Chapter 249: Don't believe me, Rice Eagles, pull back to reality.

The second class is basically impossible to attend because of all the commotion.

Although the radio sound is controlled, but the volume of the children is no upper limit, especially they are engaged in fun sports, screaming, as if the chicken factory was air-dropped bombs.

The English teacher on the stage, whose spirit had obviously been sufficiently battered in the first class, taught in her usual pitch to the sound of chickens crowing, with a look of self-loathing.

Compared to the frenzied second high school, which is also going to be closed in two days, the study atmosphere of the first high school is much better.

Ying Lou, played by 089, is sitting in the middle of the third row of the class, the best seat in the class.

He had his head down, using a fine needle to lightly carve something on something, his movements and expression were idle, less focused than usual, thus attracting the frequent attention of the math teacher.

Ying Lou is the star of hope for almost all of the teachers in the first high school, and every teacher secretly hopes to have this rare student to add to their professional resume. The day before yesterday, he suddenly took a leave of absence because of his mental state, which had already caused a small storm in the teaching group, and today he came back to class with such a distracted look.

He knocked on the blackboard, " Ying Lou , you come up."

089 looked up a little suspiciously, "Hmm?"

Seeing his uncharacteristic lethargy, the math teacher had a bit of a headache, and had to repeat his request: "Come up and do a demonstration, and give us a solution to this problem."

089 slowly got on the podium, and after going over the questions that the teacher had just read over, he began to write the steps of the answer in a methodical manner.

The chalk rubs against the blackboard, sifting down fine dust along the way.

After solving the beginning, he took the blackboard eraser to erase all the contents he had just written down.

His previous answer ideas and steps are exactly right, the teacher see Ying Lou is still the same Ying Lou, has put down the heart, see him again will write the answer erased, can not help but be surprised: "Hey ......"

089 inclined his head, "I thought of a simpler way."

It is possible to write at least five steps less than just now in the derivation process.

After completing the question-answering process, he returned to his seat under the envious eyes of his classmates and continued to do his private work.

When he first entered the system, 089 was deployed by the Lord God, putting him in charge of the lottery and forbidding him to participate in field work.

One of the most important reasons is that 089 cares too much about his personal life and ideals, and never mind what others think of him and look at him, so he gives the first impression of being silly, as if he can easily hold and control, and is suitable to be placed in an important position that is convenient for the Lord God to do.

Not to say that the Lord God has misjudged, even 089's parents had once treated him as an unintelligent child.

...... until the first time I got his transcript.

When writing essays as a child, talking about future ideals, other children write that they want to be a police officer, want to be a scientist, while 089 wrote that my lifelong dream is to be someone's father.

The article was read as a joke by the language teacher throughout the class.

When we were young, we joked with each other, always scrambling to be a father, and when we grew up, we knew the weight of the word "father", and understood the proportion of people getting along with each other, so we naturally forgot the absurdity of our youth.

But 089 never forgets.

Ten years later, 089 Feihong Ji, became the only one in the class to realize his dream.

No one thought a person with a high school entrance exam score of 700 and a near perfect score in math and physics should enroll in the kindergarten teacher program, but Feihong Ji did.

He took his kindergarten teacher's license and returned to his family's orphanage.

He is the father of all the children here, and he can make them have a warm and comfortable home again.

At the age of 24, Feihong Ji was killed in a car accident.

Since then, he has had a new home, in another place.

In fact, this time it was Xiaochi Chi who had a wrong idea.

This world, not the Lord God sent 089, but he took it upon himself to come and take his place after hearing that 061 had come to a parallel world.

He had an important thing to do.

When the bell rang for the second period, many students grabbed their desks to catch up on sleep, while 089 stood up and entered the men's bathroom stall.

After making sure the door was locked, 089 closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had shifted himself into a room that he was once all too familiar with.

Because there is very little clutter, the room seems quite empty and clean, except for the three sides of the walled bookcases, and the display of at least a thousand private books on them, so that this place looks slightly different.

089 stood in the room and glanced at his watch.

Because the teacher dragged the class for two minutes, full count, he now has only seven minutes of recess time, and for quality reasons, he can not always occupy the bathroom, affecting others to solve the normal physical needs.

So, he only had three minutes to accomplish what he wanted to do.

...... However, for him, three minutes was enough.

Sure enough, within a few moments, there was the familiar sound of footsteps outside.

089 is not misremembered.

At this point in time when he was still alive, he would have just finished his second period of instruction and let the bears out to play, while he himself would have gone to his room for the customary snack and refreshment.

The next second, the room door was pushed open from the outside.

Feihong Ji of this world, standing in the doorway, looks at each other with 089, who is wearing Ying Lou's skin.

