Chapter 25 Weird Kid 25
The recording on the second morning was relatively simple. I just had to record some daily stuff and then pack up.
In the airport waiting room, everyone's destinations were different and naturally their flights were also different. Yan Xia sat on a chair and waved goodbye to the three children who had boarded the plane before him. They didn't say much during the whole process.
After one night, some anthropomorphic systems still couldn't adapt to the fact that a tooth was missing.
Who would have thought that after returning from half a lifetime, I would not only have to see a pediatrician, but also have to go through the process of changing teeth.
Yan Xia sat quietly, licking the gap between his gums with his tongue. He now suspected that if he spoke too fast, the air would leak out.
Not knowing whether there were multiple versions of the tooth-growing program, Yan Xia boarded the plane with this technical problem.
The plane hadn't taken off yet, Yan Xia had just fastened his seat belt when his mind reminded him that there was new news.
Yan Xia's consciousness flashed, and he saw that Brother Fo had contacted him, which was rare, and said that he had detected some damage in his body and sent a message of condolences.
Yan Xia: “…………”
He had reason to suspect that this person was deliberately coming to laugh at him.
[Another person]: [An expression of sorrow and resentment.jpg]
[Namo Amitabha]: "Look at the bright side, at least I have a place to put the straw when I drink milk in the future."
Yan Xia: “…………”
What is it for? To block the wind?
Yan Xia shook his head, getting rid of the image of him dangling a straw in his mouth, and asked him about the technical questions he had before boarding the plane.
Brother Fo’s reply hits the point directly.
[Namo Amitabha]: "The optimal time has been set. If you want to grow well overnight and create a miracle, I can do some research on it."
[Another person]: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
He is no longer at the age where he can create a miracle overnight, and he just remembered that it is useless to research it. He can only wait until he returns to the bureau to update it. Now that he has returned to the bureau, he can also change his body. Who cares about a tooth?
Yan Xia looked out the window, not wanting to discuss the facts that could not be changed, and asked another question.
[Another person]: "Isn't the amount of alcohol that can be poured in one gulp a bit too much?"
If he really came across some fine wine, how could he enjoy drinking it happily?
【Namo Amitabha】: "These settings are all average values."
Yan Xia: “???”
You call this average?
Before Yan Xia could send out a message to express that he had learned about averages, Brother Fo sent another message.
【Namo Amitabha】: "The average value of adults."
The implication is, what is the point of underage drinking! Their settings strictly adhere to the core values of the current world.
Yan Xia, who was a child inside an adult shell, was speechless and immediately said that it was nothing and left.
After he said that, Brother Fo actually asked something.
[Namo Amitabha]: "Where are the teeth you replaced? Did you not throw them away?"
[Another person]: "??? You still want to recycle?"
[Namo Amitabha]: "This is not my responsibility. It's the responsibility of the Ministry of Finance. I think they will ask you for it when you return to the bureau."
The image of the stingy bearded man crying suddenly emerged in Yan Xia's mind, and he shuddered with disgust.
The pause in his memory caused Brother Fo to misunderstand.
[Namo Amitabha]: "Really threw it away? This kind of renewable material is very expensive. It's not worth him crying to you for three days and three nights."
When Yan Xia heard this, his body trembled again, and he was extremely grateful that he had retracted his teeth at that time.
[Another person]: "I didn't throw it away. I'll find a safe to put it in when I get home!"
Brother Buddha praised this important behavior.
Yan Xia's eyes stayed on the dialog box page and found that not only was its functionality in line with the current world's core values, but even its prices were in line with it.
Teeth are indeed expensive!
After Brother Fo went offline, Yan Xia opened the compartment in his small bag, and inside was his replaced tooth wrapped in toilet paper.
Yan Xia looked at it carefully several times, but couldn't see what was so precious about it. It was just cleaner, whiter, and neater than that of an ordinary human, like a standard model.
Perhaps his behavior was too abrupt and his eyes were too focused, so Yan Ji turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Are you going to press it directly?"
Yan Xia: “…………”
Although I am not used to it, it is not to the point of deceiving myself.
Yan Xia wrapped the tissue and put it away: "I just want to see what it's made of."
It's worth crying for three days and three nights.
Although the two were employees of the bureau, neither of them had done any research in this area, so naturally they couldn't figure out anything.
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The plane passed through the clouds and gradually began to descend. It was lunch time when the two arrived home. One of them packed the luggage while the other cooked. It was just the right division of labor.
In the afternoon, Yan Xia received the expedited package he had sent from the village, which contained the two blue fish caught by his brother.
There were so many people watching at that time, so he could only deal with it simply and let it freeze. Now that there was no one else at home, Yan Xia's heart, which had been restless after seeing Qiao Shiba's behavior, was finally at ease.
