Four Realms College⑤
# Four Realms College⑤
At twelve o'clock, Jimo Shu walked out of the school carrying a backpack containing test papers.
Class 3 next door was groaning. A seemingly low-IQ athlete was staring at the extra papers on his desk and yelling, "Who's so crazy?! Didn't we agree not to tell the chemistry teacher?!"
Zhong Changyao simply said, "I don't know either. Maybe the chemistry teacher suddenly remembered it."
Jimo Shu: "..."
Harming others without benefiting himself, what is this person trying to achieve?
She had originally wanted to go back to the dorm, but the other three had all gone home. It just so happened that she wanted to contact her family in advance... so let's just call them that for now.
Jimo Shu walked out of the school gate openly, walked around for a long time, and returned to the old residential area without any guidance, and chose a dark little Internet cafe.
The internet cafe owner leaned behind the bar and casually glanced at her. Then he glanced at the surveillance camera above. A drop of ash fell from his cigarette. She said, "Minors are not allowed in."
Jimo Shu was stunned after being turned away. But Yun Xian had just said that many of the boarding students would come here to surf the internet. So how did these people get in?
After staying outside for a while longer, her clever little brain found a solution. She used her schoolbag to hide her collar and school badge, then let her long hair down, covering her back and forehead in a mass. Then, she blended into the crowd and placed her ID card on the bar.
The boss looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, and finally said, "Alright. Unit 8, ring the bell if you want food or drink."
Jimo Shu let out a long sigh and stealthily approached the machine labeled "8"—though it was completely invisible from the outside. She seemed to have this natural ability, always being able to hide her nervousness and timidity.
In her opinion, this kind of informal Internet cafe must be filled with smoky smell, poor security, and even people watching pornographic films in public. But when she came to this area, she was embarrassed.
…The place her boss assigned her to was filled with middle school students. Some were wearing headphones and playing 3D games, while the student next to her was also wearing headphones and watching an online class. On the table was an unopened bucket of instant noodles, and underneath it were papers.
Jimo Shu also sat down, but did not put on her headphones. She took out the note given by Yun Xian, logged into her social account, entered and searched the number on the note, and prepared to add it.
When she pressed the "Add" button, she hesitated for a rare moment.
Yun Xian’s avatar is a smiling yellow and white puppy, and his nickname is “Big Ear Pilot”, but Jimo Shu’s nickname is just a casually typed period, and his avatar is a default one.
This is what she wrote when she registered, and since there's been no chance to use it, she hasn't changed it. I didn't think it was a big deal, but doesn't this make her look boring?
Jimo Shu mustered up her courage and searched for "cat" on the website, then chose a black cat profile picture. The next step was to start naming it.
Her fingers rested on the keyboard, and she subconsciously typed her last name first, "Jimo." The first word the input method defaulted to was "lonely." Jimo Shu frowned and deleted the word.
"Shu". What other character would be better to add?
Five minutes later, a one-star penguin account with a black cat avatar and the nickname "Yunshu" was pulled into the group chat.
【Big Ear Pilot】: Warm welcome!! Throw flowers!!
[If you don't want to borrow it, go away]: Is this Jimo classmate? Hello [smile]
[我佛賍粑]: If you have something to say, please tell me quickly. My grandfather is urging me to clean the incense burner.
[If your physics score is not higher than your friend's, don't change your name]: Welcome! Spread the flowers!!
[I’m so tired from practicing the piano that I want to cry]: Welcome!
[How do you know I have a puppy?]: [Smile]
【%&Silence·Just Because of Loneliness#】: Ahhhhh Jimo classmate! I added you, please approve it soon? ?
In the whole venue, only the online name [If you don’t lend me money, get out] is bright red, and there is also an avatar frame and bubble effects, because he is a distinguished SVIP with an annual fee.
Jimo Shu: “…………”
How did this group of people manage to not introduce themselves, yet she could identify every one of them...except the last one. Who is this person?! ! ! Doesn't she think her nickname is weird?! !
She clicked on the friend request and knew who it was as soon as she saw the space.
At the top was Shu Jiuwei's cute profile picture. This post had nearly 200 comments and 500,000 page views. The message board was filled with all sorts of love confessions. Jimo Shu took a look and found that most of these messages were from girls.
In the emoji package that was flooding the screen, Jimo Shu typed and deleted it, and finally replied stiffly:
[Yun Shu]: What should I do?
