The sky was overcast, and the lights in the classroom were turned on, but they failed to dispel the gloomy atmosphere around them. The humid air carries the smell of earth, and the student on duty wipes the blackboard, causing chalk dust to fall.
During the break, students gathered in small groups. They chatted eagerly and secretly fiddled with their phones. Someone else took out a game console in full view of the crowd, and the boys and girls laughed and screamed from time to time. Several of the students watched Zhong Cheng speak for a while, then deliberately covered their mouths and spoke softly, obviously discussing this new classmate.
As for whether they were discussing his funny name or his weird statement of "finding a murderer", it's unclear.
Zhang Hejun's desk has not changed much. Her exercise books and textbooks are filled with desk drawers. The stationery was placed randomly, as if she had just left the classroom temporarily and would return soon.
She bought a small magnet doll. The little rabbit had magnets in its arms and was hugged on the metal table leg. Its round plastic eyes were facing the direction Zhong Cheng said -
Zhong Cheng said he was sitting in the last row of the classroom, and he looked away from Zhang Hejun's seat.
His teaching materials and stationery were all provided by Shi An, and they were quite different from those he used back then. However, this aloof atmosphere was exactly the same as when he was in school.
Zhong Cheng said he remembered everything from the beginning.
The wish made by those ripples, sleeping and waking up for thousands of years. His bizarre encounter with the baby and his first encounter with his adoptive parents.
Zhong Cheng said that he still doesn’t know what he is, but he knows very well that he must not be human. Back then, when he looked at his classmates running and jumping, it was like observing a school of fish clustered together in a fish tank.
Zhong Cheng looked around helplessly - the students around him were either ignoring the matter or just watching the fun, and no one went to the teacher to coordinate.
"Hit! Beat! Beat!" The students who secretly hid their mobile phones squeezed closer and skillfully took photos and videos.
Zhong Cheng turned his head slightly and pressed his forehead against Yin Ren's cheek. Yin Ren adjusted his posture and continued to study the profound scientific principles on that page.
The two uttered dirty words that should not belong to this age group, grabbed each other's fat school uniforms, and tried to throw each other to the ground. Zhong Cheng said that he had heard it twice. Two teenagers were arguing about the combat capabilities of characters A and B in the comics.
In the back row of the classroom, Zhong Cheng said he was clearing the table obediently. The blood stains were still on the floor, shining brightly.
"You're fucking in the way, aren't you, idiot?" The young man bared his teeth, "It's none of your business?!"
"Angkor is a disgrace, Angkor is a disgrace to you!" the boys who took the video booed.
"What were you thinking about just now?" After finally putting everything back in place, Zhong Cheng covered half of his face with a book and spoke angrily.
"You said it's none of your business? Whose responsibility is it to win?" The young man with a bloody face didn't buy it. He raised his chin and spattered, almost hitting Zhong Chengshuo's face.
Since this great elemental object still has a physical body, Zhong Cheng said that he could feel Yin Ren's breathing and body temperature. Yin Ren frowned as he read the junior high school physics textbook, making a long "um" sound in his throat. The man's long hair hung down his shoulders, sliding back and forth on the loose fabric.
At this moment, the familiar school bell rang, and everyone rushed back to their seats.
"Whatever dog follows its master, the master is weak and the dog is weak!" The other boy was taller. When he saw his enemy being restrained by what Zhong Cheng said was a "thin and good student", he immediately laughed and made a face.
A middle-aged male teacher stepped into the classroom, his eyes swept over the two bruised and swollen people, and stopped at Zhong Chengshuo, whose desk and chair had overturned. Immediately, the teacher put down the book like no one else: "It's time for class - hello, classmates!"
"Teacher, hello," the students responded happily.
It seemed quite serious.
Yin Ren's breath and body were very warm, and Zhong Cheng said that he stopped turning the pages of the book unconsciously. It stems from instinctive rejection, stems from the closeness of the heart, and the presence of the people around you is too strong to ignore.
