He looked up at the sound campus scenery around him, and suddenly felt a little dry mouth and his eyes were slightly red.

Eliminate all kinds of impossible possibilities, and even if the remaining speculation is hard to trust, it is a fact.

Obviously, this is City S, the place where he once... grew up.

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Xia Yihui slowly let out a kiss, and he reached out to take the yellow nails, and a sentence came out of his mind: Look at the onychomycosis, come on xxxx, one can support two people~

Bah! What a mess!

With this episode, Xia Yihui finally knew much more clearly and finally no longer thought about his hometown in panic.

The nail is indeed onychomycosis, which looks a bit like the appearance of some elderly people's nails getting thicker, but it seems a little different. The nails are a little yellow and hard to touch. It can be said to be a little harsh and can even be used as a weapon.

If you get closer and smell it, you can smell a scent of sweet smell. After smelling it for a long time, your brain will be fainted. This smell is really disgusting.

Xia Yihui weighed his nails twice and said curiously: "Where did you find this thing?"

Zhang Qingyu frowned and said, "After waking up, I was playing basketball, and there was something in my pants pocket, which was very burdensome."

"…Wait," Xia Yihui was silent for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Why do mutant nails run into your pants pocket?"

"The background didn't say it." After pausing, Zhang Qingyu said again, "But it said another thing."

Xia Yihui said: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Qingyu said: "I didn't come back all night last night and didn't go back to the classroom for morning reading at 6 am this morning."

Xia Yihui's palms were striking each other, and said, "Then the clue should be where you went last night, what you went out, and why you encountered mutant species."

After saying that, Xia Yihui finally got a rough shape for the ghost card this time.

This time, the ghost card should use a method similar to boiling frogs in warm water. Specifically, put the frogs in a warm water pot. The frogs will feel very comfortable and stay in the pot. When the flames below the boiler are burning more lush, the water will slowly become hot. The frogs cannot detect the change in water temperature at all. In fact, when they notice it, they have already lost the energy to escape from danger.

The player who is thrown into the ghost card is equivalent to the "frog" in the pot.

After experiencing many extremely dangerous dungeons, the player's energy is very tight and he is always worried that the scene of "The Dead God is Coming" will reappear.

Under such conditions, the ghost card environment suddenly became a peaceful and stable high school campus life. It can be said that this is extremely tempting for dungeon players.

If you are attracted by the endless escape game and enjoy this short-term comfort, it will be difficult for players to fight from nearly tens of millions of people.

This principle is not very difficult to understand.

Xia Yihui raised her eyes and said, "We can ask your roommates, they may know your itinerary last night."

After a pause, Xia Yi returned the suspicious look and said, "Do you know who your roommate is?"

"I know, the background specifically explained their identities and said that they could ask." Zhang Qingyu's face remained unchanged and reminded: "They are in the same class as you, and they should be in class now."

Xia Yihui stopped: "..."

So his classmates are all in class, why are he still roaming outside?

It was not until this time that Xia Yihui realized what the physical education teacher said just now.

It's so hard for high school students. After physical tests, they have to go back to the classroom to continue to attend classes. They are also brain-burning courses like math classes. Oh my God, it can be said that they have absorbed the beatings from fate as they are underage.

The words have come to this point, and the two present are all practical people, so naturally they will no longer waste their time on meaningless conversations.

The sound of reading aloud came from the teaching building.

There is a big difference between the teaching buildings in the provincial demonstration and the teaching buildings in the campus arena. The latter is closer to an ideal concept. The teaching buildings of each grade are independent and far apart.

The former is the appearance of a normal school. All campuses are like sparrows, so small that they make people feel that they have nowhere to get started. Students from the first, second and third grades are piled up in three teaching buildings. Each grade is not in the same building and does not interfere with each other.

Xia Yihui was naturally in his third year of high school. He walked through several liberal arts classes that were taking Chinese classes, and then walked forward to the quiet science class.

Zhang Qingyu followed behind, his steps were very light. If he didn't listen carefully, he might not know that there was a living person behind him.

Tutorials are naturally different from normal classes. Some students with strong self-study skills will not come to class obediently. They would rather go to the cafeteria to study than sit in the classroom to listen to the knowledge they knew. Teachers who demonstrated the demonstration have long been used to this phenomenon, and over time they will leave it alone.

It is precisely because of this condition that many empty seats remained in the classroom. The math teacher on the podium passionately drew parabolas on the blackboard, talking endlessly, and he would not turn around for a while.

The front seats were almost full, and there were many empty tables in the back row. There happened to be an empty seat for the same tablemate in the room close to the door. Seeing the opportunity, the two of them slowed down and sneaked in through the back door, occupying the two empty seats.

Perhaps it was because of the light movements, or perhaps because the status was really low, except for the students in the last two rows, there were not many people in the classroom creating the emergence of Xia Zhang and the others.

The students in the back row looked at this side with a look of surprise, blinking fiercely, suspicion that they had no hallucinations.

Many people's gossip is surging and they can't help but start whispering.

"What are they doing? The same is true for the physical education class just now. Didn't they say they wanted to have a small tutoring?"

