing encryption method."
"It's not your parents' birthday."
"It's not the file codes, student numbers and lucky numbers that appear in any of your lives."
"Not your acronym for the title of the movie."
"Not when you ever kiss someone in a movie."
"Not any number related to my 23."
"I tried my best, it's yours to crack it."
"After reading and eating, I have disinfected."
After Chi Xiaochi read it, he thought, 089 is really trying his best.
Moreover, he probably thought that he was really about to leave the main god space, so he would risk entrusting such a thing to him.
089 was even afraid that the Lord God would observe it, so that he did not dare to transmit it into his body in a digital way.
It was not until he held such a thing in his palm that Chi Xiaochi had a heavy sense of reality.
He had always thought that he was awake enough before, but he had never been splashed with cold water like this, and his whole body was only bone-chilling cold.
... He actually really immersed himself in this world.
There were little hamster clacks all around.
Chi Xiaochi has no familiar friends, nor any reunions of his junior high school and high school classmates. After so many years, he has only one Lucas by his side.
Those around him belonged to Chi Xiaochi, but not to Chi Xiaochi.
It was a really bad feeling, and it reminded him of the distant past, the liar who told him to wait until three in the morning.
…
During that time, Chi Xiaochi was not very happy.
He had a perverted illegitimate meal.
At the beginning, I only received hundreds of roses, and letters filled with love and lip stains were sent to the company.
Later, a car worth more than 100,000 yuan was parked in front of Chi Xiaochi's house. The car TV inside was playing Chi Xiaochi's movies, and the front and back seats were full of used condoms.
Chi Xiaochi called the police, but the police failed to catch anyone.
The other party is a very experienced person who knows how to hide his features and whereabouts, and the car he parked in front of Chi Xiaochi's house is also a stolen car.
The severity of the incident gradually escalated.
One day, Chi Xiaochi ate a small thing wrapped in toilet paper in his takeout.
When it was opened, there was a thin blade stained with unknown blood.
Inside the toilet paper were four dark red characters written in blood: "Look at me."
Lucas was so frightened that he yelled, took Chi Xiaochi for a physical examination, and sent the blade to be tested, for fear that the other party might have some kind of infectious disease.
The test result came out, and it was human blood. Fortunately, after the test, the possibility of infectious diseases was initially ruled out, but in the current DNA bank, the corresponding blood type could not be found.
On the day the test results came out, the illegitimate fan sent a private message to Chi Xiaochi's Weibo account.
"Is my blood delicious?"
"If you like it, I will make blood tofu next time and give it to you."
As a result, the next day after the two messages were sent, the police informed that the illegitimate meal had been arrested, beaten badly, and was being rescued in the ICU.
… was so close to dying on the spot.
Ever since that illegitimate meal appeared, Lucas slept with Chi Xiaochi every day, and spent so many days with him in fear and fear. When he received this news, he was proud of himself. He went in to pick up soap for half his life, and even bought ten grapefruits for Chi Xiaochi, peeled them and took a bath.
As a result, just after Lucas left Chi Xiaochi's house, a private message on Weibo was sent: "Don't worry, he won't come again."
The private message stopped for about half an hour, as if hesitating for something.
Chi Xiaochi watched him type and delete, delete and type, and thought this person was a little funny.
Finally, his half-hour result was sent: "Don't be afraid."
Chi Xiaochi felt that this person was eccentric, and there must be more to it.
Sure enough, after that, he would say something to Chi Xiaochi every day.
Different from the long paragraphs of small papers by fans, he will only keep "in the process of inputting", which makes Chi Xiaochi feel that this person is probably the first time in his life that he has become a brainless fan, and he is young and funny.
Later, Chi Xiaochi couldn't help it anymore, and asked him before going to bed one day, "What exactly are you going to enter?"
There was a quick reply: "I want to say good night."
Chi Xiaochi: "Ah, I said that, good night."
The person on the other side was probably afraid of disturbing him, so he stopped typing. Instead, Chi Xiaochi couldn't stop and looked down at his phone.
For some reason, Chi Xiaochi always cared about him.
He even specially gave each other a nickname, called "in typing".
During that time, he had just finished a movie. For his safety, the announcements that Lucas arranged for him were not too intensive. He rarely had a little spare time, so he simply used it to chat with interested netizens.