The boy who was beaten was the one who caused the incident, and the nosebleed on his face had not yet been wiped dry. He was tall and tall, with a face that was purple with anger. He was about to stand up and teach the transfer student a lesson, but his foot slipped and he fell into a standard butt squat.
The red light of the surveillance camera at the back of the classroom flashed, and the dark lens swept across the class. But a few minutes passed and no one intervened.
Behind him, the invisible culprit clapped his hands, and the emotion in his red eyes was obscure.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the busybody shouted with a smile, "Come and see, whoever retreats is a coward!"
Separated by a transparent, cold diaphragm.
People gathered in a circle, and except for the two people who were in a group, the only one in the circle was Zhong Cheng, who was "standstill".
Crackling, rain hit the glass window. Zhong Cheng said he was listening to his lover's heartbeat and closed his eyes slightly.
Before the "good" feeling left his mind, Zhong Cheng said the table made a loud bang. The boys who were discussing comics not far away suddenly got into a fight, and the one who was pushed almost knocked over the table Zhong Cheng was talking about.
"Is two against one a thing? Just fucking wait!" Angkor roared loudly with a nosebleed.
The surroundings are still familiar and noisy from time travel, and the recess music has not changed in more than ten years. He suddenly couldn't remember the "plant" mentality of being outside the world in his memory.
Zhong Cheng said that he saw the veins of the person he was dragging bulging, his face red and his neck thick. The man didn't even bother to pick it up. He raised his leg and kicked the other one. This kick swept across the opposite nose, and bright red nosebleeds instantly poured out and fell to the ground.
Relying on the fact that no one could see him, Lord Ghost King put his arm around Zhong Cheng's shoulder without any appearance and said, "It's really amazing. I can't understand it at all."
But Zhong Cheng said there was no doubt he felt murderous intent.
Loneliness is out of the question, let alone envy. Regarding being alone, Zhong Cheng said he had no special feeling. Just like those distant and weak ripples around him thousands of years ago. He just watched them quietly.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Some people even deliberately placed sharp objects such as utility knives and compasses close by, and then immediately backed away.
There was a burst of boos from the crowd.
The meaningless student memories suddenly gained a lot of warm weight.
No emotion is needed, like a plant growing in a corner.
Zhong Cheng grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't be impulsive."
Zhong Cheng said that his eyes looking around the classroom came to rest on Luo Chunlei. The little girl was surrounded by several friends and was looking over intently. The nosebleeds dripping on the ground were trampled by the two scuffled people, staining the ground with blood marks.
Two boys of eleven or twelve years old exuded extremely strong hostility towards each other. Seeing the situation, the surrounding students gathered around him, and some of them even cheered on the spot. One of the teenagers' face was scratched with a bloody mark, and his face turned red from holding back. He stretched out his hand and was about to grab the compass Zhong Cheng mentioned.
real…
Zhong Cheng said pulling out his thoughts from the memories. He had just opened the long-awaited textbook when his shoulders suddenly felt heavy. The young man Yin Ren was resting his chin on his shoulder and looking at the textbook curiously.
This time, his complexion completely turned from purple to black, and his whole body was full of anger and madness that should not belong to this age. For a moment, the aura around the boy was almost the same as that of an evil thing.
He blinked and raised his hand to stop the two children from messing around. But as soon as he raised his hand, someone grabbed his sleeve and raised it. Zhong Cheng's fist drew a perfect arc in the air and hit one of them in the face.
Even if he couldn't feel the aura of the spell, he still knew that the boy's fall just now was 100% caused by Yin Ren.
Yin Ren did not answer immediately. His gaze slowly passed over every student in the classroom, and his expression gradually became serious.
They were right to explore at close range this time. At this moment, Yin Ren was sure of this.
When the child just wanted to grab the compass, Yin Ren felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck, followed by a pinprick-like discomfort. Now Yin Ren is very familiar with this feeling -
A sense of voyeurism.