"Oh my God, when did the relationship between the God of Learning Zhang Qingyu and the Bastard Xia Yihui become so good?"

"The God of Learning came to our class to listen to the class? Hurry up and call the people in the front row. This is a benefit that you don't usually have. If you don't understand the title, please ask after class!"

If you really have to wait for those people to ask questions, Zhang Qingyu might be exposed. Everything should be decided quickly.

Xia Yihui turned the fire, supported the left half of her cheek with one hand, and asked in a low voice: "Which one is your roommate here?"

Zhang Qingyu glanced at the classroom and stayed on the two of them for the longest time.

One person was in the third to the bottom row on the right, and was waving at this side. Another person was in the front row, straightening his back and making drafts with a serious look on his face, not knowing what happened behind the classroom.

Xia Yihui searched from the desk for a while, and casually found a ragged book written, tore off a page from it, and picked up a pen to write a line of words.

[Where did you and Zhang Qingyu go last night?]

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this line of words, they couldn't help laughing.

“2333333333333 Why do I feel this direction is a bit strange?”

"It's a bit like the original wife catching a sexual intercourse: What did you do with my husband last night? (Guide point.jg)"

"Don't describe it, don't describe it, as soon as you describe this picture, it will come out hhhhhhhhhhh"

The paper strips were folded into a square quadrilateral, and a small relay race was completed by several people's hands, and finally dropped on the table of the roommate in the back row.

The roommate in the back row was paying attention to the movements here, and kept looking at the small notes with a gossip.

He was curious about whom the small note would be handed over, but he never expected it to end up in his hand. He expanded the note, paused for a moment, and the roommate in the back row looked at Xia Yihui with a look of suspicion.

This content...seems to be somewhat mysterious.

A few lines of words were written on ‘SwishSwishSwishSwishSwish’, and the note was passed back.

[You shouldn't want to report to the teacher, right?]

Xia Yihui: "..."

【…Don’t get me wrong, I just want to ask.】

【real?】

【real.】

The roommate in the back row picked up his pen and wrote for a long time this time, and he touched it for about five or six minutes. He wrote and listened, as if he was organizing words.

The students who passed the message in the middle were impatient, curious, and had strange eyes. However, due to face issues, they still took on a qualified messenger conscientiously.

After unfolding the note, living up to the "passionate creation" that had lasted for so long, the roommate in the back row did write a long paragraph.

[Although I don’t know what you want to do, but since the God of Learning is already sitting next to you, I feel that you can ask him. I just happen to have something to ask.

I only remember that yesterday three people in our dormitory climbed over the wall and went to the Internet cafe to play games until the middle of the night. I was a little sleepy and went to bed on my stomach. After I woke up, it was already daytime. It was almost time for morning reading, so I was afraid that I was late and did not wait. Instead, I quickly turned back to the dormitory to wash up. When I entered the dormitory, I created that the two of them were already in the dormitory.

Just so, please help me ask him if they were messing with me yesterday, and how could they leave me alone in the Internet cafe? Are you brothers?!]

"Your brother is going to be angry." Xia Yihui smiled and joked, and handed the note to Zhang Qingyu.

The latter glanced at it, his eyes fluctuated and said, "The people in the back row don't know, so they need to ask the roommate in the front row."

Xia Yihui nodded on the face, but sighed slightly in her heart.

It is very difficult to put it simply. The grades of students in the provincial demonstration are extremely strict, and the back row and the front row are two completely different learning states.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as a little noise is made in the front row, it will almost directly encounter the resentment of everyone, and it will be boring like a mouse crossing the street.

Not to mention these things, according to Xia Yihui's personality, it is naturally impossible for him to give up easily without even trying.

The note was written and poked the memoir in front of me.

The classmate turned around and looked unhappy with a serious attitude that he was interrupted. His eyes were filled with impatience and said, "If you don't study yourself, don't interfere with others. If you are a poor student, you are a poor student. Just think about playing in class."

Xia Yihui raised his eyebrows slightly. Even if he was called a poor student, he didn't get angry at all. Instead, he curled his lips and smiled slightly, and said with a serious look on his face: "It's the God of Learning that asked me to help pass on it."

“…”

The classmate was choked, his face was full of blue and white. He looked at Zhang Qingyu in disbelief, then looked at Xia Yihui, and finally had to send the note forward with a humiliating look on his face.

The first few people were quite gentle and passed on to the fifth row, but they met something.

The girl with ponytail in the fifth row got the note, opened it and looked at it, turned around and stared at Xia Yihui with a bad expression, and threw the note into a ball and threw it under the corner of the table.

Xia Yihui was surprised: "Hey!"

What's going on with this girl? Just forget it if you don't pass it on, why do you still bring it to open and then throw it away?

The back row spoke sympathetically: "She has that personality. She won the second place this time, and she is more than ten points lower than the God of Learning. She has been angry for several days. She will not be able to help you pass it on."

Xia Yihui frowned. The girl sat in a vital place with empty tables in front and behind. If she wanted to pass the note to the hands of her deskmate in the front row, she could only pass through her hands.
To be continued...