High school science students save the world

Just now he was firmly intimidated by Tan Zheng's words in the kitchen. His mind was full of life and death, why people live, and the meaning of proving their existence.

When he held this bowl of hot noodles, and the porcelain bowl burned his palms, his despair and fear were slightly taken away, which made him doubt Qin Zheng's words.

——I played all night at Hu Zhiwen's house, and the next day it rained heavily and classes were suspended.

Regardless of the weather, what about memory?

If it really changed the memory of the back table, then at least this memory was based on their encounter with the dimpled girl.

If it was his memory that changed, then playing games at a classmate's house would be real.

But no matter which one, push forward and solve why he came out of evening self-study.

That's because they got a note.Why did you get the note?What did they go through before they got the note, so they would ignore this inexplicable note?

It's like looking for wool ends, if you find only one, you can pull out the whole ball of wool.

Unless the memory is false from birth.

Then he will contact the people in his memory later, in order not to cheat, the memories of the people related to him will be recreated.

The contact of this person with that, their fleeting glance, a bump on the shoulder, a step on a shoe is all faked.

In other words, the memory of the whole world is false.

Can anyone do it?

unless it's God.

Yang Yan has experienced so many unimaginable things, and the materialist viewpoint that the political teacher earnestly expressed is probably not much left, but at this time, he must stick to Marx no matter what, and say long live materialism.

The most important point is that God is omnipotent, even the memory of the whole world can be fabricated, so where does his pain come from.

Qin Zheng is not a god.

No matter who Qin Zheng and Hu Zhiwen were, they only induced a scene that could change memories at will.

As for what they wanted to warn or remind, Yang Yan didn't care much about it. There was nothing more gratifying than that when his feet were finally firmly on the ground.

The back table was still spitting, blowing noodles in the gap, and suddenly glanced at Yang Yan.

"why are you laughing?"

Yang Yan was taken aback, looking at the reflection in the noodles in clear soup, the corners of his mouth could not be restrained, he turned his face hard from embarrassment, and felt that he was too guilty, so he simply smiled generously and said: "I have never heard of it" Smile , less than ten years'?"

The back table squinted at him with the eyes of some kind of creature: "You can go back to your mother's womb if you smile again."

Yang Yan just shook his head sadly: "I haven't even learned rhetoric, elementary school student."

The back desk wanted to make it seem like you are more educated than me, think about it carefully, rub it, really study better than me!

Can it be better!

Yang Yan was still making up the knife over there: "One woman plays one show, why don't you feel thirsty, drink more soup."

Back table: Isn't it three women in one drama...

Thinking of this, he sneaked a glance at Tan Zheng, then shrunk honestly and obediently drank the soup thoroughly.

Yang Yan was so hungry that he ate a whole bowl of noodle soup, and even scooped up the dumplings stuck to the wall of the bowl with chopsticks and ate them clean.

When the three of them finished eating, the back table was touching their stomachs and howling and dying, Yang Yan couldn't get used to him like that, so he kicked his chair.

The back table pulled back from the ecstasy of eating and drinking, glared at Yang Yan angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing!"

Yang Yan: "Go wash the dishes."

Back table: "Why don't you wash the dishes?"

Yang Yan: "I am a guest, you are the host, you have to do your best to be the host, do you understand?"

Looking at the back table, Yang Yan, a cheeky little bitch, probably wouldn't be able to do the washing, and Tan Zheng didn't dare to let Xueba take care of it all, so he had to wash the dishes with tears in his eyes.

Qin Zheng sat down on the sofa, playing with the red red snake fruit on the fruit plate, and gave him a slight look with a calmness that was far from before.

"Aren't you full?" Tan Zheng asked.

Yang Yan stared at the rotating apple in his hand and nodded.

Tan Zheng took two apples, held them in his hand, got up and went to the kitchen to wash the apples.

The result was that the back table was kicked out.

Yang Yan approached the kitchen and saw Tan Zheng pinching the edge of the porcelain bowl with his fingers, holding it up and looking left and right in disbelief. The back table was like an ostrich who only hated that his neck was not long enough to get into the ground.

Yang Yan gave a strange "Hey": "What's the matter?"

Qin Zheng handed over the shiny white bowl, and at the same time instructed: "Be careful."

As soon as Yang Yan took it, he felt something subtly wrong. The bowl in his hand was unexpectedly slippery. He lowered his head to sniff, and he smelled an obvious scent of green lemon.

Yang Yan: "..."

The dishwashing liquid on the table smells like green lemon.

Tan Zheng sighed helplessly: "This is the washed dish."

He moved his eyes to signal Yang Yan, Yang Yan followed and saw the white wreckage piled up in the trash can.

Yang Yan: "..."

Qin Zheng said to the back table: "I'll wash the dishes, you go peel the apples."

The back table seemed to be winded, and said "oh" stiffly.

When he sat on the sofa and peeled apples without saying a word, Yang Yan's malnourished little yellow bud called conscience poked his head out of the soil, thinking about whether this matter would affect his life. dealt a huge blow.

