Chapter 162
Jing Ling didn't say what he saw on the island that night, but from his description, Xu Shaohuai was sure that those were not good things. Because the hell on earth described by a person who can remain calm in the face of bloody killings and who acts steadily, accurately and ruthlessly, is absolutely different from the hell on earth in the minds of ordinary people. It is only more terrifying and cruel.
However, Jing Ling brought back some information from the island, although he said that he copied it casually. In this case, whether you can come across useful things depends on luck, and Jing Ling's luck is obvious to all, so Xu Shaohuai has great hope that he can learn about the changes in the hunting ground from those materials.
All the questions that should be asked have been asked, and Jing Ling has said all that can be said. No matter how much he struggles, it will be in vain. Xu Shaohuai was very clear about this, so he stopped worrying about it and took the things to find someone to identify them.
After he left, only Jing Ling and the other four were left at the base. Although theoretically they can stay as long as they want and no one will say anything, but after all, there is too little contact and they still feel a little uncomfortable. So that afternoon, several people left the base together and went home.
Before setting out for the hunting ground, Jing Ling had taken care of all his personal matters.
He took a leave of absence from school. Although he sat in the classroom less often than most people skipped classes in a semester, he never failed to get first place in the final tests from the time he enrolled to now, and his ranking was in the grade rather than the class. As a result, the counselor always imagined him as a good student who studied hard while filming. If a star comes out of a college that is not specialized in film and television performance, it still has a very positive image and there are no black spots on the school. This will not only not affect the reputation of the school, but will increase its popularity to a certain extent. For this reason, his leave application was approved smoothly without Xu Shaohuai's presence.
As for work, "Jiang Shan Fu" has been completed and entered the production stage. He has nothing to do for the time being, and all other work on hand has also been completed ahead of schedule. Chen Ze is a man of his words. He may want to be Zhou Baopi, but he always restrains himself well and always takes Jing Ling's opinion as the basis for accepting jobs. It was previously estimated that this trip would take more than half a month, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened and he came back early after only a week. This was something that Yang Xinyao had not expected, and Chen Ze naturally did not want to know about it in advance. He still did not take any work for the time being as agreed before.
When I contacted him by phone after he came back, Yunshu was out on an inspection. Not only was he quite far away, he was also very busy at work. Jing Ling originally wanted to give her a surprise, but Yun Shu guessed it and smiled and told him that it was not necessary and she would be back soon.
Jing Ling had no choice but to give up.
Suddenly, he had nothing to do, so he stayed in school and acted like a good student for two days. I get up early to exercise as usual, and then go to classes one by one according to the schedule. Everything was fine on the first morning. No one knew he was in school and everyone attended classes as usual. However, after the first class, his classmates surrounded him and took photos and asked for his autographs. Jing Ling kept smiling from beginning to end. After signing in a certain number of times, he withdrew before a new wave of fangirls arrived.
The fans who got the group photo autographs uploaded all kinds of photos to social media platforms such as Weibo and Moments. Word spread quickly, and before lunchtime was over, many people knew that Jing Ling was coming to school for classes. It is not difficult to get a software programming course schedule. After getting the stuff, everyone starts to wait and see.
The first big class in the afternoon was a compulsory public course, University Common Language. The teacher was a middle-aged woman named Song Qingfang. She wore a pair of ordinary black-framed glasses on her nose and never let go of her briefcase. As usual, she arrived at the classroom ten minutes before class, turned on the computer and projector, copied the courseware, and checked the attendance rate. If the number of students was about right, she would just call the roll. But if it was too few, she would call the roll and then wait for the students to report one by one at the door. It's not a matter of anger or responsibility, it's just a habit. University is different from high school. Teachers won't put a knife on students' necks to force them to study. Here it's all voluntary.
But today is a little different.
Song Qingfang hadn't reached the door yet and was still in the corridor when she heard a noisy sound coming from above in the distance. People kept passing by her, turning their heads and looking around as if they were looking for something, and occasionally she could hear someone asking for directions. Coincidentally, it was the classroom where she was going to attend class. At first, she thought he was a student who was taking someone else's class and might not be able to find the place because he came here for the first time. But after encountering him several times in a short period of time, she thought something was wrong.
We soon arrived at the large classroom 502T on the fifth floor. The noisy noise we heard in the corridor just now actually came from here. The situation in the classroom could be seen from the wide-open door. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was overcrowded. And not only in the classroom, there were many people outside as well, looking around, as if they were looking for something.
