A week later, Cangnan City No. 6 Middle School.
"Hey, look, is that person from our school? Why is his eyes covered with a layer of cloth?"
"Wearing our school uniform, it must be from our school."
"He is still holding a guide stick in his hand. He seems to be a blind man."
"Strange, why haven't I seen it before?"
"It should be the new freshman in high school, right?"
"Don't tell me, he looks quite handsome with a few circles of black cloth wrapped around his eyes."
"But how can blind people go to class? It seems our school doesn't have special classes, right?"
"have no idea."
“…”
As expected, Lin Qiye attracted a lot of attention as soon as he walked into the school gate.
However, Lin Qiye had experienced too many scenes like this. He walked through the Maple Leaf Avenue of the school as if there was no one around and walked towards the teaching building.
Speaking of which, Lin Qiye was well prepared to face those thorns before he came. After all, like in many brainless novels, a few silly so-called "school bullies" would definitely jump out of this situation and ridicule him. , laying the groundwork for him to show off and get slapped in the face in the future...
However, the troublemaker did not appear. Instead, many students came forward and asked him if he needed help.
This made Lin Qiye feel inexplicably disappointed.
It makes sense, since they are all modern students who have gone through nine years of compulsory education. How can there be so many blind troublemakers? Besides, even those small groups now pay attention to "loyalty". It's okay to help brothers settle things and express their feelings on weekdays. But if they really go up to bully the disabled, they will be drowned in saliva the next day and their reputation will be completely ruined.
Lin Qiye walked up the stairs and soon found his classroom, Class 2, Grade 2. He has been in the special school for one year and is now a transfer student after transferring to another school.
Judging from most movies, TV dramas and novels, transfer students are generally synonymous with neglect, isolation, and misery. After all, in the first year of high school, various small groups have been formed. If you don't take the initiative, it will be difficult to truly Integrate into the class.
Lin Qiye knew very well that he was not the kind of person to take the initiative.
Even though he had been with them since his freshman year in high school, with his temperament of keeping strangers away from him, he was probably still alone now.
But there is nothing wrong with being alone. At least Lin Qiye enjoys this feeling. No one will disturb him, he can calmly cultivate his character and focus on his studies...
If you really try to force him to have a good relationship with others, he won't.
Standing at the door of the classroom, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked in.
The moment Lin Qiye walked into the class, the noise suddenly stopped and the air suddenly became quiet...
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Just when Lin Qiye was about to say something, the class suddenly exploded!
"Are you classmate Lin Qiye? Your seat is ready, over there."
"Classmate Lin Qiye, can't you see? I will take you there."
"Student, please walk slower, there are a lot of things on the corridor... Who is that, take your schoolbag back quickly!"
“…”
Before Lin Qiye could react, several classmates had already stepped forward and carefully led him to his seat. There was also a tall boy who directly took Lin Qiye's schoolbag and carried it on his shoulders. superior.
Surrounded by many people, Lin Qiye arrived at his seat "safely".
Lin Qiye:...
Why is this different from the script
"Classmate Lin Qiye, I am Jiang Qian, the monitor of this class. If you have any questions, you can come to me." A girl with a ponytail patted her chest and said.
"My name is Li Yifei. If you want to go to dinner, call me and I will take you there." The man helping him with his bag smiled.
"And me, my name is Wang Shao..."
“…”
Many people gathered around him and greeted him enthusiastically.
For a moment, Lin Qiye was a little confused.
To be honest, this was quite different from what he imagined.
"You guys know me?" Lin Qiye had a strange expression.
"The head teacher told us about you." Jiang Qian, the monitor, replied, "However, what impressed us the most was your aunt. That day she was standing here with a basket of eggs, delivering eggs to us one by one. Please Let's take care of you..."
There seemed to be a thunder in Lin Qiye's mind, and he froze on the spot.
He couldn't listen to what those classmates said next. He just stared at the classroom in a daze, and in his mind, he couldn't help but picture the stooped middle-aged woman carrying a basket of freshly boiled eggs. , a picture of sincerely asking my classmates.
"Classmates, please help me. My nephew has bad eyesight and a cold temper. Please pay more attention to him..."
"Little girl, you are so good-looking, and my nephew is also very handsome. You will definitely like it..."
"This child Qiye is cold on the outside but hot on the inside. As long as you get to know him well, you will definitely get along very well..."
“…”
I don’t know when it started, but the black ribbon became slightly wet.
"Aunt..." he murmured.
While everyone was chatting, a female teacher walked in with a book under her arm. Seeing Lin Qiye sitting in the front row, she first came up to express her condolences, then gave a brief introduction to everyone, and then started teaching.
"Everyone, turn the book to page ninety-one. Today we will talk about the history and dilemma of modern Daxia..."
It seems that because of the extra Lin Qiye, today the teacher skipped the process of skimming the textbook and directly explained the content of the book.
"A hundred years ago, there were more than 200 countries on the earth, distributed on seven continents and four oceans, with different customs and cultures. Even in that era when technology was not developed, we could still travel to different countries by ship. Countries, feel the collision of cultures... "
"However, on March 9, a mysterious fog suddenly appeared out of thin air in Antarctica, and then spread at an alarming rate. In just 24 hours, it swallowed up nearly 98% of the earth's area."
"The high-rise buildings built by humans, the ancient forests that have existed since ancient times, the bottomless oceans... everything is covered by the fog, and countless countries have fallen into the fog, with no news at all."
"However, this incredible fog... stopped just when it was about to invade the land of Daxia."
"No one knows why, but it just weirdly stopped."
"Over the past hundred years, countless theories and conjectures have been put forward. Some people say that this mist is actually a kind of creature. After devouring 98% of the earth, it just happened to be full, so it stopped near Daxia; some say it was because of Daxia There is a special magnetic field in the location, which hinders the spread of fog; some people say that this is the foundation that I have accumulated for five thousand years in Daxia, protecting this country... "
"The composition of this fog is completely beyond human cognition. No matter whether it is light, sound, radio waves, or other detection methods, it can penetrate this fog. No one knows that behind this fog, those who were killed a hundred years ago Do other countries that were engulfed still exist..."
"According to experts' speculation, the probability of them surviving in the fog is extremely low, because whether this fog is inhaled into the lungs or comes into contact with the surface of the skin... it is fatal!"
"In the past hundred years, our country has sent countless well-equipped exploration teams into the fog, but no one has come back."
"Fifty years ago, our country's first satellite was successfully launched. Judging from the pictures and images transmitted back from space, the entire earth has turned gray and white, leaving only Daxia, a pure land."
"Daxia now is like an isolated island on this planet, and we...may be the last survivors of this planet."
"Therefore, the day when the fog appears, which is March 9 every year, is called the 'Day of Survival'."