Time is fast forwarding.
This information is confirmed.
Chen Yang looked at the words and sentences in the textbook, feeling strange. Since a week had passed, why were they still in the first lesson? What had they done in the past week? It was inconvenient for him to look around, so he could only secretly observe his nerdy deskmate Jiang Wei. The other party was sitting upright, and there was nothing unusual.
Just as Chen Yang was about to retract his gaze, he suddenly discovered that there was an oil stain on the right cuff of Jiang Wei's school uniform, which was not there before. He supported his head with his hands without changing his expression, and secretly lifted his eyelids.
The head teacher on the podium was still wearing a blue striped jacket, but a closer look revealed that it was not the same one, as the collar of this one was more worn.
Chen Yang moved his hand that was supporting his head downwards, hiding the astonishment in his eyes. From the words that suddenly appeared on the blackboard, the extra oil stains on Jiang Wei's school uniform, and the jacket that the head teacher had changed, he guessed that he had skipped a week sitting on the chair. Neither the head teacher nor Xia Wei had skipped a week. They had spent the week normally...
I'll find a way to verify it after class.
"In fact, there are quite a lot of poems about autumn." The head teacher walked down from the podium.
Chen Yang’s brain stopped working instantly. Is there anything about Qiu
The head teacher walked from the front of the classroom to the back, stopped beside a seat, and tapped the table twice with his fingers: "Wenqing, stand up and speak."
Wen Qing stood up: "I don't know."
"You don't know anything?" the head teacher asked again.
“Yes, I don’t know a word.” Wen Qing’s childish face and honest tone make him so well behaved that people want to tie a red scarf on him.
The whole class was silent.
"You got full marks in Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination, but you don't even know a single poem about autumn?" The head teacher's face was filled with helplessness as if he had been fooled.
Wen Qing: "…" I got full marks in Chinese in the high school entrance exam? You have to play like this. He casually scratched his bangs that couldn't cover the black birthmark, and said innocently, "I don't like autumn, is summer okay?"
The head teacher did not give the student a cold shoulder. He responded as if he was joking with a friend: "Do you think it's okay?"
"I think," Wen Qing saw Jin Xiaochang looking back at him, he shrugged and said he would stop playing, "the autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging."
"Yes, "Viewing the Ocean." The head teacher motioned him to sit down.
Chen Yang in front has a little dampness on his back. Wen Qing is a top student, so he sits in the first row...
The positions should not be arranged according to grades, Chen Yang comforted himself.
The head teacher did not continue to walk to the back, he turned around. Chen Yang listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and felt the tension that was unique to the classroom. Although he had graduated from high school for many years and had experienced many life-and-death moments in his life, when he sat in the classroom with his young body, all the feelings were very appropriate.
A beer belly appeared in Chen Yang's peripheral vision, accompanied by a low shout: "Xia Le."
That was Zhong Qi's deskmate who sat across the aisle from Chen Yang. She had an ordinary student hairstyle, with the front hair pinned behind her ears with a black hairpin. She was as thin as a bamboo pole and couldn't even hold up her school uniform.
Zhong Qi was the first to introduce themselves, and Xia Le was the second to speak. Chen Yang noticed her words and actions. She was a silhouette of a certain type of student in the school, introverted, unconfident, and with little sense of presence.
At this time, she recited a poem describing autumn, her voice so soft that only the head teacher could hear it.
The head teacher asked her to speak louder and she said it again, but it made no difference.
Chen Yang observed that the head teacher was not angry. He seemed to pay great attention to the teacher-student relationship and interactive atmosphere at the beginning of the first year of high school, hoping to have a good start.
"Xia Le was talking about Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha". Although it is not a poem or a lyric, it does describe autumn, "Autumn Thoughts", a Yuan Dynasty song." The head teacher said to her in a gentle voice, "Speak louder when you speak, and don't be afraid of making mistakes. It's okay to make mistakes, and it's not shameful."
The classmates around looked over. Xia Le's face was as red as blood and he kept picking at his palms with his nails.
The head teacher asked Xia Le to sit down. He turned around and asked, "Chen Yang, what about you?"
Chen Yang stood up slowly: "I'm still thinking about it." He just remembered what Xia Le said about the withered vines, old trees and crows.
The head teacher looked at him with a complicated look.
Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that I also got full marks in Chinese
"You are seriously biased in your studies," said the head teacher. "Chinese is your weak subject. You need to make a study plan as early as possible and have enough reserve in poetry."
