Chapter 20 A Ring of a Ghostly God
Fang Ke opened his eyes suddenly and recalled an afternoon when he slept for a long time and felt back pain.
When you wake up from a long dream, you always feel confused for a while and can't figure out what happened.
He remembered that he should have hanged himself.
But now, he was sitting in the car safely, with no one in the driver's seat. He tried to pull the door and opened it.
As I walked down, my steps were a little unsteady. My soul had just returned to my body and I was still a little uncomfortable.
But those were all minor matters. Fang Ke suddenly tensed up his back because...
As he got out of the car, he heard a "beep" sound behind him and the car door was locked.
The owner didn't go far!
He subconsciously looked for Shen Cinian's figure, but couldn't find him.
He frowned and found that he had no recollection of how he got out of the copy. He only seemed to have vaguely heard the words "divine favor".
What divine favor?
He unconsciously clenched his fist, and then he realized that there was something extra on his right hand!
It was an inconspicuous ring, worn on the middle finger. The ring was very prickly, very, very prickly. Fang Ke tried to pull it down, but the back of his middle finger was scratched and hurt.
It hurts... Is there a pattern inside? Or is it actually not a pattern but a small blade or short needle?
Damn, what kind of divine favor is this? Whose ring has a blade inside?
Fang Ke thought it was just the stupid main system playing tricks on him again. He raised his right hand and put it in front of his eyes. Three unclear letters were engraved on the outer ring: SCN.
Miser vegetable puree delete you what mess?
Fang Ke simply stopped thinking about it because he couldn't figure it out. He stood in the snow and wanted to light a cigarette. He felt his pocket and found it was bulging. He took it out and saw that it contained a box of chewing gum.
He was stunned for a moment. How did he take out Shen Cinian's chewing gum? He didn't remember putting it in his pocket.
He realized something and immediately reached into his other pocket. Sure enough, the cigarettes and lighter were gone.
I don’t know what mood I’m in, it’s a little subtle.
He already knew that his head teacher was not a serious person. "Nian" was not a very common surname. It just so happened that his head teacher was new, and the member of his tavern was also new.
End of the year... End of the year... Fang Ke repeated it silently twice, and his eyes darkened when he thought of the post asking for a partner.
Someone must have had a great time on Saturday. It must have felt great to be having sex with a stray dog even though you have company at home. I just wonder what Shen Cinian's family would think if they knew.
Fang Ke clenched his left hand, but deliberately did not clench his right hand: he did not want his hands to be covered in blood and be misunderstood.
He suddenly thought that he might not be able to hit anyone with his right hand in the future, and he was almost going crazy in an instant. He kicked the snow with a "grab" sound, kicking a big hole, and then walked to the third floor angrily.
Class 14 was still very noisy. Fang Ke kicked the door open and his anger increased instead of decreasing.
"Class is in session!" He glanced at everyone in the class with a cold face, "What are you making noise about? Take the Chinese textbook!"
"Cough cough cough," Wang Le desperately winked at Fang Ke.
"If you have eyelid cramps, go get treatment! Look, I'm a doctor."
"Ahem... um... uh... Boss... this section... uh... might be... uh... that... uh... arithmetic."
Fang Ke paused noticeably, his expression darkening. He pounded the podium with his left hand and raised his voice, "I said Chinese! The teacher doesn't even know there's a class!"
Wang Le quickly stood up, patted Fang Ke on the back to calm him down, and said, "Boss, calm down. Teacher Chen may not know. I'll go get him right away!"
Nonsense, the class schedule was just changed fifteen seconds ago, it would be strange if Teacher Chen knew about it.
Wang Le didn't dare to complain and could only criticize in his heart. Seeing Fang Ke nodded, he immediately ran to the office to call people to class.
Walking on the road, Wang Le heard the sound of reading aloud from other classes, and his heart jumped for joy. He couldn't hide his expectations.
Will Teacher Nian be in the office? Will he be wearing the same burgundy shirt he wore last time? What brand is that belt around his waist? Is it expensive? If he gives Teacher Nian a new one, will Teacher Nian give him "special care"?
He was too direct last time, which probably made Teacher Nian unhappy. Next time he really brings the book to ask questions, will Teacher Nian help him explain?
If he starts studying hard now and gets first place in the class, will the teacher be happy for him? Will he think that he is different and works harder than others?
Wang Le walked all the way to the office and saw that Shen Cinian was not sitting there. He lowered his head in disappointment.
After sighing, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, his tone depressed: "Teacher Chen, can you go to get out of class?"
"Why, you still need me to teach you?" Chinese teacher Chen snorted coldly, "No!"
"You should go..." Wang Le thought for a moment and brought up Fang Ke's name. Fang Ke's reputation was already bad enough, so he wouldn't care if it got even worse. "The boss said that if you don't go, you'll be admitted to the hospital. He's already prepared compensation for you."
"Hmph!" There was a heavy sound of something being put down from inside the door, and the sound of Teacher Chen pulling out the chair was loud, harsh and sharp.
Teacher Nian is different. He moves gently and looks gentlemanly and gentle.