Since there was nothing else to do in the afternoon, Yan Xia started to get busy after receiving the express delivery. He not only took care of his own work, but also prepared a big meal for his brother.
This thing is poisonous and his brother can't restart it, so of course he can't eat it. If he is poisoned, he can only go back to the bureau and die in the middle of the mission.
After being busy for half the afternoon, before starting, Yan Xia adhered to the principle of "it's impolite not to reciprocate" and took a few photos and sent them to the small group of 11.0.
This time, Qiao Shiba was not stuck before going online. He sent a few handshake emojis and then three like emojis. He was like an old man giving feedback after receiving sharing from his grandchildren.
Yan Xia: “…”
During the two days that we haven't been in touch, it seems that the other party has learned some strange expression culture.
In comparison, Yan Meng was very simple and crude. He posted several pictures in a row. The dishes were different from last time, but the variety was just as good.
Yan Xia clicked on the virtual screen: "??? Is it time for dinner too?"
He clearly remembered that the other party was not at this point.
[Brain Pendant Becomes a Spirit]: "That's not the case. This was filmed before, and the main feature is delayed sharing."
Yan Xia: “…………”
That's fine.
Yan Xia was chatting with his colleagues while savoring this poisonous delicacy.
It is said that the more charming something is, the more dangerous it is. Although this fish has been frozen, the texture of its meat is no less than that of fresh fish just caught, and it even has a special fragrance.
As Yan Xia was eating, he had no time to pay attention to the two colleagues who were still chatting in his mind. He ate slowly for an hour that night, and Yan Ji had already left the table to go to work.
Yan Xia reluctantly put the last bit of meat into his mouth. After finishing, he savored the taste for a long time before cleaning up.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Yan Ji came out of the study with a cup of water. He walked a few steps through the living room and saw a small figure lying on the sofa. A classic movie from several years ago was playing on the TV opposite him.
The people watching the movie had their eyes closed, as if they had fallen asleep while watching the movie, but in fact they had probably been gone for quite some time.
Yan Ji paused and just as he pressed the restart button, the person on the sofa stood up suddenly. His movements were so quick that he couldn't help but think of his aching arm and the pig during the Chinese New Year.
Yan Xia, who didn't know that he was associated with the Chinese New Year pig, moved his neck and looked at the TV, "There are so many on TV."
After saying that, he picked up the remote control and rewound the progress bar. His series of movements were so smooth as if he had just woken up.
Who could have thought that the man had just been poisoned an hour ago.
The progress bar returned to the previous plot. Yan Xia continued to lie on the sofa, feeling his body was not affected at all. Suddenly, he understood Qiao Shiba's pretentiousness. Who doesn't love the Resurrection Armor!
In the next few days, Yan Xia no longer had the opportunity to act. The interval for the next recording would be longer, and even now the specific day has not been determined. The program team only gave a rough range.
Because when it gets close to the end of August, it means that elementary school students will start school.
There are a total of six young guests in the program team, three of whom are about to go to elementary school, including... some anthropomorphic systems.
The anthropomorphic test scenarios have always adhered to the principle of doing things according to age, so elementary school life is an indispensable option.
Their temporary residence was originally a school district house, and the city’s key primary school was only a dozen minutes’ walk away from their home.
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Monday was sunny and clear.
With mixed feelings, Yan Xia carried her small schoolbag on her back and walked to the elementary school. The pure black sporty-style schoolbag was not suitable for a girl of this flowery age.
However, his last act of stubbornness was not to carry a cartoon character backpack.
This short road had actually been walked once when reporting yesterday. Even though it was extremely familiar to him, Yan Xia still walked very slowly.
Senior students were walking in groups of three or four on the road. It was obvious that the children in grades one and two were all being held by their parents. People like Yan Xia who were all alone looked a little pitiful.
However, not letting his brother send him off was his last act of stubbornness.
Well, the system that failed to graduate from college and had to go back to elementary school became much more stubborn on the first day of school.
Yan Xia walked slowly into the campus. There is a reason why the city’s key primary school is a key school.
The school exudes an aura of wealth from its appearance, and the admission requirements are very strict. In fact, by the time they arrived, the time for new students to choose a school had long passed.
I don’t know how the bureau did it, but they successfully registered yesterday.
Yan Xia leisurely arrived at the door of Grade 1 (1). The classroom was spacious and there were not many students, about 30 people in the class.
The seats were arranged according to height when school started yesterday. Yan Xia sat in the second to last row. Most of the people in the classroom were already there, and probably because they didn't know each other, there wasn't much noise.
Yan Xia's appearance on the show only earned him a few novel remarks like "I've seen you on TV."
The world of primary school students is simple. The people on the screen appearing in front of their eyes are just novel, but there are so many other things that make them feel novel, and this is just a small one of them.