Chen Yang: “…” Oh, he is biased in subjects, and Chinese is his worst. What is his best subject? It must not be mathematics.
The next second he heard his head teacher say: "As long as you put 10 points and 11 points of your love for math into Chinese, you won't fail in Chinese."
Chen·Liberal Arts Student·Yang's eyes went dark. What he feared was what he expected. This was troublesome. The taskers had to learn about their personalities from others, and... He took a deep breath. The personalities were definitely not just for show. They would be involved in the tasks.
A class lasts for 45 minutes. The head teacher uses some of the time to interact with students and the rest of the time to talk about Qinyuanchun and the cipai. From time to time, the chalk would scratch across the blackboard, making a hissing sound.
Chen Yang's mouth was full of chalk dust. He felt that this assignment was a punishment for his past habit of dozing off, eating, reading novels, slacking off, chatting, and eating melon seeds during class. During this class, he kept his scalp tense and held his breath, not daring to relax for a single moment. He took notes lightly, fearing that he would knock something on the table to the ground, or subconsciously move the table and chairs.
The moment the bell rang, the classroom was like a lake disturbed by a long pole. The head teacher tucked the textbook under his arm, opened the door and went out with a teacup in hand. The sounds of pulling chairs, the crisp sound of spoons scraping against rice bowls, talking and footsteps formed a symphony of school dismissal.
Chen Yang glanced at his phone. The flow of time was normal during class, but it started to speed up again after class.
Wen Qing came and called Jin Xiaochang and Chen Yang, pointing at the windowsill.
Chen looked up and saw a row of stainless steel lunch boxes outside the windowsill. He knew which one was his at a glance, just like finding a seat when entering the classroom.
"You go first." Chen Yang winked at Wen Qing, I have something to confirm, see you at the cafeteria entrance later.
Wen Qing and Jin Xiaochang each carried a lunch box downstairs. It didn't matter whether they ate or not, the key was to integrate into the group. Since it was time to get out of school, they went to the cafeteria.
"He's in good condition. I thought he would habitually call out, Chao Jian, Chao Jian, Chao Jian, and then become depressed and helpless when he realizes that he's not around." Wen Qing played with the long spoon. "Oh, by the way, he's also used to pulling Chao Jian wherever he goes. I guess he's not used to it now. Poor him."
Jin Xiaochang: "Don't want to talk about time information?"
"No, it's boring." Wen Qing looked listless. "I was hoping that Professor Bai would be more helpful, but I didn't know that he was just a hypocrite and really stupid. He did the tasks in a very disciplined manner, which was very boring." He thought of someone else, and the dead water in his eyes came to life. "I still have expectations. I will make a grand appearance later and perform an interesting show."
"Then you will be disappointed," Jin Xiaochang knew who Wen Qing was referring to, "He is just a small fish and shrimp, and I can't give you a wonderful stage."
"It's better to have something than nothing. I'll make do with it. My teacher told me that I should be content with what I have. I'm a good and obedient child." Wen Qing suddenly moved closer to Jin Xiaochang, "Why does your mouth smell like milk?"
Captain Jin Xiao grabbed Wen Qing's head and pushed it away.
"It's Chen Yang's, the milk slices he eats aren't sweet, they have a strong milk taste." Wen Qing bumped Jin Xiaochang's lunch box with his lunch box, "What can I say about you? You don't like him, but you still eat his milk slices. You're such a dog, the dog king in the world."
Jin Xiaochang's aura became more dangerous. He scratched his messy curly hair and his brows became lazy again: "Speak more politely, Qingqing."
"My name is Wenqing, not Wenming." Wenqing jumped down the stairs, turned around, looked up and said with a smile, "Old Jin, let me ask you a question, what is a sense of belief?"
"It's hope." Jin Xiaochang walked past Wen Qing. His blue-green eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the dust and look into the distance, where the wind blew the thatched grass and smoke rose.
The hipster murmured in the quiet corridor: "Wow." So what? What is hope
Jin Xiaochang's voice came from the corridor: "Qingqing, come down."
"Just wait, I'm going to go down and beat you!" Wen Qing thought, clanging his lunch box.
There were only a few people left in the classroom, and Chen Yang was one of them. He slowly packed up the textbooks on the table and touched his deskmate with his elbow casually.
"Hey, Jiang Wei." Chen Yang moved closer. He was not stupid enough to ask directly, "Why are we learning the first lesson today after a week of school starting?" Testing requires skills.
"How have you been this week?" Chen Yang asked with a warm smile.
"Just... reading at home." Jiang Wei stuttered.