Feihong Ji took a step back and confirmed that this was indeed his bedroom before opening his mouth to the young student in front of him and asking, "...... You are?"

089 Singular: "Do you want to go abroad?"

Feihong Ji : "Huh?"

089: "If you go abroad and find a person, it is possible to save his life, do you go?"

Feihong Ji scratched his hair: "Is this some kind of trick game?"

089 repeated his question, "Will you go?"

Feihong Ji faintly solemnized his face: "Really?"

089: "Yes, seriously."

Feihong Ji nodded without hesitation, "Then of course I'll go."

089 handed over the Post-It note he had prepared: "Everything relevant, I've written on it. He lives in Eastern Europe, in the Kiev region of Ukraine. There is a boulevard near the most famous St. Andrew's Church there, and his family lives at number 66 in the Podil neighborhood at the end of East Boulevard. His mother is of Chinese descent and his Chinese is very good, so he doesn't have to worry about any communication problems. His full name is Changting Zhuang, and his English name is Ryan, Ryan Zhuang, 27 years old. When you get there, all you have to do is ask about him and you'll know where he is."

"...... He is a very good-looking person." When mentioning that person's name, 089's voice then unconsciously softened and lightened, "white hair, white eyelashes, just bad eyes, with congenital heart disease. You have to remind him that on September 8 next year, he must be hospitalized, well observed, stay for three days, and do not leave during that time. It was in the early hours of September 11 that he died. Remember?"

Feihong Ji surveyed the note in his hand, "Remember. Then how do I convince him that I'm telling the truth?"

089: "That's your business."

Feihong Ji readily said, "OK."

089: "Thank you."

"Is it convenient to tell me who you are?" Feihong Ji clutched the note in his palm, "A time traveler? Or a future person?"

089 stopped explaining and grabbed the last bit of time to inform him of another most important matter: "And you, remember not to drive out around the end of August next year. Even if you must drive, be careful of fatigued drivers."

The three minutes he had reserved for himself quickly came to a head.

089 pushed open the bathroom door and just returned to the classroom to sit down when three handover signals from 061 in half a minute came from within the main god space.

089 smiled.

The last time I saw 61 so impatient was when he first figured out how he felt about Xiaochi Chi before he formatted it.

He pressed the handover button.

In the next second, 089 changed back to his white and black pants work clothes and stood on the handover point of the main god space.

Taking advantage of this time of handover, the two quickly exchanged existing messages.

"Have you received the award?"

"Hmm. You've met the Feihong Ji of that world, too?"

"Just got it done, everything that needs to be accounted for. It took three minutes."

"Three minutes?" Ying Lou was a little surprised, "You teleported in and out in front of him?"

"Uh-huh."

"...... Aren't you afraid that if you suddenly disappear, you'll scare him?"

"No way. Nothing scares me."

"Are you sure he's going to be there?"

"If it were me, I'd be there."

"So confident?"

"Sure."

089's tone is as confident as ever.

There are times when this overconfidence always makes people want to punch him, but other times, it makes his whole being breathe an unspeakable charm.

089 said, "...... myself, I know it well."

Ying Lou tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm about to leave." 089 said, "Recently Brainflower probably wanted to squeeze me hard, and arranged a lot of substitute tasks for me. I still have more than 200 missions to finish, and I don't know when I will teleport. I didn't think that before I left, I could do something good for me and 23 in the other world, no loss."

Ying Lou raised his eyes and found that it was almost time, the forced teleportation was about to open, and he was just about to say some goodbye when 089 took his wrist in his hand.

He said softly, "I also brought my daughter-in-law some meet and greet gifts, dad is poor, there is nothing to give, things are put in the storage of you two. You mustn't steal it."

Meanwhile, the teachers on Xiaochi Chi's side of the room have given up their resistance to the laughter of the children next door and opted to let them study on their own.

Xiaochi Chi also found a surplus of items in his warehouse.

He has counted the things in the warehouse, and the sudden appearance of an extra item is naturally eye-catching.

Xiaochi Chi peeled back and found that it was a bag of Mimi's shrimp strips with a note more prominent than itself: "For my dear daughter-in-law.

Xiaochi Chi tore the note, took the shrimp strips out, and gently shook the bag.

Inside a clatter of miscellaneous snacks.

The table is not interested in studying, eyes glanced at the ringing, suddenly bright: "You actually have such a good thing? Come on, confiscate it."

Xiaochi Chi said, "82."

Table: "The year of the founding of the country must also be confiscated."

Xiaochi Chi : "Open your hand, I'll give you a share."

Tablemate: "Look at your pettiness."

Xiaochi Chi : "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Tablemate: "Dad."

Xiaochi Chi was joking with his tablemates when he poked his hand into the shrimp bag and unexpectedly touched something hard and unusual in the far corner.

