When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Su Yuan felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, and his whole body was icy cold.

If he hadn't brought the knife in, he would have no ability to fight back when he encountered danger, and the situation would become very passive.

Just as he was anxious, he felt as if his brain had been hit by a club, and a light spot kept flashing in his mind.

Su Yuan's mind moved, and he clicked on the light spot in his mind.

A void space appeared in front of him, and the long knife surrounded by blue light was lying there quietly.

"Storage space?" Su Yuan thought of this word instantly, and he felt that he could take out the knife with just a thought.

"Indeed, it is unreasonable to bring a knife to class, and the dog stone tablet is still useful."

"But other things, mobile phones, cigarettes... were not brought in. It seems that only items with supernatural powers can be brought in."

At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

However, the big back-haired man on the podium did not mean to stop at all, and continued to talk to himself.

Su Yuan was a little annoyed, and so were other students, and the class gradually became restless.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The teacher with the slicked-back hair knocked on the table and said slowly: "I let you talk first. Anyway, the class will end when I finish talking."

Although this is old-fashioned, it is very effective. The classroom became quiet instantly.

Su Yuan felt more and more strange. Not only was the environment and atmosphere normal, but even the teacher's catchphrase was so classic.

This didn't look like a "nightmare" at all.

The teacher with the slicked-back hair spoke for another three or four minutes before announcing the end of the get out of class, picking up the thermos cup and walking out of the classroom.

"The get out of class is only ten minutes in total, and the class is delayed for five or six minutes. What can we do with this little time?"

Su Yuan gave up going out to find out the news and prepared to start with his weak deskmate.

Judging from the way the weak boy addressed himself and the conversation just now, the relationship between the two should be good.

Just when he was about to greet him in a gentle way, he was suddenly stunned.

I didn't look carefully just now, and now I found that there was a gray bird lying on the shoulder of my deskmate.

Sensing Su Yuan's gaze, the boy at the same table looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Since they were deskmates, they were naturally familiar with each other. Su Yuan asked directly without hesitation:

"You can bring pets to class?"

"What pet?"

The boy's expression was very confused. Su Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand directly, trying to catch the bird.

"Chirp."

The gray bird made a crisp cry, avoided his palm, flapped its wings and flew up, circling over the heads of the two.

Su Yuan pointed to the top of his head: "That's it, isn't it your pet?"

The boy looked up and took a look, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Axiong, are you confused in sleep? Who would take an electric fan as a pet?"

Su Yuan frowned slightly.

He can't see it?

No, it seems that other people in the class can't see it either.

Otherwise, a bird flying into the classroom is enough to make girls scream and boys chase after it.

After circling for a few times, the gray bird returned to the boy's shoulder and raised its head towards Su Yuan, as if to protest.

Su Yuan touched his chin. A bird that no one else could see?

This was the only anomaly he had discovered so far.

Why did this "anomaly" lie on his weak deskmate?

Su Yuan was moved and said, "Lend me your Chinese textbook."

"Oh." The boy nodded without hesitation and handed him the textbook.

Su Yuan took the textbook and opened the first page.

Liu Wuhuan, Class 3, Grade 1.

"What a coincidence?" Su Yuan blinked, closed the book calmly, and handed it back to him.

"You only read the first page when you borrowed the book?" Liu Wuhuan took the textbook and muttered.

"I'm worried that I took the wrong one." Su Yuan quickly took on the role and hooked the boy's neck in a familiar way.

This identity was simply chosen by God. He was a deskmate and friend of the owner of the dream.

I just don't know how good their relationship is. Is it to the point where they can talk about anything?

Thinking of this, Su Yuan tentatively asked, "Wuhuan, what kind of person am I in your eyes?"

This question is very sharp. It can not only show the relationship between himself and Liu Wuhuan, but also understand the personality characteristics of Wu Kunxiong.

"What kind of person?" Liu Wuhuan hesitated, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"If we are brothers, we should tell the truth."

"Sour, stingy, lonely, sharp-tongued, likes to show off, and his feet are a bit smelly..." Liu Wuhuan counted them one by one on his fingers, and finally added, "But he is quite loyal."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

Although he knew that he was not talking about himself, Su Yuan still felt a little hurt.

"You are so honest, you must have a lot of good friends?"

"Not many."Liu Wuhuan shook his head and said seriously: "Only you."

Su Yuan was silent. It seemed that Liu Wuhuan was a rather lonely person.

And from his evaluation, the original owner of his body was not very likable.

Two guys with few friends, huddling together for warmth?

This is a good thing for Su Yuan.

The title of only friend is very valuable.

It is definitely to the point where you can sleep with him.

Isn't it easy to get some information?

"I just don't know if this Wu Kunxiong disappeared with Liu Wuhuan."

"What happened to these two students?"

Seeing Su Yuan's silence, Liu Wuhuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Axiong, you told me so much, do you want to borrow money again?"

"Borrow money?" Su Yuan asked, "What are you talking about? Do I often borrow money from you?"

"Not really... But compared to your weird reasons, I would rather you lend it directly."

"For example?"

At this time, the class bell rang, interrupting the conversation between the two.

The classmates returned to their seats one after another. Suddenly, a boy slapped Liu Wuhuan on the head when he passed by him.

"Ah!" Liu Wuhuan covered his head and turned his head in anger: "What are you doing?"

The boy quickly ran back to his seat and smiled at Liu Wuhuan.

Su Yuan saw all this and looked forward to Liu Wuhuan's reaction.

The slap just now was so heavy that it could be heard.

This behavior is no longer considered a fight, it can be attributed to provocation.

If Su Yuan encountered such a thing, he would not wait until the get out of class was over, and would rush over to beat the shit out of that boy.

If he couldn't beat it out, it would be considered that he had done it cleanly.

But Liu Wuhuan just rubbed his head, turned around, and chatted with Su Yuan as if nothing had happened.

"Axiong, what were we talking about just now?"

"Talking about me asking you to borrow money."

Su Yuan looked at him deeply, he could see that Liu Wuhuan was angry just now.

But he did not mean to resist, but chose to tolerate.

Sometimes taking a step back will not make the world wider, it will only make the other party worse.