After she sent it, she quickly added another similar [smile].
Yun Xian posted an account called "Sifang No. 1 Middle School Confession Wall" in the group, and said: Follow my lead!
Jimo Shu: “?”
A confession wall? What's the purpose of this? Are there so many people in premature love?
But after flipping through a few submissions, she found that few people were really confessing their love on this confession wall. It was more like a gossip and rumor mill, where people part-time scolded the school leadership and told people which machine was broken again, which new store was cheating people, and which window in the cafeteria gave out the most food. The number of views was very high, and she refreshed the page, and suddenly there was an additional beautifully formatted submission.
This submission seemed to be talking about the process of failed reconciliation. No names were mentioned, and the process was full of ups and downs and gripping. However, Jimo Shu could see at a glance that there were a lot of soft advertisements in it, especially the last paragraph.
"I bought a heart-shaped cake from Xiaoliu Cake Shop, hoping to appease him, but he rejected me out of hand. I really don't understand what I did wrong. He said, 'You did it on purpose!' So many people know that if you eat the cake together, it's a sign of true love. You asked the clerk to cut the heart in half. Doesn't that mean you're breaking up with me completely? I'm speechless. I'm heartbroken. A gentle rain is dripping down my heart..."
This kind of gossip tends to get a lot of views and reposts, as everyone likes to watch the fun. As soon as it was posted, many people started asking:
"When did Xiaoliu Cake Shop start selling heart-shaped cakes? How come I didn't know about it?"
"Go back upstairs. It's only available three or four days a week, randomly, unless you make an appointment with the boss in advance. It's very delicious, but the price is not cheap... My mouth is watering as I talk about it."
"I'm not saying anything, but you're really stupid. Cutting a heart in half doesn't have a good meaning!"
"You must have made it up, right? I'm already a senior in high school and I've never heard of such a thing."
"I'm also a senior in high school, and I can testify that it really exists. It's just that the price is not low, so few people are willing to buy it [laughing]"
"Is this photo of the real thing? Is there no filter? Then I can understand why it's so expensive..."
Yun Xian was very forward-looking. She was worried that Jimo Shu's speech would be too stiff and make people feel that something was wrong, so she assigned Jimo Shu the task of liking each of the comments below, occasionally agreeing with them, and saying "that's right" like Feng Ye.
Jimo Shu liked each post with a blank expression. She discovered that Shu Jiuwei had also retweeted it, and the number of views suddenly surged. She couldn't help but think, I didn't expect Yun Xian to do something like this... Who wrote that post? Could it be Xue Lingxiu?
With a ding-dong sound, Yun Xian sent her a private message.
[Big Ear Pilot]: I'm not spreading rumors. This is just what Zhong Changyao does. Whenever he pursues a girl, he takes her to eat a love cake. He also pursued Shu Jiuwei before, and they even sat in the same seats.
Jimo Shu looked at the humming expressions she sent, couldn't help but smile, and asked:
[Yun Shu]: Is this why you hate him?
[Big Ear Pilot]: No. There's more to him than just that. Think about it, I don't dislike people easily. If he can dislike me, how annoying must he be!
Jimo Shu thought what she said made sense.
After clicking all the likes, Jimo Shu left her seat and called Sister Yanliu from a public phone. Campus life was a repetitive affair, so there wasn't much to discuss. She simply asked her to apply for a place on campus for the National Day holiday. Before hanging up, Mei Yanliu asked, "Jimo, you sound happy?"
Jimo Shu: "..."
No way! Isn't it great? Isn't she very happy?
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On Monday, Yun Xian came to the classroom with high spirits.
"I asked my mother to apply to the homeroom teacher for temporary one-week commuting to school." Yun Xian said, "We will provide cake delivery service to the students."
The boss originally didn't offer takeout, but he didn't restrict people from taking it home, so she took advantage of this and was able to attract some customers. Besides, you don't have to buy it to express your feelings; if a roommate gets hungry and buys a whole block to share, that's reasonable.
Qiao Lingshan said, "I'll go with her."
Seeing her confidence, Jimo Shu knew that many people must have contacted her, so she couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to deliver it by bike? Aren't you going to eat?"
"I eat very quickly, you know that." Yun Xian said, "I can ride a bicycle."
"No." Jimo Shu frowned and said, "That cake is made of animal butter, it's easy to spoil if it's shaken. You two can't even walk in a straight line, jumping around all the time. Isn't riding a bike even more dangerous?"