He grabbed a small handful of shrimp sticks and gave them to his tablemates, then distributed the rest to the front and back seats, eventually leaving himself with an empty bag with only a few sticks left, a small disk, and a dozen grains of rice.

It's rice, or crystal clear raw rice.

There are exquisite word carvings on the rice, and I don't know when 089 was secretly figured out such a set of crafts.

Xiaochi Chi put the rice sculpture on his textbook and studied it with his head down.

"Before, 61 was given to me before it was formatted."

"In the beginning, 61 put this in a snack for me."

"I've been saving it for so long, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

"32-bit password, not your or his initials."

"All-spelling allophones, Morse code, every existing way of solving cryptograms I've tried."

"Don't waste your time."

"It's not either of you two's birthday."

"It's not the morphing encryption of your birthday. I've tried any existing encryption of the number series as well."

"It's not your parents' birthday."

"Not the file codes, school numbers and lucky numbers that appear in any of your lives."

"Not your movie title abbreviation."

"Not the point in time when you used to kiss someone in a movie."

"Not with any of the numbers I associate with 23."

"I'll do my best to crack it for you."

"Watch and eat, I've disinfected."

Xiaochi Chi After reading it, he thought, 089 This is really trying his best.

Moreover, he probably thought he was when he was really about to leave the main god space to take the risk of entrusting him with such a thing.

089 is even so afraid of being observed by the Lord God that he does not dare to transmit it into himself in the form of data.

It is not until you hold such a thing in the palm of your hand that Xiaochi Chi has a sinking sense of reality.

He had always thought he was sober enough before, but never like this, being splashed with cold water and left with nothing but a bone-chilling coldness all over his body.

...... He actually really immersed himself in the world.

All around you is the clickety-clack of a small hamster.

Xiaochi Chi did not have any familiar friends, did not have any middle school or high school reunions, and had only one Lucas around for so many years.

He is surrounded by these, which belong to Xiaochi Chi, but not Xiaochi Chi.

This feeling is really kind of bad, reminding him of the distant past, the liar who told him to wait until 3:00 am.

......

During that time, Xiaochi Chi did not have a very good life.

He's got a sick private life.

At first, I just received hundreds of roses, and there were letters stuffed with love and covered with lip marks sent to the company.

Later, a $100,000-plus car pulled up in front of Xiaochi Chi's house with a car TV playing Xiaochi Chi movies and used condoms thrown all over the front and back seats.

Xiaochi Chi called the police, but the police were late in catching the man.

The other person is a very experienced person who knows how to cover his features and whereabouts, and the car he parked in front of Xiaochi Chi's house is a stolen car.

The seriousness of the incident gradually escalated.

One day, Xiaochi Chi found a small, square thing wrapped in toilet paper in his take-out.

Once turned over, a thin blade stained with unknown blood was placed inside.

Written in blood inside the toilet paper were four large, dark red letters, "Look at me."

Lucas was so frightened that he broke down and dragged Xiaochi Chi for a physical examination and sent the blade for laboratory tests, fearing that the other party had some kind of infectious disease.

The test results came out, it is human blood, well after the laboratory tests, initially ruled out the possibility that the other party has an infectious disease, but in the current DNA database, but also can not find the corresponding blood type.

The day the test results came out, the private student sent a private message to Xiaochi Chi's Twitter account using a small number.

"Is my blood good to eat."

"If you like it, I'll make blood tofu next time and give it to you to eat."

As a result, the day after sending these two messages, the police informed that the bastard rice was caught, and was beaten up so hard that he was being resuscitated in the ICU.

...... was so close to passing away on the spot.

Since the appearance of that bastard rice, Lucas every day with Xiaochi Chi to sleep together, with his fear for so many days, received this news, can be considered to raise eyebrows, and repeatedly said to use his old man's relationship to sue the son of a bitch, let him go in and pick up half a lifetime of soap, but also to buy Xiaochi Chi ten grapefruit, peeled bath.

As a result, Lucas just left Xiaochi Chi's house, a private message on Weibo was sent: "You don't have to worry, he won't come back."

The private message stopped for about half an hour, as if hesitating about something.

Xiaochi Chi watched as he typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, and found the man a bit funny.

Finally, the results of his half-hour sent over: "Don't you be afraid."

Xiaochi Chi thinks this person is weird and strange, there must be more to come.

Sure enough, after this, he would say something to Xiaochi Chi every day.

Unlike his fans, who write large paragraphs of mini-essays, he just keeps saying "typing", making Xiaochi Chi think that this man is a brain-dead fan for the first time in his life, which is both adolescent and funny.

Later, Xiaochi Chi couldn't stand it anymore and asked him one day before going to bed, "What exactly do you want to input?"

