I have a cub that escapes the boss

The moment of his hesitation, in the eyes of the dean, seemed to be resistance.

The boy and the adult were still confronting each other. At this moment, the bell rang suddenly.It is very melodious music.There was a series of hurried footsteps outside the toilet. In the toilet at this moment, the dean raised his eyelids, looked sideways at the young people standing in a row, and called out a few names. Seeing that they were getting more and more worried, he said: "Go back first. Attend class."

Those young people seemed to be pardoned, and some people winked at Ji Hanchuan: Brother, thank you!

Ji Hanchuan: "..."

And when the toilet was empty, the dean pointed Ji Hanchuan and said, "Don't tell me, right? That's fine! I'll take you to the third-year office so your teachers can recognize you."

Ji Hanchuan quickly adjusted his expression and changed his words: "Teacher, I was wrong!"

He realizes one thing:

The dean didn't know him.

In other words, they don't know this "Ji Hanchuan".

And the hidden meaning of this fact is: "Ji Hanchuan" has never been caught by the dean before.

At the same time, the man in front of him was able to proficiently call out the names of several other boys.It proves that he has not just been transferred, but has a certain understanding of this school.

Adding all these up, Ji Hanchuan outlined a fluffy personality.There is a cigarette case in his pocket, and he is probably not a good student.Class fifteen, this number is very subtle.If it is sorted by grades, it is either a science class, and my grades are so bad that it ranks last; or it is a liberal arts class, it is hard to say, it is possible.

Thinking of this, Ji Hanchuan felt a headache.In all fairness, he would prefer the answer to be the former.After all, it is the third year of high school, so I have to "play" a good role.Does that mean that there can't be any bugs in the grades?

In a short time, he couldn't make up all his high school knowledge.

"Now you know you're wrong?" The dean twitched the corner of his mouth and opened the cigarette case.What is more unexpected is that it is full and there is no smoke.

Ji Hanchuan saw it with sharp eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and said nonsense, "Teacher, that's right. My dad asked me to buy cigarettes for him before, but I forgot to give them to him, and accidentally carried them to school..."

The dean calmed down and seemed to accept this explanation.But it also means "since you don't smoke, I don't care about you".He confiscated the cigarette case and lighter, and said, "Tomorrow, I will hand in a [-]-word self-criticism. Tell me, what class?"

Ji Hanchuan said slowly, "Class [-]."

He could actually hide it now, saying sixteen or seventeen.

If you are worried that the class is not on the right number, you can also be simpler, class seven or eight.

But Ji Hanchuan thought, if the dean has the leisure to go to the toilet to arrest people, he probably has the time to go there one class at a time, so as to verify whether the smoking students caught before are lying or not.

When he was released from the toilet, it was already 2 minutes after the class bell rang, and the corridor was silent.

Fortunately, this is the end, you can go straight forward.

When he left, he glanced at the mirror outside the toilet, and there was a boy's face reflected in it.He is not as tall as Ji Hanchuan will be in the future, but judging from the comparison with those boys just now, he is still considered tall.

The skin is white, it is very healthy, shiny and warm white.Looking at the eyebrows and facial features, it is somewhat similar to the future self.Just because of his young age, he still looks a little green.

Wu Huan warned earlier that "Game" had sinister intentions and might set off smoke bombs.But at this moment, Ji Hanchuan still slowly felt: Maybe this is me.

In this world, he will meet people from the past.

The hallway was empty, and the dean was watching him to make sure he wasn't running around.Ji Hanchuan raised his eyelids and saw Ningning at the door of a certain classroom.He was startled, and saw the little girl waving at him, as if saying: Here!here!

Ji Hanchuan walked over.Looking at the house number, it turned out to be Class [-].

Behind him are the footsteps of the dean leaving.He breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the classroom.A middle-aged female teacher stood on the podium, frowning now, and said, "Ji Hanchuan? Why are you back now? You're all in class—" Raising her wrist, she glanced at her watch, "It's been 5 minutes."

Ji Hanchuan glanced randomly at the students below.A bit guilty of whispering: There are actually three vacancies.

Thinking of the place where he appeared, he hesitated, thinking that these three vacant seats are all players, and the first test for them in this game is to find a seat smoothly?

Ji Hanchuan said, "In the toilet."

The female teacher became angrier, seeing his indecent appearance.After a while, I endured it and said coldly, "Go back to your seat."

Words and body movements all revealed the meaning of "this student is hopeless".

Ji Hanchuan looked at it, and felt relaxed, thinking that his guess was right, this is indeed a bad class in science.

Estimating the teacher's attitude towards him, he walked all the way back.Walking and walking, but feel wrong.

A faint voice came from behind, saying, "Ji Hanchuan, where are you going?"

He paused, turned around, and saw the teacher on the podium staring at him, with red lips curved in an arc.

Ji Hanchuan thought: Looking at her before, I didn't think her mouth was so red.

