998 screams like a maddened groundhog.
[Can you get better now, my host brother?]
You're going to get your ass whipped by the God of War for doing this! I'm not begging you to follow the script, but at least get back to the main storyline!
Yi Mu covered his head, deeply feeling that he couldn't afford to offend a woman.
After venting her emotions, 998 belatedly realized that her host had been driven to the brink of neurasthenia by her.
[Host brother?]
"Do all girls scream like that?" Yi Mu asked, rubbing his ears in pain.
998 emitted a strange "hehehe" laugh.
[Sometimes, we girls scream even louder!]
Yi Mu: "...Are you making dirty jokes at me, kid?"
998 *sobs*
【No, I didn't. But, Master, honestly, you can't be so willful anymore.】
Yi Mu remained silent for a long time, then shook his head.
"I cannot follow the predetermined path even when I know the ending is a predetermined tragedy."
Whether for the original owner of this body or for myself, I want to live a different life.
[But host, this is a task you must complete. If you fail to complete it, you will not be able to return to your own world.]
Yi Mu smiled, a smile that was somewhat desolate and cold.
"There was nothing in the original world that I was willing to stay for, so I might as well be a wisp of soul in these three thousand worlds and go wherever I want."
998's tone returned to normal, even a bit serious.
There are cases like yours.
We call such people cosmic wanderers, belonging to no country or galaxy.
They may seem free, but in reality, they are no different from those who have been exiled.
Drifting aimlessly, homeless—would you like to be that kind of person?
When a place to call home is no longer a place to call home, what is there to be sad about when one is homeless?
Yi Mu lay down on the bed, covering his eyes and eyebrows, and did not respond to 998, but he already knew the answer in his heart.
The weekend passed quickly. When Yimu returned to school, the old lady bought him two large bags of snacks, all of which were imported.
The old lady used to be a high school teacher, and her retirement pension wasn't much, but she never felt reluctant to part with her grandson.
In modern times, the Yimu had no direct ancestors beyond the second generation.
Although they had only spent two days together, Yi Mu could feel the old lady's kindness.
He cherished this family bond and thought that if he could establish himself in this world, he would definitely take good care of his elders.
Back at school, on Monday morning, the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with a dark expression.
The students haven't quite settled back into their studies yet, and the classroom is quite noisy.
The homeroom teacher slammed her hand on the table and shouted in a shrill voice, "You're making such a racket, like you're in a market! Do you even resemble students in an experimental class anymore?!"
The classroom immediately fell silent, everyone wondering if the homeroom teacher was on her period and in a bad mood.
However, they soon found out why.
"Our midterm exam score was 0.5 points lower than the average score of Class 5. 0.5 points, students!"
We're in the school's experimental class, and you actually got these results? I'm ashamed for you all!
The middle-aged female teacher slammed her fist on the table, her fierce stance making it seem as if she wanted to smash the iron table to pieces.
Guan Shengye frowned below, "It's only 0.5 points, is it really necessary to be like this?" He was furious.
Yi Mu sat up straight and began to teach him basic literacy.
"Since its founding, Jun Gao's experimental classes have always been far superior to the regular classes."
Class 5 has over forty students. The experimental class scored 0.5 points higher than the opposing team's average, meaning their overall score was more than twenty points higher.
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