Chen Yang smiled. It turned out that the school was on holiday for a week. The reason was probably related to Xiao Zhang's death. If someone died in the class, the parents would definitely be worried.
"I really admire you. I can't even watch it. I get scared when I think about someone dying in our class." Chen Yang said as he looked towards Xiao Zhang's seat nervously, "Don't you think he's still in the classroom?"
Jiang Wei said: "There is no such thing as a ghost after death. It's just electromagnetics."
"Girls are sentimental and afraid of ghosts, and they like to fantasize. The school had no choice but to let us stay home for a week." Jiang Wei disagreed with this, "Time is precious and should not be wasted like that."
Chen Yang wiped his face again and again, not quite adapting to the collagen that he had lost and regained.
"It is still necessary to suspend classes for a week. Now I see no one mentions Zhang anymore." Chen Yang was stunned. No wonder the atmosphere in the class just now was not at all depressing.
Teenagers who are young and inexperienced have a fast metabolism and a wide range of emotions. After a week, the impact of the death of a new classmate was almost diluted.
Jiang Wei got up and moved the chair inside, and Chen Yang walked out of the classroom with him.
Chen Yang took his lunch box from outside the window sill, and turned around to find that Jiang Wei's plaid shirt under her school uniform had turned into a sweater. He paused while buttoning the lid of the lunch box, strode to the edge of the corridor and looked down. The leaves were all yellow.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Wei asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see if there were many people in the cafeteria." Chen Yang said.
Jiang Wei walked forward, Chen Yang fell behind and quickly looked for an opportunity to check his phone. More than a month had passed. It was now the first day of November, and school was over on Monday at noon.
Chen Yang noticed that Jiang Mo stopped in the corner next to the stairs. He walked closer and asked, "Why don't you go down?"
"Classes 3 and 4 are staying late again. There are too many people. I'll wait a moment." Jiang Mo said.
Chen Yang looked at the empty staircases and corridors. A chill ran straight to the top of his head. He zipped up his school uniform jacket to the top and bit the zipper head.
There is a similar old trope in ghost stories, such as one person getting on an empty bus and another person saying it is full.
What Jiang Wei just said has the same cooling effect in summer.
"Damn it, I deliberately left later, why are there still so many people here?!" Zhong Qi rushed over and scratched his head frantically. He hugged Jiang Wei and said, "Squad leader, there will be a lot of people in the cafeteria soon, and the queue will be so long! When it's your turn, the delicious dishes will be gone! Hurry up!"
Chen Yang saw the dark and strong Zhong Qi and the elegant Jiang Wei walking downstairs. There seemed to be a lot of people going downstairs in the corridor. Zhong Qi squeezed and shouted: "Excuse me! Excuse me!"
"Damn! Who stepped on my foot!" Zhong Qi screamed.
All Chen Yang saw from beginning to end were Zhong Qi and Jiang Wei. He could tell that the two were not acting. He bit the zipper head and gritted his teeth, thinking of the dust and flying stones in the windless playground.
There were many people walking at that time. There were not only Grade 1 students (Class 1) on the playground, but also other classes.
That's why even when more than 30 of them were lined up, the assembly music was still playing on the radio, and it took a while before it was changed.
That was while we were waiting for the other classes to gather and for all the classes to form teams.
Chen Yang spat out the zipper head and went downstairs. At first he was still wondering, since there was only one class in the whole school, what abnormalities would the teacher and sixteen students show? But no, they went to class and left get out of class as usual. It turned out that he was thinking in the wrong direction.
In the eyes of the taskers, the school only has Grade 1(1) class, and those people are leading a normal campus life. Time does not fast forward or jump, but moves forward normally.
Chen Yang went to meet his teammates at the cafeteria entrance. Amid the aroma of food, he revealed his findings and analysis.
Everyone has a cell phone, and they all know about the time issue, and they can also see the jumps in seasons, but they didn't easily approach their deskmates to investigate, for fear of exposing themselves or getting involved in side quests.
Some people are hoping for the best and hope they can make it to the end.
"Two timelines." Chen Yang said, "We are on a timeline that can fast forward and suddenly jump, while the dozen or so students and teachers are on the normal timeline."
"The timeline we followed was based on events." Bai Tang continued, "The class time was normal, and the 20-minute break time from gathering at the playground to returning to the classroom was also normal. After 20 minutes, the third class should have started, but it was skipped. When the bell rang, everything became normal again. After class, it fast-forwarded again, from mid-to-late September to early November."