There was a "Zi" sound from the lamp tube, and the lights in the classroom dimmed for a moment.A class consists of four groups, each group has five rows, and there is plenty of room at the back of the classroom.On the blackboard is the class report and the theme of mobilization for the college entrance examination.There are also banners with slogans, which correspond to the countdown pages hanging next to the podium.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary school, an ordinary senior high school classroom.Although it is a scumbag class, there are still thick stacks of books on the students' desks.Just looking from the back to the front, it can be clearly seen that many people are absent-minded and playing with their mobile phones.

Ji Hanchuan even saw someone aboveboard, putting their mobile phone on the table, as if they were watching a TV series.And because he noticed the movement here, he raised his head excitedly, wanting to watch a gossip.

Ji Hanchuan replied generously, "I'm a little sleepy, so stand behind for a while."

After his words fell, the lights in the classroom seemed to be brighter.The color of the female teacher's lips dimmed, becoming the same as before.He glanced at Ji Hanchuan coldly and said, "You don't want to take the book?"

Ji Hanchuan sighed, thinking: Sure enough, it is not so easy to fool around.

Fortunately, because of the previous movement, he already knew that his seat should be in the front.

He walked to the middle of the classroom, the second row, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Unexpectedly, books and notebooks were neatly arranged on the table.Looks like a good student.

Ji Hanchuan was a little confused.It's just that since he sat down, he wasn't going to stand up again.At this moment, I still smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm not sleepy anymore."

The female teacher looked at him indifferently.When he turned his gaze to Ji Hanchuan's deskmate, there was warmth in his eyes.Such a change in attitude made Ji Hanchuan think about something, thinking: Is my deskmate still a "good student"?

Then why can't you think about it so much, sitting at the same table with a scumbag like me.

He turned his head and glanced to the side.

There was a boy sitting there.The posture is correct, noticing his gaze, the boy looked over indifferently.Ji Hanchuan is actually not sure how he gets along with this tablemate, what kind of relationship he has.If you don't have the right attitude at this moment, will something happen again?

When he arrived at this moment, he realized later: this game seems to be a little more troublesome than he thought before.

The two looked at each other for a moment.On the podium, the teacher cleared his throat and said, "Okay, let's start the class. Let's talk about the composition assigned before."

But Ji Hanchuan's gaze slid down to the cover of the exercise book of the boy at the same table.

On it are two correct and clear characters: Shaoyou.

When saying this name, the tip of the tongue should leave the palate twice.The mouth opened first, then closed into a circle.

……

……

In another world, Wu Huan rarely meets a member of Apocalypse.

The two exchanged information, and Wu Huan mentioned that he saw a player in a state of "amnesia" five or six games ago.It's just that the other party hasn't experienced the initial dungeon yet, so I don't know what will happen next.

"Oh," the member of the Apocalypse was a little overjoyed, and mentioned: "Didn't you say before that you should carefully count the death rate in each game? Now the sample is still too small, but it has already taken shape."

Wu Huan had a headache, thinking that in this way, the things he had to remember would have to be doubled again.But it's all about living well.

She cheered up and took notes carefully.Try to memorize the contents of the notes before the end of the game.

"There is a copy. It is currently known that three groups of people have been there, and the death rate is zero." The member of the Apocalypse said this.

Wu Huan was surprised.Although there were many game records in which all members cleared the level before, she was quite surprised when "all members without loss" appeared in one game three times.

"Of course, it may also be a coincidence, so we can't take it lightly." The member of Apocalypse emphasized, "The location of that copy is 'Haicheng No. [-] Middle School'."

Wu Huan wrote it down carefully, poking his mouth with a pen, feeling a little emotional: "It's a middle school."

These two words are too unfamiliar to the current players.

"However," the member of Apocalypse changed the subject, "It's not that simple. This is a 'playing' game."

Wu Huan frowned and pondered for a moment: "Yes, in a middle school with so many people, it's quite difficult to continue acting among so many people."

"So although I can pass the level, but according to those three people, some people went crazy."

Wu Huan hissed and asked, "What about the game content?"

Apocalypse member: "Eighty players will enter, distributed in 25 classes in the third year of high school, and there will be teaching staff. At present, it is confirmed that there are two people in the first class, three in the second class, and none in the third class..."

Wu Huan was dizzy: "Wait, don't remember this."

Apocalypse member: "Oh, let's focus. Class [-] has a character, 'Ji Hanchuan'."

Wu Huan listened attentively.

Member of Apocalypse: "Other players should not contact people with this identity. Once you have this identity, just ask for more blessings."

Wu Huan clicked his tongue: "So miserable?"

Member of Apocalypse: "Well. In the three known games, the crazy characters are different, but the player playing 'Ji Hanchuan' has problems." Pointing to his head.

"And," he added, "even if you're not crazy, this identity is the one that has encountered the most trouble."