Yan Xia was sitting in his seat, boredly thinking about what he could do during class time, when his desk mate came in late. He was a little boy with a serious face. The name tag on the upper left corner of the desk had the words "Shang Yue" written on it.
The little boy's every word and action exudes the temperament of a mature little boss. Yan Xia inexplicably feels that if not for their faces, Shang Yue and his brother might look more like brothers when standing together.
I don't know what kind of family can raise such a child, it must be extraordinary. Just look at the location of this school and you will know that the students' families are probably either rich or noble.
While Yan Xia was daydreaming, Mr. Li, the head teacher, came in. He was dressed in a serious and formal professional suit. When he stood at the podium, he looked intimidating without even showing any anger.
The classroom, which had been a little noisy, suddenly became as quiet as a chicken, and the morning class began.
The curriculum of the city's key primary schools includes not only the main subjects of Chinese, mathematics and English, but also a number of interest classes. It focuses on both cultural courses and quality education, making campus life rich and colorful.
Of course, these are only for real elementary school students.
Yan Xia stared blankly at the Chinese teacher who was speaking passionately on the podium. At this moment, he seemed to understand the restlessness of a worker who had nothing to do in the office and could only wait for the end of the get off work day.
There is really no such thing as a free lunch in this world, nor is there any absolutely easy task. He was just too reckless before.
Yan Xia felt as if there were needles prickling his butt for a moment, and his peripheral vision stayed on the desk of the little boy Shang Yue. Yan Xia blinked. If he was not mistaken, what was spread out next to the other party's Chinese textbook was clearly solid geometry.
Yan Xia stared in astonishment. Isn’t this something that we learn in high school?
Primary school students are already like this now? ?
In shock, his peripheral vision gradually turned into direct gaze, and his tilted head was very obvious among the group of good kids. Yan Xia was brought back to his senses by a cough, and when he looked up, he met the warning gaze of his head teacher and Chinese teacher.
No matter how old you are, the teacher's genes are like engraved in your soul. Before Yan Xia's brain could react, his body had already straightened up.
Yan Xia looked at his arms folded neatly on the table: "…………"
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was a program-enforced action or his own subconscious.
It was only the first day of school, and the serious teacher was still somewhat tolerant and quickly looked away with a warning look.
The few classes in the morning seemed as long as a century. The key primary schools had all kinds of facilities in place. Everyone had lunch at school and had a nap at school.
The lunch was rich and varied, perfectly following the combination of meat and vegetables that primary school students needed for growth. It was during the meal that Yan Xia realized belatedly that the only benefit of going to primary school was...
There are a lot of gaps in the teeth here, so it doesn't look so abrupt.
And some people actually put straws in the holes to play with!
It's fun to watch it go back and forth.
Yan Xia watched the 108 dining styles of primary school students in the cafeteria before slowly returning to the classroom. The chair he sat on during class was transformed into a reclining chair with a simple operation.
But after experiencing a long summer vacation, how could a first-grade student who slept in the classroom on the first day fall asleep so quickly? He was noisy for a long time and only gradually quieted down when he saw his head teacher, Teacher Li, standing at the door.
Perhaps influenced by the boring atmosphere in the morning, Yan Xia half-lay on the recliner for a while before falling into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but he realized in his hazy consciousness that there was some noise around him. In addition to the noisy voices, there seemed to be a unique sound of metal collision, which was very harsh and sharp, and the sound seemed to be very close to him.
Yan Xia, who was confused about the situation, slowly narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be a lot of swaying heads around in the gap. The most conspicuous one was the head of the head teacher at the top of his line of sight, looking down at him.
Yan Xia was still conscious, and vaguely saw the head teacher pick up two pieces of metal with both hands? ?
The two pieces of metal collided, making two "clang" sounds above Yan Xia.
Yan Xia opened her eyes wide at the noise, and the voices of the little kids were heard all around.
"He finally woke up."
"You can sleep so well, that's amazing."
"My mother always lifts the quilt when she wakes me up, and I wake up as soon as she does so."
…………
Yan Xia, who was fully awake, half-lying down, met Teacher Li's eyes. He finally saw what Teacher Li was holding...
A percussion instrument, cymbals.
Not far from Teacher Li stood another teacher with a very classical temperament. The teacher had a drum hanging on his body. It looked like he was temporarily requisitioned by the head teacher on the way to class, and used it to wake up students who were still sleepy after the bell rang.
The student in question, Yan Xia: “…………”
He experienced what Brother Buddha said with a certain decibel.
Teacher Li lowered his head and said, "It's ok that you woke up. Are you feeling well?"
Yan Xia got down from the chair and shook his head at the calm Teacher Li.
Teacher Li nodded, said nothing more, turned around and returned the cymbals to the music teacher not far away. He was very calm throughout the whole process.