Yun Xian: "Are you worried about us?"
"I didn't." Jimo Shu said stubbornly, "I was talking about the cake!"
Yun Xian pondered, "...yes...in that case, I should probably get a small car. It won't be bumpy if I put it in the trunk."
She thought about it for a while, and finally chose a solution to the problem very easily: "Student Xue! Come here!"
Xue Lingxiu's face is as long as an Autobot.
Yun Xian was busy with sponsorship matters, and Qi Zhiye also started to get busy.
This sports meet was to be held at the stadium for three consecutive days. If the events weren't packed enough, it would be boring to watch. As the sports committee member, he had already submitted the list of participating athletes, but the school had suddenly added several events and a bunch of fun group games.
An athlete is limited to registering for four events. No. 1 Middle School is not a strong sports school. The sports students in each class are basically full, and it is difficult to find people willing to register for the newly added events.
"Ji Xiaoxue, can you sign up for another basketball shooting?" Qi Xingye asked anxiously, holding the list. "Each class should sign up for the women's basketball shooting. You're the tallest, so you have the advantage."
Ji Rongxue said, "Okay."
"Shot put, shot put..." Qi Zhiye asked, "Who throws the shot the farthest?"
Ji Rongxue said: "It's me too."
Qi Zhiye: "Who's going to throw the javelin?"
Ji Rongxue: “…”
The way Qi Zhiye looked at Ji Rongxue, he wished he could break her into four pieces and use them for his own purposes.
After much difficulty, we have almost finished the task, with only one last difficult problem remaining unsolved.
"No one's going to the men's or women's hurdles," Qi Zhiye said irritably, "Everyone who can sign up is already fully booked."
Hurdles are a new event this year, but the events most practiced and registered by athletes are middle-distance running and relay races. Hurdles themselves require practice, and if you rush into them unprepared, you're likely to fall repeatedly in public, which is incredibly embarrassing. So, as long as someone is willing to sign up, even if they finish slowly, with a little luck, they might be able to win a medal in the top six.
"We need someone with better coordination." Qi Xingye asked, "Where's Yun Xianren?"
"She's also signed up for the full races." Feng Ye said weakly, "Did you forget? She signed up for the 50-meter, 100-meter, 400-meter, and 800-meter races. There's also the mixed men's and women's relay."
Qi Zhiye: "...then, what about you?"
Feng Ye gradually shrank into a corner under his terrifying gaze: "My legs are short, I can't hurdle... wuwuwu..."
He shouldn't talk too much!!
Jimo Shu was doing a math test nearby when she suddenly felt a burning gaze fixed on her. Honestly, if someone looked at her like that normally, she would probably feel offended, but now, she only felt a tingling sensation on her scalp: "..."
"Jimo Shu," Qi Zhiye suddenly said, "You have very long legs and a good height. Can I ask about your physical test scores last semester?"
Jimo Shu: "I didn't take a physical test."
"It's okay." Qi Zhiye closed the list and said, "Do you want to practice hurdling? I think you can take first place."
“…”
Jimo Shu didn't know where his confidence came from, thinking he could take first place. She had never practiced hurdling before! She couldn't even do a goat jump!
But during the self-study class, she still followed the withered Feng Ye to the hurdle training ground.
Yun Xian was jogging nearby, and several classes were practicing square formations on the track. Jimo Shu spotted the assistant teacher holding the sign, wearing a doll costume. It must have been rented for him by Yun Xian.
How could her butt still stick out like that even in a doll costume... Never mind, she shouldn't be looking there. But it was really eye-catching.
"...Yun Xian." Jimo Shu asked, "You've already asked him for help, so why are you still covering your face?"
Isn’t this such a waste?
"I'm trying to create a cross-dressing effect." Yun Xian, whose face had already begun to flush after just finishing the 400-meter run, said, "A handsome man in a suit suddenly jumps out of the adorable little chicken costume. This will create the greatest impact on the judges. This is the first level of strategy!"
Jimo Shu: "Is there a second floor?"
"Of course!" Yun Xian said confidently, "After Assistant Professor Su took off his doll costume, he took out six bottles of iced cola and brought them to the judges' table on a tray. That's called effective bribery..."
Jimo Shu: "Please let him go!"
Just as Qi Zhiye had expected, the hurdle practice area was full of wobbly beginners, and it was cruel to look closely at their movements.
