lost narrative poem

Chapter 3 Straightforward, but that's reality

It was eight o'clock in the morning.

Wearing a pair of glasses, Xia Ran dragged her schoolbag with one hand, and walked slowly into the main entrance of the school.

Perhaps it was because the bell didn't ring until 35:[-], so at this time, the school gate and the campus were still sparsely populated, and few people could be seen.

The road in the distance has already begun to become busy, with more and more vehicles and pedestrians, office workers with hurried expressions, housewives who go out to buy vegetables, and those who don't understand what stress is, worry-free worried children.

He stood there and took a look, couldn't help sighing, and walked into the campus, he felt that he still didn't fully adapt to the rhythm of this country...

After all, how can domestic students have such a relaxed time? It can be said that they are all the same from elementary school to high school. The uniform schedule starts at [-]:[-] in the morning, and the more brutal ones are from [-]:[-] in the morning to more than [-]:[-] in the evening. Treat students as human beings.

As Xia Ran, who only transferred here a year ago and had been studying in China for the past few years, he is naturally very aware of such things.

That's why he's not used to it, maybe it's a deep-rooted habit of working and resting. Many times, if he sleeps until seven or eight o'clock, he will subconsciously feel that he has overslept when he sees that the sky is already bright outside.

Feeling the vibration and hearing a slight beep, he frowned and took out his phone to look at it, only to find that it was a new email.

"Sender: Machida"

"Title: About New Works"

"content:……"

He didn't read the content, and just closed the information page with a blank expression.

This guy is so troublesome, why does he keep urging him every day, and he clearly reminded himself time and time again to calm down and polish it.Later, after seeing the speed of my work, I started to urge me every day, wishing I could rush out ten works a day...

How is it so realistic?The adult world...

Anyway, there is definitely no new work. Moyu is the ladder of human progress. He just wanted to leave a sum of money to his family after he encountered an accident out of a sense of crisis.

That's why he used his golden fingers to move some things from the dream to the real world.

And the astronomical figures lying in the account now, he probably can't use them up in this life, there is no need to work as hard as before.

……

……

Class B, Year 2, this is Xia Ran's class.

Logically speaking, a guy like him who has been suspended from school for a year is almost equivalent to spending most of his time in the hospital and at home, and the time to go to school is less than a month. He will be repeated for one year. It should also be a normal thing.

However, he didn't, and he still went through the normal process of continuing to upgrade——

Although he couldn't hear the pleasant sound effects like "LEVEL UP", and there wasn't a beam of light falling from the sky, and then he instantly increased his attributes by one level amidst the dazzling light and shadow effects, and returned to blue with full blood, but he became weaker and weaker.

However, he just upgraded, from a high school freshman to a senior high school sophomore.

And that's not all, after the results of the final exam were announced, he had almost missed a year of class, and he actually won the first place in the year section in one fell swoop.This incident once became a hot news in the school, and people even exclaimed, "Are all Chinese international students monsters?"...

He is more or less a campus celebrity now, and he is still the kind that ranks first. From the beginning of this semester to the present, within a few weeks, he has already found double-digit love letters in his shoe cabinet and drawers up.

So, what the hell is going on with these little girls in this country?

It's also fortunate that he doesn't have few friends, but none at all. After all, shortly after entering school last year, he took a long vacation to recuperate his body.

So no one is familiar with him at all, and no one can talk to him at all. In addition, the identity of an international student from China, and the fact that he can directly pass the first grade in the grade without taking much class for a whole year, neither Friendly and not close to the people...

Therefore, he didn't come from the masses, and he didn't go to the masses. His social circle didn't expand at all, and the AT force field protected him very well——

While separating the interpersonal relationship, it also fundamentally and directly put an end to some troublesome things.

After all, this is a very simple truth. Not to mention that the dividing line between geniuses and mortals is so exaggerated, but the class antagonism between top scholars and scumbags still exists.Faced with this unreasonable monster that seems to be born without studying, most ordinary students will just quietly stay away.

Well, keep your distance while respecting, otherwise it will be very frustrating, even if you just look at the reflection of the other person's glasses.

Only some of the same top students will take the initiative to talk to Xia Ran, but most of the time it is just to discuss study problems, and Xia Ran can often solve these problems easily.

After all, he didn't get his grades by cheating in the exam, but his real hard power—although it is also thanks to the blessing of Gold Finger, which has a huge side effect.

And this kind of performance also made Xia Ran further establish the image of a super academic, and people who had some doubts about whether he used improper means in the exam, because of this, all died down.