To be precise, it is the sense of voyeurism unique to great things. But compared to Mr. Qiu, this sense of voyeurism was weaker and far away.
The person the other party was probably peeping at was not him, but the student who was trying to hurt someone with the compass. In order to verify his guess, Yin Ren deliberately used Zhong Cheng to say punches to provoke him, making the provocateur embarrassed on the spot.
Sure enough, under the other party's madness, that unspeakable sense of voyeurism appeared again.
Is there another great element hidden here? Could it be the rumored "Mr. Le"? But compared to the feeling of being watched by Mr. Qiu, it felt like something was not right... There were not enough clues.
"There are twenty-four pollutants in this classroom." Yin Ren leaned towards Zhong Cheng's ear, "Liang Shan and the others clearly checked yesterday, and now there are so many more. Brother Zhong, I need you next Cooperate with me."
"Yeah." Zhong Cheng said softly.
"But in your case, it might be a little difficult..." Yin Ren poked his cheek.
Zhong Cheng's chest felt a little tight as he spoke, and a subtle grievance emerged on his own: "To put it bluntly, I can cooperate with anything."
Why, aren't they the best accomplices
"... Then I'll tell you, Brother Zhong, next I need you to go crazy in this class and stimulate as many children as possible."
Yin Ren probed his shoulder.
"But I heard from our parents that you were so well-behaved in junior high school. Are you really okay?"
Zhong Cheng said: "..."
Okay, I am still far away from being the "best accomplice".
Dr. Zhong can write papers, and Zhong Yanwang can kill evil things. He can even grow another head. It can be said that he really has no experience in causing trouble as a student.
"I'll try my best." Zhong Cheng said, holding the textbook in a polite voice and making a reluctant sound.
The drizzle fell, dulling the stone bricks.
"Are they okay?" Huang Jin sat on a covered stone chair in the school, his eyes blank. Huge maple leaves fell from the trees and landed on his face.
Ge Tingting said: "Pfft!" She specially used AI to pronounce her laughter.
"It should be no problem, that's Brother Yin." She bought a bag of snacks from the school canteen and was nibbling spicy strips on the other side of the stone chair.
"You are as strong as the Great Heavenly Master, but you haven't experienced compulsory education." Huang Jin took off the leaf listlessly, "Forget it, it's not life-threatening... Even if you wipe his butt, it won't be our turn. Hey, you want If you don’t want to sit here for a while, I’ll go out first—”
"Being absent from work is wrong." Ge Tingting commented seriously.
Huang Jin silently clasped the blade back on his face: "It's already raining. It's a waste of time for us to be here. At least Liangshan and Lu Xiaohe have an office to stay in. We are just wandering outside and have no time to play."
"It's also wrong to be lazy."
"...Did Shi'an secretly give you a salary increase?"
"No!" Ge Tingting snorted, kicked the flying leaf, and took out the case information to look at it. Luo Chunlei's information was displayed on the tablet, which looked a little dim in the rainy day.
"I'm still reading, I don't know how many times I've seen it." Huang Jin finally gave up covering his face with leaves to escape reality, "There's nothing special about her file, right?"
"Um."
Ge listened to the screen and turned up the brightness. She enlarged Luo Chunlei's photo, with a smile on her upright and lovely face, which looked quite lovable.
Luo Chunlei's family is wealthy, and her mother is a senior corporate executive and is smart and capable. My father used to be a loan shark and made a lot of money in his early years. Since the control became stricter, her father changed careers in the past few years and his income dropped sharply. But overall, her family's assets are enough for her to have enough food and drink for two lifetimes.
Of course, every family has sutras that are difficult to recite. Since Luo's father changed careers and his income was lower than that of his wife, Luo's father began to drink heavily and frequently abused his wife and daughter at home. Really beating and scolding is something that only happened recently—
Just the week before, this man drank too much and hit his wife and children on the head with a wine bottle. The neighbor was so frightened that he immediately reported the incident to the police, but nothing happened.