When Wang Le was thinking about love with his head down, Teacher Chen finally opened the door. He held the book and thermos cup as if he was holding a Barrett, and walked with a wind-like posture as if he was going to war.
The two walked into Class 14 one after the other. Wang Le sat down next to Fang Ke, put his pen in an orderly manner, and then spread out his book. He sat very straight as if he was going to join the army.
Fang Ke put his legs on the table and twirled a pen casually in his hand.
"Some people," Teacher Chen began sarcastically, "act like emperors in class. They don't know how to sit or stand properly. I'm not targeting anyone, but students should act like students. I've been teaching for over 30 years, and I've never had a class as difficult as yours. You're the worst class I've ever taught! Even if you're a poor student, I can forgive you if you're not a bad character. But some people don't even have the most basic respect. Class is like sitting in a teahouse!"
Fang Ke twirled his pen nonchalantly. Wang Le nudged him with his elbow. Only then did he put his legs down with a cold face, looked up at the person on the podium, and said in a commanding tone, "Stop talking nonsense. Go to your class. If you don't want to, get out."
"Humph, you're not learning from me. If you do well, I won't give you a penny more, and if you do poorly, I won't deduct a penny less." Teacher Chen picked up the chalk and started teaching. After writing a line of words, he would poke the blackboard hard with the pen, leaving an exceptionally white dot.
"Realize that the past is not worth changing! Boom!" A white dot.
"Know who's coming and chase them! Boom boom! You guys! Look up! Boom boom! Look carefully! Boom boom boom! This is the key point! Boom!"
Bang your mother. Fang Ke's heart gradually grew angry. He raised his hand and flipped over his desk directly. The loud bang startled the whole class.
"What are you looking at! Go back to your class!" He walked out of the classroom directly, hooked his foot back and closed the classroom door.
Fang Ke went downstairs without looking back, walked into the office, and sat directly in Shen Cinian's seat in front of other teachers.
Damn it. Anyway, he didn't leave school, so he didn't play truant.
"Student Fang, this is..." The history teacher opposite was a very elegant middle-aged man. He was originally practicing calligraphy. At this moment, he put down his brush and looked up at Fang Ke. "Is there something you need from Teacher Nian? He is not here. If it is urgent, I can call him for you."
"No need," Fang Ke directly opened Shen Cinian's computer and found that he needed to log in with a password. His expression became even more fierce, like a vicious dog that was angry with its owner and was about to bite.
Fuck it. He tried them one by one.
At this time, Fang Ke was patient enough and started inputting directly from "000000".
It’s open.
What era used six zeros as passwords?
There was nothing on the computer. I opened the hidden files and found that they were just some boring teaching contents.
What era is Chen Cinian from? He's an old-fashioned guy. Is he frigid or impotent? Even the search box only shows academic papers.
Fang Ke bit his lower lip, unable to control himself from thinking about the worst possible scenario.
Shen Cinian's private life is too clean, and he doesn't seem like someone with that kind of special hobby.
Shen Cinian probably didn't even know what his pub was for. Registering as a member was just a coincidence, and answering the second question correctly was also just a coincidence.
"What kind of partner do you want?"
"The kind you can hold in your hand."
Chen Ci's answer to the annual meeting was like this. He really said "holding hands", right? He wanted to hold his little lover's hand to go to the dungeon together, not what he thought, right?
Fang Ke suddenly became a little exasperated. After going around in circles for a long time, he was still back to square one. Shen Cinian was not the person he was looking for.
Maybe, but that was his unilateral opinion, and Shen Cinian probably couldn't understand and wouldn't agree.
He got so annoyed and angry that he almost threw Shen Cinian's office computer.
Thinking that his relationship with Shen Cinian might deteriorate further, he regained his senses little by little. In front of the teachers, he took out his mobile phone, logged into the website, and cancelled the membership of ID "Year-End".
…
Shen Cinian was not at school, nor at home, not even in Tang County.
He returned to the abyss.
Smelling his breath, the terrifying monsters outside all retreated and tried their best to reduce their presence.
The evil god is a madman who enjoys torturing people, and they know this better than anyone else.
Shen Qinian climbed onto the altar and gently stroked the dark red crystal ball.
"I can feel very close to you, but..."
He sighed, his tone full of regret: "Tell me, why can't I find you?"
"Where have you been hiding? It was my negligence. I only cursed your soul and forgot to mark you."
"I've cursed so many people, and you're just a drop in the ocean. It's really hard for me to find you."
The air was inexplicably cold, and Satan, who was closest to Shen Cinian, carefully retracted his devil tail.
"Karma," he casually glanced at a certain great demon in the Fate Chain Network, "Tell me, could one of your believers be him?"
Yin Guogui was horrified and shrank into the iron chain net, not daring to move.
"You...you're joking. How dare I..."
"I have a friend who also studies destiny," Shen Qinian said casually, "you can talk to him."
The Karma Ghost was so frightened that he almost got entangled in the Karma Chain!
Thousands of years ago, the guy who claimed to be an immortal came to the abyss and almost dissected him!
"No, no, no, Lord God, I really wouldn't dare do such a thing! I swear I would never harbor or shelter your fugitive!"
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