The two girlfriends looked at each other, not understanding what the professor said. They whispered, "Professor, can you repeat it for us?"
Bai Tang summarized: "Our timeline follows a certain person. The normal flow of time is the part that person wants to experience, and the rest is skipped."
Chen Yang said: "It's like watching a movie, I fast forward the scenes I'm not interested in."
Everyone finally understood the meaning of it. When they recall their high school days now, they will find that some things are recorded for various reasons, while some things have long been forgotten. This is probably the reason why the timeline is normal or jumpy.
The nineteen people at the cafeteria entrance were silent for a moment.
"Why are you suddenly silent? Is the group muting?" Wen Qing grabbed Jin Xiaochang's left arm, lifted the cuff of his school uniform and looked at his watch. "The time is running normally now."
Chen Yang thought: "For that person, this is also a necessary thing, so he didn't jump over it."
"We're just coming to the cafeteria to eat after school at noon, why not skip it?" Qian Han muttered in confusion.
"Maybe this noon has special meaning to that person." Chen Yang concluded, "The things that have not been scheduled are the self-introduction at the beginning of the school year, the morning exercises, the first Chinese class, and the noon of the first day of November."
"Here comes the point," Wen Qing exaggeratedly said, "So, whose timeline is this?" He stood on the steps beside the flower bed with his back to the sun, with an innocent smile on his face, "Whose memory are we in..."
Wen Qing suddenly pointed his finger and said, "Student Lin, you answer it!"
Lin Chengye was distracted, and he was startled when he heard Wen Qing's shout: "What?"
"Don't be indecisive." Wen Qing made a friendly reminder, "If you are unlucky, you will die."
Lin Chengye laughed dryly: "I will pay attention to it. Thank you Mr. Wen for your advice."
"You're welcome, you're welcome. We are all classmates, and it's only natural for us to help each other." Wen Qing waved his hand and repeated the question.
Lin Chengye said: "That class teacher."
"The task prompt is 'If you don't learn, don't delay others'. This is what the teacher said from a teacher's perspective." He had good reasons and logic.
Chen Yang glanced at Lin Chengye. This man had touched a nerve in Wen Qing as soon as he appeared, but he didn't know why.
Even as a high school student, Lin Chengye is still fair and chubby, making people want to pinch and rub his face. It is easy for him to be popular with others with his looks.
There were voices of agreement and rebuttal to Lin Chengye's statement in the team.
"Yes, that's what I wanted to say too. The evil ghost is him!"
"But when Xiao Zhang died, the head teacher was on the podium."
"The clone technique."
"… "
A girl with a ponytail said: "My idea is the same as Mr. Lin. The task prompt revealed the identity of the evil spirit. It is either the class teacher or another teacher."
Her name is Yang Xue. She also has a face that looks like a top student. She is the type of talented girl with good grades and a classical look, as if she can take out a guqin and play it at any time.
Chen Yang listened to everyone's discussion, his stomach growling. He felt like he had been in class for the whole morning. The aromas in the cafeteria drifted towards him: shredded pork with fish sauce, kelp and winter melon soup, stir-fried cauliflower and pork...
Bai Tang saw Chen Yang swallowing his saliva. He hesitated and lightly touched his sleeve: "How about you go in and get the food first?"
"It's okay, I can still hold on." Chen Yang said.
Seeing that Chen Yang insisted, Bai Tang stopped trying to persuade him. They were not familiar with each other yet. If Xiang Dong was here, he might be able to help them make the connection... No, Bai Tang came to his senses and frowned slightly in self-mockery. Xiang Dong would only team up with Chen Yang and would not care about his life or death.
"The death condition for this mission is not to disturb others' studies." Bai Tang suppressed his inappropriate feeling of loss, "The mission is to finish high school here?"
"The timeline jumps so fast, it's very possible." Wen Qing's face was full of anticipation, "Then will there be a slogan with a 100-day countdown to the college entrance examination? I haven't seen it yet, it must be very exciting!"
Everyone: “…”
Qian Han felt like the sky was falling: "Oh my god, how long will I have to stay here before the college entrance examination? I'm only in the first year of high school now."
"It's almost time," Qian Qin said, "The final exam for the first semester of high school is coming soon."
The atmosphere was a bit suffocating.
"I should be able to skip it, right? The exam is boring and meaningless, and the owner of the timeline will definitely omit it." The poor student Qian Han held his brother's hand tightly.
