I have a cub that escapes the boss

Ji Hanchuan took off the photo frame.

There was a large brown spot on the wall, and when I put my finger on it, the wall skin just fell off.Ji Hanchuan rubbed his hands of ashes, rubbed his fingers indifferently, then lowered his head to look at the photo frame.

The back of the photo frame is also slightly damp.Ji Hanchuan quickly took apart the frame and picked up the photo.

His fingers were slender and fair, with some calluses, as if they had nothing to do with "smooth and tender".Ji Hanchuan didn't care about this. He roughly thought that he might have experienced a very unpleasant childhood, so he must have some way to protect himself.

He looked at the photo and had a strange feeling.

In the principal's previous drawing, the locust tree only reached the height of about three floors.But in the piece of paper in Ji Hanchuan's hand, the height of the tree has already reached the fifth floor.The branches are luxuriant.

But if you want to say what this really means, it’s not enough: the headmaster was in No. [-] Middle School, which happened in the last century.And the shooting date of this photo... Ji Hanchuan glanced at the number sign in the lower left corner, it was taken more than ten years ago.

The paper was slightly damp, probably from a leak in a pipe buried behind the wall.

Except for a few buildings and a tree, it is an empty "playground".It is not the same as the green field and plastic track in the current No. [-] Middle School, it is just a bare concrete floor.Judging by the size of the teaching building, the number of students at the time should be much smaller than it is now.Such a piece of land can hold all the students.

Maybe it's school time, or maybe it's during the holidays.There was no one on it.

Ji Hanchuan turned his gaze a little to look at the photo frame.

Compared to a plain photo, the picture frame appears bold in color.It is also old and faded, and it can be seen that there were originally colorful contrasting colors on it, gathered together, like a picture scroll.

Ji Hanchuan thought about it and went out for a while.

Before leaving, he thought about whether to put the photo back into the frame and hang it on the wall.But when I thought about it, I felt it was unnecessary.

Anyway, be back soon.No one else will come to this place for a while.

He stepped out of the file room, and about five or six minutes later, the bell for the end of get out of class echoed in the middle.Ji Hanchuan was mixed among a group of young men and women, and someone's eyes always fell on him.But it was only like superficial water, and soon turned away.

The best way to hide a drop of water is to throw it into the sea.

Ji Hanchuan was wearing a school uniform with no grade written on it, so no one could tell that he was a senior high school student who was supposed to be "quarantined at home".

Without changing his face, he went to the small shop to buy a pack of napkins.When checking out, I saw a box of chocolates next to the counter.It is a national brand, very cheap, even middle school students can come here from time to time.By accident, Ji Hanchuan picked up a piece and settled the bill together.

The proprietress of the small shop lazily raised her eyelids and said, "Two yuan."

Ji Hanchuan withdrew the money.A night of Internet access, private rooms, night plane, a total of 20 yuan.Now there are one hundred and eight left.

Many people lined up behind him, chattering, carefree.But many people also asked the proprietress if there were any disposable medical masks.

The proprietress said, "It's sold out." Then she asked, "Why do you say this suddenly? Many people want it today."

The young children chattered about the headmaster's speech during the flag raising ceremony.

Ji Hanchuan had already gone far away, but he didn't hear the lady boss's bluffing exclamation.He turned to the teaching building and went to the toilet.When I came out to wash my hands, a boy next to me smelled of cigarettes.The smaller boy next to him asked the former why he was so bold today.The former smiled and said, "I tell you, Lao Hu is not here today."

"No way," clicked his tongue, "Lao Hu has also been tricked?" Tuberculosis?

"Who knows." Shrugged, "I went to hand in the inspection in the morning, but no one opened the door after knocking for a long time."

Ji Hanchuan heard it in his ears and turned on the faucet.

He felt a little unexpected.Previously, it was only known that the third-year students and subject teachers disappeared—going to the legendary "old campus"—but now, the scope of this "disappearance" is wider than Ji Hanchuan thought.

Classes are over soon.Ji Hanchuan stepped on the last bell and returned to the file room.

One foot in, the last ringtone disappeared.He didn't see that 10 minutes ago, the photos on the glass cabinet suddenly became noisy, and the empty concrete playground was full of students walking around.

Ji Hanchuan took out two napkins, placed them carefully behind the photo, and then stuffed the photo back into the frame.

Somewhat bulging.He looked at the finished picture frame, then at the apparently still damp wall.

Ji Hanchuan thought he was incapable of repairing water pipes, let alone building walls.But there are other ways too.

He pulled out the nails from the wall.This action became easy because the walls were soaked in water until they became soft.Then be patient, take a moment, press the nails in a dry place, and hang the photo up again.

Finally, Ji Hanchuan picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the old campus with a 30M dismal pixel that was completely out of date.

The photo can be zoomed in, but it is very blurry. You can see the new shoots on the locust tree, and the old and new green are all blended together.

Then, Ji Hanchuan put away his phone.He carefully read all kinds of written materials displayed here, from the initial establishment of the school to the vicissitudes of life.It has experienced a lot, during which it has been expanded several times, and finally changed from the first few bungalows to what it is now.

Ji Hanchuan found out when those buildings in the old campus existed.From the 80s of last century to the beginning of this century.Looking at it this way, the previous photo was taken when No. [-] Middle School got new land, the teaching building on the new land was about to be completed, and the old building was about to be demolished.