There was a quick reply, "Wanted to say good night."

Xiaochi Chi : "Ah, that said, good night."

The other side, probably afraid of disturbing him, stopped typing, but Xiaochi Chi could not stop looking at his phone.

I don't know why, but Xiaochi Chi always cared for him a little.

He even gave the other party a nickname, called "in the process of typing".

During that time, he just killed a movie, for his safety, Lucas arranged for his notice is not too intensive, he has a rare free time, simply used to chat with interested netizens.

The other party seems to be very busy, but as long as Xiaochi Chi replies to him, he will reply in seconds.

The relationship between the two people did not develop very deep, only occasionally have a chat.

The other party is a very measured person, gentle words, can be seen to treat Xiaochi Chi very carefully, not like a fan who is desperate for confession, nor like any immodest - slut, but rather like a friend with the idol.

Xiaochi Chi doesn't hate him.

And so their casual acquaintance continued for two months.

Until that day, the other party sent a sapphire ring, saying that he intended to give it to his beloved one.

The ring is first class in terms of design and color, except that it is so expensive that it hurts to buy it from Xiaochi Chi, but there is nothing bad about it.

To be honest, I really like this ring Xiaochi Chi.

He said, "It's expensive."

The other person said, "It's pretty affordable. Like it?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Ask me if I like to do something."

The other person said, "I'll buy it for you if you like."

Xiaochi Chi is more than twice as sensitive to this kind of thing after the private rice incident, and he decided to stop talking to him after he smelled a hint of something wrong.

The other party also quickly recognized that he had crossed the line and hastily sent an apology: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

"I saw this ring today and liked it so much I thought I'd send it to you."

"I shouldn't say things like that."

Looking at his words, Xiaochi Chi had an indescribable distraction and picked up his phone, intending to black out the other party.

He is not capable of developing any intimate relationship and he should not hold anyone back or give anyone that illusion.

These two months, he really fainted.

The other party seems to have sensed something and hastily edited a message and sent it over.

Xiaochi Chi, once the corner of the eye swept the four words, the whole person was confused.

"...... I am Ying Lou ."

Xiaochi Chi blew up on the spot.

He instantly typed down a large curse and was just about to send it when the next SMS came from over there, "When I was a child, I told you that my mother left with my brother or sister in her belly. You managed to comfort me by borrowing the dance team girls' clothes from school to wear."

Xiaochi Chi is silly.

All his shrewdness evaporated out of thin air with his brain at that moment, and he typed dumbly, "...... How do you know?"

The other side said gently, "I am Ying Lou."

Xiaochi Chi said, "I don't believe it."

This phrase, on that night, was said over and over again by him countless times.

The man there good-naturedly said piece by piece what only he and Lou knew.

By the end of the day, Xiaochi Chi was dropping tears and saying, "I don't believe it."

The other party hesitated for a while before making up his mind and extending an invitation in a gentlemanly manner, "Do you have time this Sunday night at 7:30. I'll wait for you at the Western restaurant on the TV tower."

Xiaochi Chi took a long time to digest the news from Tuesday to Sunday.

The other party refused to say what he had done over the years to go, saying it was a work secret that could not be revealed, but he said that over the years, he would often come back to see Chi Xiao and he knew everything that had happened to him and how hard he had worked.

These simple words were so sweet that Xiaochi Chi rolled around in bed with her phone.

As the day of the meeting drew near, Xiaochi Chi went from being skeptical to being as happy as a child before a spring trip.

He booked a table three days in advance, put off all the announcements, and called Lucas early on Sunday morning, asking him to advise himself on what to wear to the appointment today.

Lucas doesn't know why Xiaochi Chi is so happy, but he loves to see Xiaochi Chi like this: "My baby looks good no matter what."

Xiaochi Chi, however, was not satisfied, changed the altered school uniform, changed the sweater, changed the white shirt, and finally chose a small slim-fitting suit, wanting Lou to see how good he was when he grew up.

At six o'clock on Sunday evening, he arrived at the restaurant and went to his reserved table.

His suit matched perfectly with the color of the tablecloth and tableware.

The table was decorated with Xiaochi Chi's pre-ordered oxalis garnished with frangipani flowers, so fresh that the dew was still dripping, perfect.

But that's not enough to satisfy Xiaochi Chi.

He repeatedly checked the position of his little bow tie, checked that the wine on the table was awake, and checked that the glasses and bowls were set correctly.

He initially ordered napkins arranged in the shape of roses, but at 7:15 called the waiter and replaced the roses with sailboats.

Watching the minute hand slide a little toward 7:30, Xiaochi Chi, his hands clenched and his fists on his knees like a student, sat upright and waited reverently for his hope to come.