"Even if the family relationship is not good, there is no reason for that girl to be so crazy." Huang Jin, an orphan, played with the dead leaves in his hands. "To put it harshly, if her family's conditions were changed to mine, it would be too late for me to be happy."
"It can't be compared like that."
Ge, who is also an orphan, listens to slide information.
"But you're right, that's really not the reason for her to hurt her classmates. Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If I were her, I would deal with dad first—"
Huang Jin: “…”
Huang Jin: "... There is no need to go too deep into this assumption."
"-If you have a problem, you must solve it. If the problem cannot be solved, you will transfer your malice to others, just for your own pleasure." Ge Tingting finished stubbornly. "Miss Ding's way of doing things is much better."
Huang Jin originally moved his butt, seemingly trying to quietly stay away from his colleague. After hearing the second half of the sentence, he moved back silently.
There are still three to five minutes of class left, and most students have returned to the teaching building. The playground and garden were empty, the rain was pouring sparingly, the red leaves of the maple trees were swaying with the autumn wind, and the smell of the air seemed different from the outside world.
Ge Tingting turned off his tablet, looked longingly at the children running to the classroom in the rain, and stuffed spicy strips into his mouth.
But before she could swallow the mouthful of food, she choked on the spicy oil.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A distant and harsh crashing sound came from the direction of the junior high school of the teaching building. The voice was mixed with countless shouts and murmurs, as well as a creepy and sticky sound, which reminded her of the group of corpses pushing against the stone door of the tomb.
Not the voice of this world.
Not even a "sound". The corpse she heard was raving wildly, and there was nothing better than that.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of impact penetrated deep into the brain, as if the whole world was shaking, and the brain felt like it was being put into a stone mortar and pounded hard. Ge Tingting subconsciously covered his ears and let out a groan.
The spicy strip package fell to the ground, and the bright red food was stained with dusty soil.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you?" Huang Jin immediately put down his undisciplined attitude and half-crouched in front of Ge Tingting, "Xiao Ge, Xiao Ge! Can you still speak?"
Ge Tingting's face turned red from holding back, and he remained silent.
"I'll contact Liang Shan right away." Huang Jin quickly took out his cell phone.
"I'm fine." Ge Tingting stared at the direction of the sound and typed through gritted teeth, "It should be over, I just heard a strange and uncomfortable sound... Yin Ren is right, something is wrong here. "
Huang Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He touched Ge Tingting's sweaty forehead, his brows still furrowed: "Are you sure you don't need me to find someone?"
"I'm really fine." Ge Tingting wiped his face, "I..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
For some reason, after a few minutes of silence, the voice suddenly popped into my mind again. Ge Tingting couldn't hold it back and vomited all over the floor.
"Cough cough... cough... vomit..."
She painfully wiped the vomit from her mouth, trying to suppress the desire to vomit deep in her throat. Fortunately, there was another ring, and the sound disappeared, replaced by the melodious school bell.
Huang Jin hurriedly rummaged through his bag to get wet wipes, and then hurriedly edited the text message. Before his message was sent, a figure stopped in front of the two of them.
The skinny hand stretched out in front of the two of them and handed out a thermos cup.
"Drink some warm water and calm down, little girl." The man said with a smile.
Ge Tingting raised his head with difficulty.
Opposite him was a thin man, dressed as a school worker. His clothes were slightly wet from the rain, but he didn't hold an umbrella, and he had a big bamboo broom in his arms. He had gray hair, two huge bags under his eyes, and his voice had the characteristic wheezing sound of a patient.
Judging from the figure, this man was about forty, but his face was much older than that of Fu Xingchuan of the same age.
"Don't be afraid of getting dirty. I haven't drunk the sugar water I brought yet." Seeing that neither of them answered, the man added with a smile. He unscrewed the lid, and it was really full of brown sugar fruits.