The other party seemed to be very busy too, but as long as Chi Xiaochi replied to him, he would reply in seconds.
The relationship between the two did not develop very deeply, but occasionally chatted with each other.
The other party is a very measured person, his words are gentle, and he can see that Chi Xiaochi is very cautious. He doesn't look like a fan who is eager to make a confession, and he doesn't look like some unscrupulous libertine. He seems to be making friends with idols. of.
Chi Xiaochi didn't hate him.
So their friendship lasted for two months.
Until that day, the other party sent a sapphire ring, saying that it was going to be given to a loved one.
That ring was first-class in terms of design and quality, except that it was outrageously expensive, and it was painful to buy it when it was changed to Chi Xiaochi.
To be honest, Chi Xiaochi really likes this ring.
"It's expensive," he said.
The other party said: "It's still affordable. Like it?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Ask me if I like to do something?"
The other party said: "I like it and I will buy it for you."
Having experienced the illegitimate meal, Chi Xiaochi was more than twice as sensitive to this kind of thing. After smelling something wrong, he decisively stopped the conversation with him.
The other party also quickly realized that he had crossed the line, and hurriedly sent an apology: "I'm sorry, I was abrupt."
"I saw this ring today and liked it very much, so I wanted to send it to you."
"I shouldn't have said that."
Looking at his words, Chi Xiaochi was indescribably upset, picked up the phone, and planned to block the other party.
He didn't develop any capacity for intimacy, and he shouldn't delay or give anyone the illusion.
For the past two months, he has really lost his head.
The other party seemed to have noticed something, and hurriedly edited a message and sent it.
Chi Xiaochi swept the four words out of the corner of his eyes, and the whole person was stunned.
"... I'm Lou Ying."
Chi Xiaochi exploded on the spot.
He immediately slapped a large number of swear words, and just as he was about to send it, the next text message came from there: "When I was a child, I told you that when my mother left, I had my brother or sister in her stomach. In order to comfort me, the school borrowed the clothes of the girls from the dance team to wear."
Chi Xiaochi was stupid.
All his shrewdness evaporated with his brain at that moment, and he typed blankly: "...How do you know?"
There was a gentle voice: "I'm Lou Ying."
Chi Xiaochi said, "I don't believe it."
This sentence, that night, was repeated countless times by him.
The people over there were kindly talking about things that only he and Brother Lou knew.
At the end, Chi Xiaochi burst into tears and said, "I don't believe it."
After hesitating for a while, the other party finally made up his mind and sent out an invitation gentlemanly: "Is there time at 7:30 this Sunday evening? The western restaurant on the TV tower, I'll wait for you."
From Tuesday to Sunday, Chi Xiaochi took a long time to digest the news.
The other party refused to say what he had been doing over the years, saying that it was a work secret that could not be disclosed, but he said that over the years, he would often come back to see Xiaochi. He knew what happened to him and how hard he had worked.
These simple words were so sweet that Chi Xiaochi rolled over the bed with his phone in his arms.
As the day of meeting approached, Chi Xiaochi gradually became as happy as a child before the spring outing.
He booked a table three days in advance, pushed all the announcements, and called Lucas early on Sunday morning, asking him to advise him on what to wear to his appointment today.
Lucas didn't know why Chi Xiaochi was so happy, but he liked seeing Chi Xiaochi like this very much: "My baby looks good no matter what."
But Chi Xiaochi was not satisfied. He changed into a larger school uniform, a sweater, a white shirt, and finally chose a small suit with a slim fit, so that Brother Lou could see how good he was when he grew up.
At six o'clock on Sunday evening, he arrived at the restaurant and got the reserved table.
His suit matched the color of the tablecloth and tableware perfectly.
On the table is the horn flowers that Chi Xiaochi had ordered a long time ago, decorated with bellflowers, so fresh and dripping with dew, it was perfect.
But these were not enough to satisfy Chi Xiaochi.
He repeatedly checked the position of his little bow tie, checked whether the red wine on the table was awake, and checked whether the cups and bowls were aligned.
At first he ordered the napkin in the shape of a rose, but at 7:15 he called the waiter anyway and replaced the rose with a sailboat.
Seeing the minute hand slip towards 7:30 a little bit, Chi Xiaochi clenched his hands tightly, and put his fists on his knees like a student, sitting upright, reverently waiting for his hope to come.