I have a cub that escapes the boss

March [-]st, the first day of the [-]-day sprint.In the old campus, the dean, Mr. Hu, confirmed something with the head teacher of Class [-].

I can't make a call.

The old campus became an isolated cage, trapping students in 25 classes, teachers, canteen staff, doctors from the school hospital, and six building managers.

Lao Hu was smoking a cigarette, his fingers trembling.At this moment, he didn't have the heart to think about the student who skipped class.He even felt that the other party was the luckier one.In the outside world at the moment, I don't know if I have told others that something is wrong with the school.

He took a deep breath.It's not the best school, but it's definitely not bad either.There are various dinners on weekdays, and the dean smokes not badly.Up to this moment, it may be that the inhalation is too strong, and there is a little choking.

The strong smell of tobacco was drawn into the lungs and then exhaled.He has made a decision.

"We can't cover this up." The dean said to the head teacher of Class [-], "We have to tell others."

At the same time, Ji Hanchuan walked into the school in his school uniform.

The guard didn't remember his face, and Quan regarded him as a freshman or sophomore in high school, going to school normally.At this moment, the sensational news of the disappearance of the "senior group" has not spread, but Ji Hanchuan feels that the matter should not be covered for long.

He wasn't worried either.The principal and others will always think of a reasonable explanation.

On this day of the flag-raising ceremony, the explanation will come.It is said that more than a dozen students in the third year of high school were collectively diagnosed with tuberculosis, so the whole grade was given a week off.It is said that it is a holiday, but the headmaster hints both inside and outside, indicating that the meaning of isolation is more serious.

As soon as this remark came out, the students in the second and first year of high school were in an uproar.Everyone knows that tuberculosis is highly contagious, so they can't help worrying at this moment.

Ji Hanchuan changed into the clothes of the school cleaning staff, wearing a mask and hat, fully armed, and holding a broom, standing at the end of the playground.

I thought: This is a good reason.

It's just that I'm afraid it won't last a hundred days.

Ji Hanchuan pondered while sweeping the floor slowly.Not far in front of him, two senior one students spoke softly.One said: "Shouldn't it be contagious? I can't touch it normally."

The other hates iron and steel: "Aren't you staying in the classroom all day long? In the playground, cafeteria, and toilets... Isn't it all contact?"

The former "hissed" and said worriedly, "Then what should we do?"

"Let's have an examination. Oh, what a pity."

"Do you think this will be on the news?"

"There are so many people in the third year of high school, for sure."

The two were talking to each other, the head teacher slowly moved to the back and asked, "What are you talking about, so happy."

The shoulders of the two shook and they dared not speak.

Ji Hanchuan: "..." It's really a nostalgic campus life.

The principal performed a full set of plays, indicating that the whole school will be disinfected starting today. In addition, if students of other grades feel unwell, please seek medical treatment in time.

Next, last week's mobile red flag was issued.It's just that at this moment, all the students are not in the mood to wait for the name of their class.Someone even quietly asked the class teacher, saying that his forehead seemed a little hot, could he ask for leave and leave school now, otherwise it would be bad to infect his classmates.

The teacher was speechless and a little scared.Students can be fooled, but they vaguely know that something else seems to have happened in the third year of high school, and tuberculosis is just an excuse.The only thing that is clear right now is that none of the colleagues in the senior three group can be contacted.

With this in mind, the teacher rejected the student indifferently.

When Ji Hanchuan heard this, he turned and left.

He went to the school's lounge for the cleaning staff and quickly changed back into his school uniform.Before leaving, he glanced at the full-length mirror at the door of the lounge.

Ji Hanchuan was slightly taken aback.

He stopped where he was, looking intently.

Then he raised his hand and touched his cheek.

...a very thin, almost disappearing scar.

This is the first time since entering this game, Ji Hanchuan has looked seriously at the mirror and himself in the mirror.

When I first entered yesterday afternoon, there was actually a mirror outside the toilet.It's just that Ji Hanchuan was thinking about the class time at that time, so he didn't look carefully, and only had the general impression that "the person inside seems to be me, just a few years younger".

Up to this moment, Ji Hanchuan's fingertips swept over the scar on his cheek little by little.He was a little confused, not knowing when he was injured.At the same time, when he first entered yesterday, the vaguely sweet taste in his mouth returned to Ji Hanchuan's mind at this moment.

He has too little game experience, but this is indeed the first time he has encountered such a situation.

This discovery struck my mind like a thunderbolt.Ji Hanchuan quickly recalled the big and small things that happened after entering the game yesterday, from the explanatory text he saw on the blue plastic door, to the conversation with the dean later, the annoyed gaze from the Chinese teacher in the class, the students' dislike of "old man" school district” speculation, and complaints about school rules.There are also a few empty chairs in the classroom.

Ji Hanchuan suddenly opened the door of the rest room.The classroom in the third year of high school was empty at the moment. He walked straight to Class [-] and saw neatly arranged tables and chairs.The books above have been taken away, but Ji Hanchuan still remembers where the empty chairs were yesterday.

The last row by the outer windows, and the second-to-last row in the middle—

He compared the list on the side of the blackboard and found four names: Geng Taihe, Bai Wenyu, Gao Zhuo, and Zhu Yang.

Ji Hanchuan's heart beat faster and his pulse was pounding.

He went to the teacher's office.The teachers' seats were also very empty, and a large number of lesson plans and teaching materials were taken away. I don't know where they are now.

But Ji Hanchuan still found a stack of old correspondence lists in the desk drawer of the head of the fifteenth shift.He took out the elderly machine given by the principal, and slid his finger down the list.

The list is sorted alphabetically. The first familiar name Ji Hanchuan saw was Bai Wenyu.

He called, and it was Bai Wenyu's mother who answered the phone.Ji Hanchuan said, "Hi, are you Bai Wenyu's parents?"

The other party was very excited: "Yes! Who are you? Is our family Wenyu with you? Please let him go, we can share how much money we have..." At the end, there was a bit of crying in his voice.

Ji Hanchuan thought: Oh, she misunderstood.

He said: "Auntie, I'm Bai Wenyu's classmate. I just want to ask you, did you know that our class had a make-up class yesterday afternoon?"

On the other end of the phone, Bai Wenyu's mother was obviously taken aback.After a while, another person answered the phone, it was Bai Wenyu's father.

Papa Bai said, "You are?"

Ji Hanchuan explained again.Finally, he said: "I know, some incomprehensible things may have happened in our grade. I originally skipped class last night..."

He said his name, and Papa Bai suddenly said, "Ah, Ji Hanchuan? I know you, Wen Yu mentioned it to us."

Over there, the phone seemed to be taken a little farther away, and Papa Bai comforted his wife a few words.When he spoke later, Ji Hanchuan heard that they seemed unwilling to let him get involved.Ji Hanchuan asked for a long time before he got the answer "Yesterday at noon, Wen Yu called back to say that the school temporarily added make-up classes".

When the phone was hung up, Ji Hanchuan leaned against the edge of the table.He was playing with the mobile phone in his hand, and the old mobile phone was turning in his palm, opened and closed by nimble and slender fingers.Upwards, there is a young man's sharp chin, a tall nose bridge, and crow-feather eyelashes.

Long eyelashes cover the eyes.Ji Hanchuan blinked his eyes and felt: something is wrong.