Will you doubt your ability to learn, and you will never recover from a setback, falling from 900 to [-]?Passing more than [-] exams means that you can only go to Bluffly College or New Easton University, and going to Bluffly College or New Easton University means you can't be rich and handsome, and failing to be rich and handsome means you can't hook up Bai Fumei, failing to hook up with Bai Fumei means not being able to reach the pinnacle of life, not being able to reach the pinnacle of life means only becoming poor dicks, being poor dicks means only marrying the same poor dicks, marrying the same poor dicks means giving birth to the same poor dicks A dick's child, giving birth to the same dick's child means that the child will go his old way again, day after day, year after year, generation after generation...

Yang Yan cast a look full of sympathy and guilt to the back table.

Of course, the back desk didn't know his rich inner thoughts, if he knew, he would risk being killed by Qin Zheng and strangle him every minute.The back table is competing with his red snake fruit.

Back table: "Why is this damn apple so slippery?"

The back table took a napkin to wipe off the water on the red snake peel, picked up the fruit knife again, held it against it with his thumb, and stroked lightly to draw a layer of translucent wax.

Yang Yan: "..."

No wonder the apple is so bright it can be used as a mirror.

The back table also felt speechless, changed to a red snake fruit and pulled it, it was still the same.

Back table: "..."

What the fuck is this? !

The back table didn't believe in evil, and decided to fight this pot of apples to the end, and picked up a red snake fruit and rolled up his sleeves to make a gesture. At this moment, suddenly there was a short short tone from the fire alarm!

The back table trembled suddenly, and almost stabbed the fruit knife in his hand.

Yang Yan suddenly stood up, and at the same time the kitchen door was opened, Tan Zheng ran out wearing a Winnie the Pooh apron, took Yang Yan's hand and ran away.

"Wait for me!"

The back table was still putting on his shoes, and Qin Zheng grabbed his collar with his free other hand and pushed open the door, regardless of March 21 and [-], he ran up first.

There was no one in the corridor outside the house.

Seeing such a big battle at the back table, he was going to panic, his brain was spinning so fast that the load was too high and he burned out. Seeing the elevator rushing faster than anyone else, he was about to press his face against the elevator door, and was quickly dragged back by Yang Yan.

"You stupid, who would take an elevator!"

The back table was dancing and drawing movements, and his mouth was trembling like a cramp: "I, I, I, we are going down..."

Qin Zheng had already waved to them at the stairs: "This way."

I don't know which house has already emitted scorched smoke, a bit pungent, black and gray like a hungry wolf with red eyes, grabbing the soil and hunched over, ready to pounce on this group of vulnerable people at any time , and bit off their necks.

Qin Zheng and Yang Yan had already jumped down the stairs three steps at a time. Their obviously uncoordinated legs were trembling at the back table, and they struggled to step out their long legs like ducks, shaking and shouting: "Wait, wait, wait!" wait!"

Yang Yan didn't even turn his head, he skipped three flights of stairs before taking a breath and said, "What are you waiting for, run!"

The back desk thought, isn't my mother running? !Why don't you go to the Olympics to win glory for the country when you run so fast, heroes!

Tan Zheng is a pentathlon master, he recognized it, his mother Yang Yan's dark circles under the eyes and sharp chin of the imperial harem these days, looks like an addict who smokes opium, no matter how you look at it, he is not a sportsman Good material, right? !Why, God is so unfair, I also have long legs!

However, an untimely scene suddenly flashed through his mind. It was the night when they were in the dormitory, Yang Yan easily jumped over the two-meter concrete wall.

The cold sweat at the back table suddenly burst out, his footsteps, his heart and his muddy brain trembled, as if he had Parkinson's disease: Could it be that Yang Yan is also a hidden master?

The person who is still making jokes so cheaply every day, turns out to be an SSS-level dangerous person with the same fighting power as the regiment secretary? !

It is not easy for him to survive to this day.

No matter what the head growing out of the hole on the back table was crazily thinking about, Yang Yan took a big stride and ran down half a floor, suddenly realizing something was wrong: "Why is there no one in your building?"

The back table let out an "ah" and shook his head far behind them: "I don't know."

How could it not be?

Before Yang Yan could think too much, his whole nerves were tense, and suddenly he heard a whistling breeze, he raised his head, and saw a pressure cooker falling sharply in mid-air and a scorched object flying out with it!

The scene was so weird that no one could react for a while. Qin Zheng was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized something. He twisted his ankle hard and rushed towards Yang Yan.

But it's too late.

Yang Yan was two or three meters behind him. He felt that these were not good things. He kicked his heels back and was about to lean back, avoiding the lid of the pressure cooker, but he didn't notice the charred pieces on his arms!

Click, he heard the sound of the hard thing hitting his arm, and then he felt the spiral staircase began to spin and spin and spin faster and faster, and he extended from the point he was touched , the whole person was sucked in by the rotation.

Tan Zheng's anxiety and Yang Yan's astonishment, no one noticed the back table with a wide mouth that could fit a fist.

Only the back table knows what those dark things are.

It was the plum that the aunt next door agreed to make for him yesterday!vegetable!chicken!claw!

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