Why hasn't Ying Ji come over yet? Don't you recognize your mother?"

The woman in a light purple kimono and wooden clogs, with her hands folded on her abdomen, looked like a Yamato Nadeshiko walking out of a book.

The face in front of her was 70% similar to hers. The gentle smile on her lips remained motionless, and her eyelashes did not tremble at all. The bright light could not depict her shadow.

Suzuki Sakuraji kept smiling, walked forward under the woman's expectant gaze, took her arm, and called her and the short man next to her.

"Father, Mother."

Even through the fabric, she could feel that the skin underneath was as cold as ice, and the chill attached to her skin the moment it touched.

Other freshmen in the auditorium also gathered with their "parents", and the scene was filled with joy.

But there are exceptions.

Ah Jin saw his mother's familiar face from afar. Although he knew that this mother was fake, he couldn't hide his excitement in his heart.

The other party waved to him: "Taro, come here."

?

Ajin woke up in an instant.

Taro.

Oh, that's his stage name.

Help! This is too dramatic!

When he reported his name to the admissions office of Aoki High School on the phone, he did not dare to give his real name. Letting Guiyi know his real name would be as unsafe as letting a fraud gang know his bank card password.

My brain suddenly started to work so I just picked one up at random.

As the saying goes, when you are out there, your identity is given by yourself.

In both Chinese and Western cultures, names are closely related to mysticism.

According to ancient European legends, once a witch knows the real name of a person, she can use sorcery and witchcraft to curse the person.

In the Taoist culture of Fuso, it is believed that the power of gods and ghosts is attached to names. In many animations, if you know the name of a monster, you can control it. The name is the shortest spell.

In traditional Chinese culture, names also represent cause and effect and bonds. In Taoism, there is a spell called "Curing ghosts by calling their names".

"What happened today? Are you so distant with your mother?"

The woman noticed his stiffness and spoke softly.

Ah Jin quickly explained, "You are too gentle. I am not used to it."

All teachers who did not have classes attended today's entrance ceremony. The male teachers wore black suits and pants, and the female teachers wore black skirt suits.

The teachers of each first-grade class walked to the front of the crowd.

Miyamoto Rie, who had handed out school badges to them at the school gate, turned out to be the homeroom teacher of Class A. She glanced at the huge crowd with sinister eyes, then lowered her head and stared at the roster in her hand.

"Sit down in the class area.

The roll call will start with Class A and will only be read once. If it is missed, it will not be called again. "

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"Li Ziyao."

"arrive!"

Gwyneth Frost."

"arrive!"

"Honeysuckle Taro."

"……arrive."

Several gazes fell on him at the same time. Ajin felt like a thorn in his back for a moment and raised his claws with gritted teeth.

Only students who take the online exam can give themselves a stage name. There is also a unified entrance test after admission. He was afraid that his name would not match his previous one, so he still filled in his stage name on the paper test paper.

Social death...

The only thing Ajin regrets now is that he should have given himself a more decent Japanese stage name earlier.

"The most beautiful girl in Yang Village."

"……Hi."

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A resounding name, accompanied by an equally weak voice, made Ajin perk up and turned his head.

He saw a short boy with a round face, a pointed mouth, dark circles and bags under his eyes quickly raise his hand and then quickly put it down.

You can tell from the first glance that this name isn't a real name!

And only Chinese people are so talented.

Could it be that this person had also answered questions on the official website in advance? Ah Jin made a mental note of this distinctive face and prepared to approach him.

"Daytime August."

"arrive."

The girl with red and blue hair and the doll in her hand responded.

This is also a fake name Jiang Langyue made up for himself.

Rie Miyamoto was calling the roll in the front while her mother was chattering beside her.

It was obvious that the woman's clothes were not hers. They didn't fit her properly, the sleeves were a little too short, and her fat body had squeezed the stitching so tightly that it was almost untied. She also smelled of cooking fumes from years of working in a restaurant.

The middle-aged woman said happily: "On the way here just now, I seemed to see that your school has a mailbox. Although you are a closed school, you can send letters home through the mailbox."

Miyamoto Rie had already called her name. Jiang Langyue shifted her attention away from that and patiently listened to the chatter of her mother who appeared out of nowhere.

The character of mother has never existed in her world, and she doesn't know whether this woman with strong traces of the lower class is really her biological mother, or a figment of her imagination. She has never come back to look for the image of her mother because her life is also very hard.

There was no emotional fluctuation in her heart, and she listened to the woman calmly. Jiang Langyue noticed the "email box" she mentioned.

Mail?

She did not see any mailboxes on campus.

Is this some important information?

Jiang Langyue glanced at the people sitting around him, and carefully moved closer to the middle-aged woman's cheek. His lips accidentally touched the woman's earlobe, which made her face stiff for a moment. He asked in a low voice:

"Mom, where is the mailbox? I don't see it."

The slightly plump woman said casually, "It's right over there in your government building... You, if you have good grades, mom is counting on you. You will definitely be admitted to a good university... Don't fall in love too early, you are still young."

She hummed in response.

Class A finished roll call first.

Other families in the audience also began to mutter in low voices, and the buzzing noise in the audience grew louder and louder, almost drowning out Miyamoto Rie's voice.

Many freshmen whose classes were late and had not yet been called were secretly anxious. They could only concentrate more and more on listening to the call sounds mixed in with the background noise and ignored the daily chatter.

The seats of the four classes ABCD are arranged from left to right.

There are no seats in the Yinbang class.

Parents and students stood alone next to the seats of the students in Class A.

The students in the Yinbang class felt very uncomfortable at the moment, and they felt discriminated against by the school. According to the grade order, they were the last to be called.

As the names at the front were called one by one, more and more families shifted their attention. Parents became concerned about their children's exams and class placement tests, and the noise in the auditorium became increasingly loud and noisy.

The parents of the Yinbang class also looked unhappy. They felt that it was an embarrassment for their children to be assigned to this poor class, and started to complain.

"With this little achievement, you have brought shame to our family!"

"When your father was studying, he always got A grades. How could I give birth to such a bad child like you? It's just that I take after your mother..."

"Look at the people in Class A. They are all laughing at you. Why can't you do it when others can? All these years of tutoring have been wasted."

"And you made me stand with you as punishment. What bad luck."

There were a few parents with bad tempers. Seeing their children staring in one direction and not paying attention to them despite their earnest advice, they became even angrier and raised their hands with red faces and thick necks.

The head teacher of Yinbang class just smiled and said nothing.