Song Qingfang frowned slightly. She really couldn't remember what was so special about today that so many people would be there. The attendance rate was definitely over 100%, a standard that could not be achieved even when marking the key points at the end of the semester.
She entered the classroom with her briefcase, and the situation remained the same: most of the students were still looking outside, as if they hadn't noticed her presence. I turned on the computer and the projector, copied the courseware and opened it. After everything was ready, there were only six minutes left before the class bell rang.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
"You're not coming? No, I just skipped Nun Miejue's class to come here!"
"There are only five minutes until class starts. It feels hopeless!"
Song Qingfang sat there expressionlessly, waiting to see what was going on. Which big shot was coming to attend her class so much that people from other classes and possibly other colleges would rush to attend her class!
About a minute later, a noise suddenly broke out outside the door.
“Here it comes!”
“Here it comes!”
"I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn't give up!"
Hearing the voice, Song Qingfang followed the student's gaze and looked towards the door. When she was born, it was not yet an era of entertainment. Even the overall environment was very bad. Black and white TVs were luxuries, let alone chasing stars. Although she was born in the city and her family conditions were relatively good, this matter had never had anything to do with her. The social environment has changed, and the younger generation is more affected, which has little to do with middle-aged people like her.
However, although the aesthetic taste of the Chinese people has experienced certain ups and downs from ancient times to the present, the standards have always been there.
Looking at the young man who walked in from the door, he had a tall and slender figure, and his facial features were perfect. He remained calm and composed under the attention of everyone. Song Qingfang's Chinese has never been very good, and the compliments or compliments she has always come up with are just a few dry words. At this moment, the only word she can think of is "good-looking".
"Oh my god, my idol really came to class!"
"In my lifetime, I never thought I'd be able to be in the same room with a man of my dreams!"
"Who says celebrities don't look as glamorous in real life as they do under the flash lights?! The male god is obviously much more handsome than he looks on TV! I can't help it, my heart is beating so fast!"
From these words, Song Qingfang extracted one message - this boy was a star. Because Jing Ling often asked for leave, his name was directly crossed out from the roll call list to avoid him being absent every time roll call was taken. Song Qingfang is the new teacher who took over this class this year. The original English teacher was on maternity leave, so she didn't know there was such a person in the class. But she still knew Jing Ling's name. He attended classes only a few times, but always ranked first in exams. There have always been questioning voices outside, but Song Qingfang still believes in the school's principles and would not cheat on such a thing.
She was thinking about all these things in her mind, but her eyes were always following the boy's figure. She saw him walking in the aisle with a book in his hand. Students on both sides were taking pictures of him with their mobile phones and shouting at him to sit next to them. In fact, the aisle was already crowded and there was no seat available. For a moment, the flash lights kept flashing, giving people the illusion that they were at an event.
After walking around, he finally found a seat and squeezed in with a few boys and sat in the middle.
The bell rang for class, but the classroom was still noisy. People kept poking their heads in from outside the classroom, and Song Qingfang could only barely hear what was said. Although she knew that it was normal for Jing Ling to come to class as a student, and that students came here on their own initiative, she still couldn't help but turn her surprise into displeasure. She was about to emphasize discipline into the microphone when she saw the boy suddenly stand up. His voice was not loud, but when he spoke, everyone else subconsciously quieted down.
"It's class time now, I hope everyone will be quiet, otherwise it will cause trouble to the teacher, please!"
After a burst of scattered responses, it actually became quiet. Although there were still many people looking in that direction, Song Qingfang was already quite satisfied with the result. She clicked on the courseware and started the class.
When Song Qingfang teaches, she usually explains by asking questions. For teachers, this seems to have become a habit. Although software programming requires the use of common languages, the basic requirements are not high, and everyone's enthusiasm has always been low. So most of the time, she asked and answered her own questions.
But today was a little different. Every time she asked a question, no matter how difficult or simple it was, she always got an answer. Even though she only heard one sentence from the owner of the voice, Song Qingfang could tell it was Jing Ling without looking up in the crowd. It was a unique and pleasant voice that was hard to forget once heard.
Since the difficulty of the school's final exams always has a limit, she knew that Jing Ling's grades were very good, but she didn't know how high his ceiling was, and now she suddenly wanted to give it a try. So throughout the class, the difficulty of the questions she asked kept increasing. At the beginning, she would intersperse Mandarin, but later she used the common language throughout the whole class. As a result, Jing Ling answered all of them without missing a single one. And it seemed that they were inspired by him, or perhaps out of a spirit of not admitting defeat, the enthusiasm of the others was suddenly mobilized, and more and more voices answered questions.
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