After reading this, another forty minutes passed.Ji Hanchuan thought: What can be placed here seems to be some very glamorous things.

This is a matter of course.He pondered that if he wanted to find the superficial reason for the "spirituality", he might have to use a different method.

At that time, the Internet was far from being developed to the present level, but there were still some prototypes.

Internet...or something more primitive, old newspapers?

Ji Hanchuan thought about it casually, and closed the door of the archive room again.

The early spring sunlight came in through the window and fell on him, carrying a faint warmth.

The lock clicks.At the same time, in the archive room, among the photos that were hung on the wall again, there were figures again.Countless tiny shadows came out of that "teaching building", wanting to bask in the sun and relieve the depressed mood in the dark campus.

On the other side of the wall, the photo of a certain principal also suddenly became vivid.The figure above slowly moved his gaze, and his originally loving gaze became deep and indifferent at this moment, like ice and snow quenched in the twelfth lunar month, falling on the door of the archive room.

On the other side, Ji Hanchuan was already standing in the sunlight.

He walked along the trail, avoiding possible sight, turning various ideas in his mind.While thinking, he accidentally touched the chocolate in his pocket.Just take it out, peel off the plastic wrapper and put it in your mouth.

The chocolate melts in the warm mouth, with a bit of milky smoothness, mixed with a bit of inferior sweetness.

Ji Hanchuan lowered his eyes and unexpectedly saw that Ning Ning appeared beside him at this moment.

Ji Hanchuan asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Ning Ning said in a thin voice, "I can't eat."

Ji Hanchuan slowly "oh".Normally, Ningning's recipes are different from those of "human beings", which makes Ji Hanchuan want to know more about Ningning's origin and identity.

But looking into Shang Ningning's eyes and seeing the pure kindness and admiration in her eyes, Ji Hanchuan felt that it didn't seem that important whether he knew these answers or not.

Ningning will always be his daughter.

He had chocolate in his mouth, and there was no surveillance camera by his side, let alone anyone else paying attention.This is a small wasteland behind the office building. Originally, it seemed that it was intended to be a small garden, but vines grew wildly, weeds were everywhere, and mosquitoes were rampant.Even the paved stone brick path has become sticky, and the corpses of earthworms are still lying on it.

Ji Hanchuan walked among them and asked, "Then you came out now because I ate this?"

He sticks out a little from the tip of his tongue, with chocolate sauce on the tender red tip of his tongue.

Ning Ning was a little confused.Ji Hanchuan laughed and called, "Shao You?"

The confused little girl turned into a cold little girl.

Ji Hanchuan teased him, saying: "You look like this, I always feel like I have two daughters."

Shao You: "..." The cold face became a little tangled.

Ji Hanchuan looked at him for a moment, guessing: "You seem to be unable to say."

Shao You didn't speak.

But "not speaking" itself is already a kind of reaction.

He was wearing Ningning's skin, and Ji Hanchuan couldn't see him. In another place, in a much older classroom, there was a teacher's blackboard writing on the blackboard, and the students on duty were cleaning the blackboard.Shao You sat in the second row with his head down, as if he was writing an exercise book.But at an angle that other NPCs didn't pay attention to, his brows furrowed and his face turned pale.

At the same time, Ji Hanchuan looked at the little girl in his arms for a moment, and said firmly: "With this expression, is there something else that is hidden from me?"

Shao You: "No."

Ji Hanchuan said: "Why are you guilty?"

Shao You repeated: "...No."

The tone was so dry that it was hard to hear anything.

It just made Ji Hanchuan's heart tremble.

In the "Old Campus", the sky suddenly darkened a lot.The student sitting by the window turned his head, looked at the dark clouds outside, and murmured, "Is it going to rain?" The dark clouds covered the sky.

At this time, Shao You was already lying on the table.All sounds and noise seemed to be far away from him.

In Ji Hanchuan's arms, the little girl yawned, only to realize that she was in control of her body again.She turned her head subconsciously, but she didn't see Shao You in the classroom, but only saw the garden full of desolate paths and weeds.

Ji Hanchuan looked at her silently.He wanted to ask "what happened to Shaoyou".

But did not ask the exit.

If Ning Ning has a connection with Shao You, this sentence will let Shao You—no, the most important thing is, let "Game" hear it, and everything may slip into an irreversible direction.

Under the logical framework of each game, the "game" gives players a lot of freedom.They can joke around with NPCs and get away with a little verbal loophole. The "game" has a tolerant attitude towards these behaviors, making players feel that they can control their destiny.

But in another dimension, the chain of "game" firmly suppresses everyone under control.Ji Hanchuan guessed before that Ning Ning should be more lively in this game, and can freely "connect" with Shao You for a long time.Does this mean that Shao You is the "He" of this game.

Shao You must be very special, having had an unusual experience, in order to keep in touch with himself after everything befalls.

He knew what was going to happen next, so he sent Ji Hanchuan out in advance, allowing him to experience all the panic that followed with another perspective.

At the same time, his "initiative" is based on "rules".

It was Ji Hanchuan who said first that he wanted to go out and play games.Only Shao You could make the next reaction.

Ji Hanchuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.His vague thoughts before were extremely clear at this moment.

He didn't say it outright, but he was sure: I have experienced yesterday and today once.