System maintenance

The leftover boiled water on the desk, the half-drinked green tea, the date displayed on the computer, the well-cared-for prickly pear next to it, piles of folders, and a few books, all remind Silence that he is back .

Those long lives I experienced were really just a dream, and nothing changed in the end.

Anyone can dream, but his dreams are longer than ever.

Sitting on the chair, for a long time, he heard the sound of the alarm clock on his mobile phone in silence. He reacted a little slowly, and only remembered when he saw the alarm clock set that he didn't have class in the morning.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the person who came in was a teacher from the department. The office was filled with the smell of steamed meat buns and the sound of conversation.

"Mr. Shen, you didn't go back last night?"

The voice next to his ear made Shen Mo frown slightly, and it took a moment before he looked over. To these people, they had just met yesterday, but to him, it seemed like too long a century.

"I was so busy that I forgot the time, so I slept here all night." Mo Mo said a few words, then pushed away the chair, stood up and walked out.

A dark corridor, glass windows at the end, deserted stairway, familiar abstract paintings on the white walls, along with everything familiar, Silence appeared in front of the mirror in the toilet, he turned on the faucet, and washed his face with cold water for a while , looked up at himself in the mirror.

Exhausted, tired, anxious, the calm and calm of the past is gone.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose hard, put my glasses back on, brushed away my slightly damp hair, straightened my shirt, took a deep breath in silence, and whispered to myself.

"came back."

Walking downstairs on the campus, the silent and complicated heart gradually calmed down. The sun was not yet hot, and the wind blowing was refreshing. The road under his feet and the students coming and going made his thoughts clear. The difference between dreams and reality is that one is real. Yes, the other is fictional.

I bought a breakfast in the cafeteria, and walked towards the dormitory building while eating. Occasionally, students I didn’t know would come forward to say hello.

Many students in the school know that there is an advanced mathematics teacher in the Department of Computer Science, who is a senior who stays at the school. He is very young, tall and handsome, arrogant and alienated. Campus intranet homepage.

Many girls who are not from this department and whose majors are not related will always pay attention to his classes. The reason for attending the class is to satisfy themselves and want to get close to him.

Back in the dormitory, a familiar breath came over my face, I pursed my lips silently, nothing changed.

I opened the curtains, let the sunlight shine into my hut, and looked down at the school from a high position. Because it is an old campus, rows of big trees occupy a lot of area.

Suddenly thought of something, Shen Mo moved his eyelids, the system did not move at all, according to the normal procedure, he still has a volume of tasks, and, if he remembers correctly, he can choose to stay in one volume and live forever...

That's fine, if he was really given a choice, he didn't know how to choose.

The room was assigned by the school, with one bedroom and one living room. The furnishings were simple, clean, rigorous, and there was no confusion.

After waiting quietly for a while, Shen Mo frowned and put his hands on his forehead. He didn't know that the expression on his face was sad, and he felt a little lonely purely.

Life is back on track, classrooms, cafeterias, offices, dormitories, the monotonous four points and one line.

Sleeping until noon, Shen Mo opened his eyes and looked at the whitewashed roof above his head. After a while, he touched the glasses on the bedside table and put them on. The emotional fluctuations in his eyes disappeared.

It was raining lightly in the sky, and he went out without an umbrella. When Shen Mo appeared in the classroom, his hair was wet, and his cheeks seemed to have been delicately painted. Wearing a watch, the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, loosely open, his slightly protruding collarbone, protruding Adam's apple, and slender and beautiful neck can be seen at a glance. The serious and calm expression reflected in his beautiful eyes adds a kind of The taste of temptation.

This is something that the previous silence did not have, and it probably came out inadvertently because of a lot of experience.

There are a lot of people in the classroom. This time, the topic is for a competition that will be held in the city. All schools are included, and people are selected to participate.

He took out the lens cloth and wiped the lens a few times, adjusted the microphone, raised his head slightly in silence, and called out a student's name, "Zhang Tao, count the number of people."

A boy's voice came from the classroom that had been quiet for a long time, reciting the names of the class, accompanied by those big or small responses.

Looking at him with green faces full of thirst for knowledge, his white and clean fingers paused slightly, the movement of turning the book stopped, silently pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his calm eyes flickered slightly.

Turning around and writing the formula on the blackboard, the chalk stopped at the end and clicked habitually.

"At least one point achieves the minimum value, one point achieves the maximum value, and there may be multiple points." Che's bright and clean lenses scanned the students in the audience, pointing to the formula on the blackboard, with a silent and harsh expression, "Brackets There are two root signs inside, which were raised..."