Yan Xia looked at the back of her head teacher, suspecting that she had watched their show, or perhaps knew every student in the class well.
The time sign at the front of the classroom showed that class only lasted three minutes. If the head teacher didn't call him, he would sleep until he woke up naturally and would sleep through half of the first class.
Yan Xia realized belatedly that there was a bug in the sleep setting program. Today's primary school students can hardly sleep for an hour at noon.
"How do you sleep so soundly?"
Yan Xia was still thinking about the future lunch break issue when his genius classmate, who hadn't spoken much to him all morning, suddenly locked his eyes with him.
His tone was sincere and his eyes were serious.
Yan Xia looked at the little boy on his left. The child had been either reading a book or looking for a book to read the whole morning. He was a solitary person in his own little world.
What does this mean?... You suffer from insomnia at such a young age?
Yan Xia's eyes turned kind and compassionate when he looked at his little classmate. He was ready to turn into a neighbor's brother and talk to the child. But the next second he heard the child say, "There are only 4,016 days left until the college entrance examination."
"If you skip one level, it will be 3,650 days, and if you skip two levels, it will be 3,275 days."
Yan Xia: “????”
Yan Xia: “…………”
Yan Xia was silent for a long time before staring at the other person's head and saying, "I'm not taking the college entrance examination."
Shang Yue's expression did not change, "Oh, you can indeed be admitted." Then he glanced at Yan Xia and said nothing more.
When the bell rang for class, Yan Xia felt that he was getting old amid the teacher's passion.
After adapting in the morning, the afternoon seemed to pass faster. It only took Yan Xia half the time to get home from school.
The two of them went out for dinner, under the pretext of celebrating college students' return to class, although the people being celebrated were not in a very good mood.
Tuesday is still a nice sunny day.
During lunch break, with the experience of the previous day in mind, Yan Xia did not sleep and played a movie for himself in his sea of consciousness.
He looked at the virtual screen, as if he had found a way to pass the time in class. However, he didn't know whether the films in the inventory would be enough for him to get through this period of elementary school.
One minute before the wake-up bell rang, Yan Xia regained some consciousness and saw out of the corner of his eye that the classroom door had opened. Due to his semi-lying position, his field of vision was limited, so he could not see clearly who came in.
However, this question only lasted for about ten seconds. The person came over by himself. Yan Xia opened his eyes wide and watched the head teacher walk to him with the familiar cymbals.
Their eyes met, the head teacher paused for a moment, then walked away very naturally.
Yan Xia was left sitting in his seat, feeling as if he was being specially cared for.
Apart from being suspected of being labeled a "poor student", Yan Xia spent a week of primary school life safely and soundly.
It was a cloudy day on Saturday, cool and suitable for a walk in the park, but some of the anthropomorphic systems still had tasks to complete.
Yan Xia followed his elder brother to the door of a very large extracurricular interest training institution, which was also an essential test scenario.
In the hall, Yan Xia looked at the posters introducing various interest classes and wondered if his colleagues in the bureau had any stereotypes about primary school students. Who stipulated that primary school students must take interest classes on weekends? !
As Yan Xia was thinking this, he saw out of the corner of his eye that several of his classmates were being led to the door by their parents.
Yan Xia: “…………”
You were too reckless. Go back to the bureau and drink three cups as punishment.
The sister at the front desk who was in charge of introductions kept talking. Yan Xia looked for a long time but didn't find anything that interested him. Either they had learned it in their previous life or they had maxed out the theoretical knowledge of the system.
After looking around, Yan Xia's little hands touched some folk percussion instruments, which were quite niche and might be interesting.
After being selected, Yan Xia was taken to the classroom and had a free trial lesson.
There were only five or six students in the classroom. Some of them had drums in front of them, and some held gongs in their hands. No matter how they used them, at least they looked very folk.
Yan Xia also saw a pair of familiar cymbals. When the teacher asked him to choose an instrument, Yan Xia walked towards the pair of cymbals without hesitation.
A class lasts two hours, and there are five or six kids in the classroom, all of whom are beginners. The sound they try to make is not very pleasant.
Yan Xia mixed in with the team with a cymbal in her little hand, and listened very seriously, at least much more seriously than when she was listening to single-digit addition and subtraction.
After explaining the theory, the teacher asked everyone to try it out.
Yan Xia stood in the middle of the team and banged the instruments several times. Outside the classroom, there were sounds of other classes finishing their classes. The sounds of footsteps and talking were not very obvious among the many instruments.
But any sound coming in would always attract attention. Yan Xia subconsciously looked out the window and saw a familiar figure. It was their class teacher holding a little girl.
Although Yan Xia looked towards the window, he did not stop his hands.
So, when Teacher Li felt someone was looking at her, she saw the child hitting her with a cymbal in his hand.
Teacher Li: “???”
what does he mean???
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