The noise filled the area, and students were talking to each other. He leaned on the railing and looked down, seeing the playground and sand pit in the distance, as well as the dormitory building and cafeteria. This looked like a boarding school.
He wanted to find out some information, but he thought it was too strange to ask "where is this place" rashly. Since the basic task is "survival", this means that this seemingly peaceful and tranquil school... may be hiding many unknown dangers.
"——This is Mingxi Middle School, a closed school located in a remote town. Students can return home twice a year. Since the town is known as a "holy land of education", all supplies are tilted towards this middle school." Suddenly, he noticed a person lying on the railing next to him. The other person also looked like a student and looked lazy. He started communicating with him inexplicably.
"Are you a player?" Wang Xingkong asked.
"Yeah, you too." The student smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Su Jian."
"I'm Wang Han..." Wang Xingkong hesitated for a moment. Facing this guy who came up to talk to him out of nowhere, he didn't give his real name: "How do you know this information?"
"Ah, my identity is the monitor of Class 4." Su Jian pointed to the classroom door behind him: "I looked through the original body's phone and information, and I understood."
"...You still have your cell phone with you?" Wang Xingkong was stunned.
"It's really a good harvest. I didn't expect that the head of the class would violate school rules and take the lead in hiding mobile phones..." Su Jian held his chin: "Tell me, if I put the phone in a player's bag and report it to the teacher, what will happen to that player..." As if noticing Wang Xingkong's expression, he raised his hand and laughed to himself:
“…Ah, hahaha, you look so ugly, I was just kidding, don’t be afraid.”
Wang Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little strange about this person's familiarity. Fortunately, the class bell rang at this time, and he quickly sat back in his seat.
The sound of dragging tables and chairs was harsh, and the electric fan on top was still squeaking. He turned the pen in annoyance and glanced at Su Jian's seat.
The moment Su Jian opened the book, he saw the words "Shen Xue" written all over the title page of Su Jian's book. The crazy handwriting made Wang Xingkong feel a little numb.
...How weird! Why is Su Jian's notebook filled with a girl's name?
At this moment, the Chinese teacher walked in, and the whole lively classroom became strangely quiet, as if all the popularity had been suddenly drained away.
It was clearly a summer afternoon, but Wang Xingkong shivered involuntarily... He actually felt a little chilly.
"In this class we will review the essays written in the previous class. Students in each group will exchange their reviews, and those who have particularly good works can recommend them." The teacher began to distribute composition papers.
Wang Xingkong didn't know which unlucky guy got the hands of his composition written in the style of an elementary school student. He got a piece of composition paper with neat handwriting. The other party's handwriting looked practiced, and the horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strokes had a sharp feel.
He looked at the name above: Su Jian.
…It’s that guy.
He looked at Su Jian again and found that what Su Jian was holding in his hand was exactly his composition paper - his ghostly handwriting was clearly exposed to everyone, and he immediately felt ashamed.
Suddenly, a piece of chalk hit his head. He raised his head and met the gloomy gaze of his Chinese teacher. Those eyes were like hooks and looked extremely terrifying.
"Don't look around, just correct the papers!" the Chinese teacher said in a grim tone.
Wang Xingkong shuddered again in the dog days of summer. He held the pen with some trembling hands and looked at the essay written by Su Jian.
[If all the stars can be saved, will there still be travelers who make wishes to them? ]
When Wang Xingkong saw the first sentence, he was stunned.
Su Jian's essay was not long, but Wang Xingkong became more and more frightened the more he read it:
[Because life has reached its end, stars will fall from the sky, but confused travelers pin their hopes on an existence that can't even save itself... I have to say, what a selfish act this is.
——But this is also the proof of human beings’ hopes and expectations. This is the origin of “Light Chaser”…
People will form a stable and normal life pattern that adapts to a specific environment in their common life, so people are used to "stability". However, social control should not be based on suppressing people's reasonable competitive behavior. The world is changing. The real authority and effectiveness of the so-called system and law does not lie only in forced obedience, but first of all in education and persuasion.
——It has always been difficult for humans to face themselves. They have fixed themselves in the position of "travelers", unable to break through the shackles of the times. They are carried forward by the will of the upper class, and even forget the ridiculousness of their own behavior... Such people cannot become "lighthouses", even if they gather the eyes of the world...】
This writing style seems so familiar no matter how I look at it...it's like it's engraved in one's DNA.
Wang Xingkong stood up suddenly.
...He seemed to know which player Su Jian was.
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