This is probably the case. Although most people keep him at a distance, Xia Ran is also happy to be at ease. To be honest, if he is not like this, he will have even more headaches...

Think about it, wouldn't it be even worse if those love letters didn't appear in the shoe cabinet, but were directly killed by the parties in front of him, ready to take a straight ball decisive measure?

He can deal with the love letter in the drawer of the shoe cabinet as if he didn't see it, but if the person confesses directly, he doesn't know how to deal with it. He has never had experience in this area...so it's better as it is now .

Wait, speaking of it, the one who stuffed himself with love letters must be a girl?

An inexplicable thought appeared in Xia Ran's mind, which caused Xia Ran to feel a chill. She quickly shook her head, forcibly expelled such a somewhat spiritually polluted thought, and tried to focus her attention on the books on the table.

Of course it's not a textbook, after all, it's not time for class at all, and only half of the people in the classroom seem to be here.

And he has already learned all the courses he should learn, and he has a thorough understanding of everything that needs to be learned-because those damn lucid dreams, it doesn't mean that all of them are encountering lunatics, monsters, murderers, and dangerous scenes of wasteland radiation doomsday nightmare.

He didn't mean that every time he went in, he had to go through a lot of painful torture and finally be killed before he could wake up and return to reality.

Although it is said that dying in the dream is the fastest way to escape from the dream, it is also really painful.In order not to leave too deep a psychological shadow on himself, Xia Ran has always rejected such a rough way of unplugging, and he still prefers the conventional "quit the game" option.

This caused him to sometimes spend several weeks to months or even longer in dreams that appeared to be relatively peaceful, basically like parallel worlds.

Sometimes it may only be one night in reality, but he has actually spent half a year in the dream.

And this time was not wasted by him, but was used by him to hone survival skills, learn knowledge and so on.Although it is not to the extent of forgetting to eat and sleep, and the head hanging from the beam and the awl piercing the buttocks, it can be regarded as relatively self-disciplined.

Therefore, this means that lucid dream is not only a great side effect, but also his golden finger in a sense.

While not dreaming every day, there is no pattern to speak of.But on average, Xia Ran's one month may be close to someone else's one year, even though he is not a super genius, and there is no such thing as a photographic memory and an inborn knowledge.

However, under the premise that I am not lazy, my aptitude is not stupid, at least I can learn it——

He can completely make up for his disadvantages in other areas in a dream that is almost real and spends more time than others do not know how many times.It was precisely because of this that even though it was almost equivalent to a one-year suspension on the surface, there was still no one in the school who was his opponent.

It's not because none of the other students can play, but because he's already on the hook. On the surface, he's either in the hospital or recuperating at home. In fact, he has spent at least several years in his dreams dedicated to studying. .

If this is the case, if there are still people who can surpass his performance, then it can only be that others have also cheated, and it is a more advanced cheat.

His is just "micro self-aiming"...others are the master of "lock", "second kill" and "bullet tracking"...

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At 35:[-], the bell rang throughout the campus, but there were still some people who rushed into the main gate of the school at the last moment.

Xia Ran's seat is the window seat in the penultimate row, that is, the corner seat. Here he can easily see the scenery outside the window, and it happens to be facing the main entrance of the school...

It was still April, and the soft and bright sunshine shone in, giving him a faint sense of warmth.

Today is a good day, and Xia Ran also feels that she is in a good mood, and she doesn't know if it's because she let out a bad breath in this nightmare——

It is no longer a unilateral abuse, but in turn killing the enemy in the nightmare first.

Maybe it was because of his clear thoughts, so he felt refreshed, and he actually felt that his spirit was much better today.At least there is no longer the usual illusory headache feeling in the head after waking up from a nightmare, but it is extremely relaxed.

It’s like feeling like you’ve recovered from a bad cold, and your whole body feels relaxed, like you’ve unloaded a heavy weight. Although there seems to be nothing to be happy about, you still feel that the world is beautiful and the people around you are very happy. cute.

Humans are such a fragile species...

He withdrew his gaze from the window, and then focused on the book in front of him, as if reading it seriously and carefully, his whole person exuded an inexplicable sense of leisure.

until--

A white and slender hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then tapped lightly on the desk.

"Teacher Hiratsuka?" Xia Ran raised her head very calmly, looked at who it was, and leaned back a little.

"Xia Ran, can you please come with me?" The teacher asked softly, as if he didn't want to disturb the other students around.

He nodded, closed the book, and stood up.

(End of this chapter)