The calm and indifferent voice diffused through the microphone in the big classroom. All the students looked up, but they didn't know how many of them didn't pay attention to those complicated and profound formulas, but looked at the charming young man on the podium. , eyes following his manicured fingers, forgetting the content of this lesson.

Putting the chalk on the table, Shen Mo raised his chin slightly, "Let's try to solve the sample problems in the document first."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and flipped through the textbook, with no fluctuation in the expression on his face.

"Have you noticed? The teacher seems to have changed." A girl in the first row against the wall whispered to her roommates, "I can't tell, but I just feel that something is different."

"I know!" One of the girls said mysteriously, "I happened to be walking behind the teacher when I entered the classroom. Guess what I found?"

Seeing the curious expressions of her companions, the girl showed a strange expression, "The teacher went to the wrong classroom. I watched him walk into 103 with both eyes, and he came out after a while."

As soon as this sentence fell, the students around who caught this, including the boys, were a little shocked. In their eyes, the teacher is a person who never makes mistakes.

Not to mention the low-level mistakes of going to the wrong classroom.

"So...the teacher is in love?" A man with glasses who had been eavesdropping silently in the back row was incredulous, "Tsk tsk, it's unbelievable."

The others also nodded in agreement. Only people who are in love will lower their IQ. The next moment, the attention that was finally diverted to the book disappeared.

The people in the surrounding seats lowered their voices and started discussing, all of them were as excited as if they had been injected with wolf blood.

A girl turned on her mobile phone, and the picture on the screen was secretly taken by her in class. The young man turned his head slightly and pointed at the blackboard. Is it the teacher?"

She didn't notice the changes in the expressions of the people around her, and said to herself, "It's so cruel, I want to add Teacher Penguin, but he has never agreed."

"Cough cough."

Her foot was stepped on, the girl looked up, and saw her best friend kept winking at her, still coughing, she blinked, "What's wrong with your throat?"

When she raised her head, she realized that everyone else was reading with their heads down, and she was the only one holding a mobile phone stupidly. She glanced at a piece of white clothes out of the corner of her eye, and she swallowed, "Teacher."

Shen Mo frowned, "Go up and explain the problem I just wrote."

Many perverted questions can be solved by few people except himself, let alone silently and subconsciously. After finishing writing, he realized that the question was too esoteric and not suitable for answering in this class. Just when he was about to take the blackboard eraser When erasing, the movement behind him stopped his movement.

The girl's complexion changed, and she walked slowly to the blackboard under everyone's sympathetic eyes, picked up a long piece of chalk, and then stopped moving.

Seeing that girl's flushed face was almost pasted on the blackboard, she wiped it off with her hand after writing something, repeated this action back and forth, and silently twitched her forehead, "Go down."

When the girl heard the voice behind her, she felt relieved, wiped off the sweat from her face with her hand, and blurted out, "Thank you teacher for your mercy."

He looked up and down, then silently withdrew his gaze. Based on his memory, he could be sure that it was the person who stopped him on the way to ask for his phone number when school started.

During the morning class, the girl listened with trepidation. She was very serious for the first time, and didn't dare to sleep without playing with her mobile phone.

The life of such a single habit is not as peaceful as on the silent face. He began to experience auditory hallucinations, and felt that someone was calling him day and night.

I often walk on the road, suddenly stop and look back, inexplicably, I wake up in the middle of the night, and then get out of bed covered in sweat, pour a glass of boiling water, look at the night and think about things.

Usually, I don’t get along with my colleagues deeply, but only on the surface. Whether in the office or outside, I will say hello when I meet them. When I come back from a meeting with the principal, I will say goodbye to everyone and go the other way in silence.

The summer nights are not as hot and unbearable as the daytime. Although the wind is not much cool, it lacks the scorching sun above the head.

There is only the sound of my own footsteps on the silent road, Mo Mo puts his hands in his trouser pockets, and the figure under the street lamp is drawn into a long shadow, lonely and lonely.

At this moment, his heart ached, and he stopped unconsciously, the hairy feeling of being targeted came back.

Mo Mo frowned slightly, as if after a long time, his brows did not loosen, but instead became tighter, just like the pain in his heart, tearing and challenging his nerves.

"dimension……"

The voice behind him didn't know where it came from. The magnetic voice carried a sad sigh, as if mixed with that kind of thick blood.

Behind that careless sloppiness is a frenzied fear, anxiously looking for something under the dark and well-understood sky...

The blood all over his body was coagulated, his fair face suddenly turned pale, and he turned slowly in silence.