Huang Jin took the thermos cup doubtfully - the man didn't seem to have any ill intentions. He tried it with his portable spiritual weapon and found that there was nothing inappropriate added to the sugar water.
He looked at the thoughts on this person's face for a long time, and there were only some memories of the actions of the students in this school, and a little concern - he seemed to really care about Ge Tingting.
"Thank you, uncle." Others have done this, and he can't refuse.
Ge Tingting drank a bottle of warm brown sugar water and breathed better: "I'm sorry, I vomited here. I'll clean it up later."
"Oh, it's still high-tech." The school janitor glanced at the AI that was making the sound, smiled in surprise, and sat down on a nearby stone chair, "It's okay, I just finished sweeping that area. When the rain stops, I’ll clean up here.”
The cool autumn rain fell on the rain shelter, and the water droplets fell slowly along the edge. The three of them were not far apart, but there was only the sound of rain in the air.
"...Little girl, I've never seen you before. Are you a high school student?" the school guard said naturally.
"No, I just brought my sister here to have a look." Huang Jin quickly answered, "She is going to transfer schools, and we want to find a school she likes. As you saw, she is in a special situation."
Ge Tingting nodded.
"Don't choose, this school is very good." The school worker said happily, "I have been working here for seven or eight years, I promise to tell the truth."
The school worker's body quickly recalled this school-related memory, and it didn't look like he was lying.
Halfway through the recollection, the man coughed and beat his chest hard.
He wore the school uniform that wasn't too roomy in a loose style, exposing his rugged bones and joints, and the cheap trousers were full of pleats. Huang Jin's eyes swept over the school janitor's retro cloth shoes and returned to the man's haggard face.
"We are quite satisfied with this school. We just want to experience the atmosphere for a few more days." Huang Jin laughed.
Ge Tingting, whether intentionally or not, quickly changed the subject: "Is your health okay? I heard you cough a little badly. My grandma always coughed like this before... She suffered from the previous famine and left the root of the disease. Everyone said she should take good care of herself. It will definitely be fine.”
The school janitor's expression froze for a moment. He held the broom with his chicken claw-like hands and looked at the dead leaves swaying in the wind and rain.
"Don't look at me like this. My body was in good health when I was young. I can eat as much as I can through the esophagus."
He said with a wry smile, his face a little sad.
"Everyone has a good life. Live a long time and eat well. I was not like this at that time... ahem."
"What happened next?" Ge Tingting answered in time.
"Later, then there was famine. All my problems were caused by hunger, which can be regarded as the root of the disease. Alas, there was not enough food to eat, and I was particularly unlucky... I could eat less and less... "
The school guard turned his cloudy eyes and his tone was almost gentle.
I haven't heard of any major famine in China recently. Ge Tingting cast a confused look.
"Of course, it's my own physical problem. I have a colleague who is not only younger and stronger than me, but also recently, he has to eat as much as he wants."
Even Huang Jin frowned this time. He couldn't understand what the school guard was talking about, and his description didn't seem to match the specific incident.
"Uncle, I have some money. Can you bring it to your colleague so that he can share it with you?" Ge Tingting didn't think much about it. She simply took out her phone and said, "Just think of it as a thank you gift for the sugar water."
"No, little girl."
The school janitor shook his head happily.
"My colleague passed away not long ago - you see, life is so unpredictable. I thought he must have lived the longest among us."
"Feel sorry… "
"It doesn't matter." The school guard waved his hand, "How do you say that, he who doesn't know is not guilty."
When he said the last sentence, his tone was a little strange. The school manager's attitude remained gentle, but the cold hair on the back of Ge Tingting's neck never softened. Now it seems that it may not be just the cold rain.
Ge Tingting forced herself to adjust her breathing. She picked up the cup and walked quickly to the school administrator.
"Uncle, return your cup. It's raining too much, so my brother and I will go back first."
The school guard looked at her in silence for a while, with no emotion in his cloudy eyes.
"Oh, come again."
After a long while, he responded slowly.
"This is the best school."
(End of chapter)