"The teacher likes it." The poor student Zeng Jin poured cold water on Qian Han and himself, "If it is really like what Mr. Lin and Ms. Yang said, this is a certain teacher's timeline and memory, then the final exam should be..."
"Stop talking!" Another poor student, Lin Chengye, shouted to stop him.
"Yes, yes, it's only November. There's no point in talking about this now." Someone immediately agreed.
So this question started and ended quickly, revealing the ratio of academic masters to poor students in the team.
Chen Yang walked into the cafeteria. He turned around and said, "By the way, my deskmate Jiang Wei is the class monitor. During the skipped time, there was an election for class leaders."
"You are the math class representative." Qian Han took advantage of the opportunity to poke Chen Yang with a needle. The needle was so thick and long that Chen Yang almost vomited blood and died. He wiped the non-existent blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I am mentally prepared."
Chen Yang then asked Qian Han where he got the news.
Qian Han scratched the back of his head. "I found out from Wang Juan when I went downstairs after school." He looked at Chen Yang who was absent-minded. "Mr. Chen, are you not good at math?"
Chen Yang smiled: "How can I say this? I am a liberal arts student, and I have graduated from liberal arts for many years."
Everyone: “…” That’s enough, no need to say more.
Wen Qing ran down the stairs and approached Chen Yang: "Handsome guy, you are so miserable."
"I want to eat now, and then think of a solution after I finish eating." Chen Yang was so hungry that he saw stars in front of his eyes. He wanted to turn around and ask Chao Jian what he wanted to eat, but he swallowed the words back, tasting bitter and astringent.
As soon as Wen Qing saw Chen Yang's expression, he knew that he was thinking of Chao Jian. Habits are terrible: "If someone asks you to explain a math problem and you can't explain it, does it count as delaying the other person's study?"
"Just tell the other person that I don't know how to do it." Chen Yang said, "If you don't know how to do it but still pretend to know how to do it, wasting other people's time and playing tricks on them, that won't work."
Wen Qing looked at Chen Yang walking towards a window. He raised his eyebrows at Jin Xiao and said, "Did you hear that? We don't have to worry about it."
Jin Xiaochang said as a matter of course: "Qingqing, go get me some food."
"That's what I was going to say." Wen Qing smiled, "The old way, rock-paper-scissors, the winner gets to feed the other, and the winner is determined by one hand."
Jin Xiao curled his lips: "Come."
A few seconds later, Wen Qing went to the window with two lunch boxes. The aura around him was frighteningly gloomy. I was angry, but I still had to accept the defeat because adults have to be responsible for their own actions.
This is his definition of life. Once he makes a decision, he must bear the consequences.
There are two windows for getting food, and behind them are people serving dishes. Chen Yang could only see a dozen people coming in and out, but there was only the bottom of the rice bucket and many dishes left.
Even though this scene brought back memories of his student days, Chen Yang still felt creepy.
Chen Yang ordered three taels of rice, two meat dishes and one vegetable dish. The lunch box was full. He took a bite and tasted the flavor of school.
Wen Qing deliberately threw Jin Xiaochang's lunch box at the window, and he took his own to find Chen Yang.
"You still want to eat this dish?" Wen Qing pointed at the beef stewed with potatoes that Chen Yang made.
Chen Yang looked inquiringly.
Wen Qing said, "You've been eating this for more than 20 days in a row."
Chen Yang swallowed the food in his mouth: "Is there?"
Wen Qing said meaningfully: "Yes."
Chen Yang's shell began to crack, exposing his fragile parts. His face became younger, but his eyes remained as immature as ever. All his experiences and waits were reflected in his eyes.
Beef stew with potatoes is Chao Jian's favorite dish, and he will order it whenever he sees it.
"I'll tell you Lao Jin's contact information when I get back." Wen Qing curled his lips.
Chen Yang thanked him. With his literary personality, he was only interested in interesting things.
What's the point of other people's love? Wen Qing has done his best by taking the initiative to do this.
Chen Yang glanced at Jin Xiaochang not far away, vaguely planning something.
Everyone stood in front of the teaching building to eat lunch, and most people had no appetite.
"We need to quickly find clues before time is fast forward, skipped, or in class."
Bai Tang only ordered a portion of rice and no vegetables. He used his slender fingers to hold the spoon and scooped a little rice into his mouth. After chewing it slowly, he said, "Since the first suspect is the class teacher, let's start with him."
Qian Han was sitting on the steps eating, stuffing a lot into his mouth, and said incoherently: "He is in the dormitory building now!"
"What about that?" Yang Xue pointed to a place.