It seems that the school does not really want to kill people by falling. The hurdles prepared are shorter than the usual ones. But even if they are shorter, they still require certain limb coordination and body balance.
Jimo Shu had never participated in this kind of competitive event, and she couldn't help but feel nervous standing in front of the nearly 70-centimeter hurdle.
"Your dominant leg is your left, so use it as your hurdle leg... Well, you're tall enough, and your legs are long. You're a good athlete. Over 1.7 meters tall, right? Do you know the three-step hurdle?" Li Batu, a whistle and timer dangling from his chest, took time out of his busy schedule to come over and give instructions. "For a friendly match like this, ensure your own safety first. A fall from a high school senior would be a disaster."
Jimo Shu was pinched on the calf by her, and her whole body stiffened: "..."
"There are ten hurdles in the 100-meter race. Practice the splits first to stretch your hips. Yun Xian, come over here and watch. Don't run! Are you tired?!" Li Batu demonstrated a few times and asked, "Did you see it clearly? But it's okay if it's not so standard. Look at the group of kids over there; most of them are jumping over them. Just don't jump with both feet."
Jimo Shu followed her gaze and saw what looked like a group of lazy newspaper zombies. Why were there people wearing glasses and jumping up and down? Aren't they afraid of them falling off?
Yun Xian came over breathlessly, hands on his hips, watching Jimo Shu practice hurdles. A moment later, Qiao Lingshan came over after finishing her shot put. A moment later, Ji Rongxue also crouched over.
Jimo Shu was being looked at, and her face turned sour: "You guys go do your own thing, can you please stop looking at me."
"I'm afraid you'll fall." Yun Xian explained, "It's easier to support you by the side."
"Why should I help you?" Jimo Shu said, "Even if I help you, we'll fall together. Go away!"
With a tense face, she went over the disassembly movements in her mind again, took a deep breath, took a run-up, and tried to jump!
She didn't lift her leg high enough when she went over the hurdle and it rubbed against the edge, making a noise, but luckily she didn't trip. She actually succeeded in one go so easily.
Before Jimo Shu could react, Yun Xian exclaimed, "Wow!!!"
Qiao Lingshan: "How come you are so powerful?! How come you are so powerful!"
Ji Rongxue: "Awesome."
Feng Ye, the little newspaper zombie who had already fallen, said quietly, "How did you do that..."
Jimo Shu was startled by Feng Ye: "When did you come?!"
But one success might just be a fluke. Jimo Shu pursed her lips and tried again from the opposite direction. This time, it was even easier, not even brushing the hurdle.
Four people squatted beside him, praising him profusely:
"Amazing!! So coordinated!!!"
"You have such great athletic talent!!"
"I can definitely teach others now! I think our class can take first place!"
“Come on, come on!!”
Jimo Shu said "so annoying" but lost herself in the praise. It felt like her feet were stepping on bubbles, and her heart and mind were about to fly away.
Is that really an exaggeration? It's not that exaggerated!
It's just a jump... She's being treated like some kind of sports prodigy, and even the word "talent" is used... Humph, he's definitely lying to her.
After class, she went to the bathroom with three girls. After washing her hands, on the way back to the classroom, Jimo Shu was still trying to improve her previous actions in her mind.
Can you make it faster so it doesn't freeze for a while?
If your legs are lifted too low, it may be okay to pass one hurdle, but if you pass several hurdles in a row, you may not have enough strength.
No, I have to try a few more times...
She was so engrossed in her thoughts when she suddenly saw a fake tree stump on the road that was about the same height as a hurdle. Without thinking, she took a few steps and jumped over it in a flash.
The sound of the little white shoes stepping on the leaves was very clear. Jimo Shu landed steadily and slowly turned into stone.
…what she just did.
Void Hurdles?
In front of everyone?
What's the difference between this and a guy suddenly shooting a basketball in the air on the street?
Jimo Shu swallowed, slowly turned her head, and stared at the three people who had stopped behind her.
The three of them had puffed up cheeks, and were obviously trying to suppress their laughter, but considering Jimo's strong self-esteem, the three of them turned their faces away at the same time in tacit understanding and consideration.
Ji Rongxue looked to the left, Qiao Lingshan looked to the right, and Yun Xian could only look at the ground.
Arranged high and low, like a stubborn traffic light.
Jimo Shu's face suddenly turned red: "......"
Ahh ...
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