The sun is scorching in August.

The college entrance examination honor list at the entrance of Yinghua Middle School in H City seemed to be coated with an oil film under the scorching sun, and the shining brilliance could be seen hundreds of meters away.

The trolley box wheels rubbed against the somewhat mottled asphalt road in Krakela. From one end of the snack street outside the West Gate of Yingzhong, the Rushi Bookstore at the corner, the barbecue truck and the convenience store that had not yet been opened... to the honor list at the school gate.

Stopped.

He is a boy wearing a white shirt and a black baseball cap. The brim of the hat presses against the black hair, which covers his eyebrows and eyes. His fair skin exudes a thin layer of sweat under the scorching sun, and his right ear is faintly lit up as he moves. If you need to look carefully, you will find that it is an extremely small earring.

He raised his hand and touched the hidden light spot. When he stopped, he raised the brim of the hat that covered his sight. His eyes pressed down below finally saw the sky.

The eyes, which are clearly black and white, seem a little indifferent because they are too quiet, revealing a hint of being away from others.

A male voice with a flat tablet suddenly came from his pocket.

——"You have arrived near the destination Yinghua Middle School, and this navigation is over."

The boy pressed down the brim of the hat again, "Thank you."

The students passing by couldn't help but glance at them. The first time I saw that they were so polite with the voice navigation.

The male voice in his pocket said, "You're welcome, happy new semester."

Passersby:...

The wheel of the trolley box crossed the two iron edges at the school gate and continued to rub against the ground.

However, the friction sound was drowned in an instant.

The sirens rushed from the street to outside the school. Two police cars drove the lane, followed by a dazzling red fire truck, making sharp brakes one after another.

The car door slammed open.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!!"

The dark young officer waved his arms, and his uniform figures carried huge fire mats behind him, rushed past the stunned passers-by and students at the school gate.

The boy turned around and saw that a teaching building in the distance was surrounded by water. He lifted his hat, his black hair exploded in the air, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the roof.

Someone wants to jump off the building!

...

"Ma Feichen! Come down quickly!" The panicked female voice shouted in the megaphone, "I can tell the teachers that I can't overcome it! There are so many of your classmates and friends returning to school today. Look at them. Director, please come down quickly!"

The voice was filled with crying voice, and it was soon changed to a slightly calmer male voice, "Feichen, I am Teacher Ma."

The man turned the loudspeaker upwards, "You must know me. I am the head teacher of Class 4 next door. Every time I pass by the back door of your class after class, I can still see you sitting in a seat and writing a paper."

"Your Class 3 is the second class in science, and every child has the ability to go to a prestigious school. This time there was a problem with his mentality in the exam and his grades were not ideal. He would definitely do it again." The man said in a gentle tone, "The teacher is with you, and we will definitely be able to make steel by June next year."

The sixth floor of this building is plus a rooftop, which is not high, but it is definitely enough to kill someone.

The roaring sound of the boy on the rooftop was clearly transmitted.

"It's a big deal! I've worked hard for a year! I've been taking the midterm exam in class! One, two, three, and three! Provincial Federation of Nations! Self-recruitment! They're all gone! The top university students are the only ones trapped in this grave!"

The boy's crying sound seemed to be led far away by the wind, "I forgot to eat and sleep for a year, and I learned to inhale oxygen every night before the college entrance examination. Who would have thought that the exam room was so nervous that it was not as good as the first time I was in the third year of high school to get a class."

The bottom of the building was silent and silenced. Firefighters inflated the mats silently and orderly. Leaders at all levels of British and Chinese were in a hurry. Only those students - the new senior high school third who made up for classes during the summer vacation, the prospective college students who had just returned to school to get the notice, looked up at the top with their necks, all faces, confused, panic, and sympathy, and all expressions were available.

The boy stepped on the edge of the rooftop and looked crazy. "The class group watched the school banquet every day, and my parents called it out for me! I was embarrassed to open my mouth when I asked when I went out. I have never lost such an adult in my life!"

The police and the school were in chaos again.

"Where is his parents?"

"The two are not in the city today, and now they are trying hard to get back, so they can't catch up!"

The boy suddenly bent down, swung a big schoolbag and smashed it down. The crowd exclaimed, and the bulging schoolbag had no zipper, and a scattered girl came in the air.

The snow-white papers swept across the sky, dancing in the fiery sunshine, full of absurdity.

The boy bent down and had another schoolbag. I don’t know how many bags of books he moved to the rooftop. After throwing a few more, he turned into a cloth bag and a plastic bag...

There were dozens of people below, but no one said anything. Everyone looked up at the papers that were smashed down on their heads, white, Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry... The ink shook into a black hole in the sun, as if it were paper money in the sky.

The second class of science in the provincial key middle school.

How many test papers do you have to do in your third year of high school?

Looking up at this snow-white sky, God knows.

After throwing the last pack, the boy shouted: "These! Let my parents burn it for me! My son is embarrassing to them, and he doesn't deserve to pay for paper!"

Someone among the onlookers took the lead and cried out, but the crowd suddenly became chaotic, as if an emotion was lit.

The male teacher's lips were trembling and his eyes were dark red. "I'm afraid I can't tell him, you, your mat..."

The police said, "The life-saving height is 10 meters, the third and fourth floors are OK, but it is hard to say no matter how high it is. Keep talking to him, and let someone go up."

Director Hu was tearfully dressed up, "Your people rushed in and he jumped down the moment he rushed in."

"Only try." The policeman said, waved his hand and several people rushed into the teaching building quickly.

"Whose student is he?" the policeman asked again.

The male teacher shook his head slowly and choked and said, "All students are the same. The provincial top scholars and the top students are all the same as our senior high school children."

A burst of electric current suddenly rang out from the intercom, and the people who went up were pressing down on the sound of the sound: "Captain Wang, there is a boy at the door of the rooftop. Let's not move through a staircase."

"There is another one?" Director Hu almost passed by, "Who else? Are you queuing up to jump off the building? Ah?!"

"I don't know, he is opening a suitcase, and he can't see clearly what he wants. He looks like a strange sweeping robot."

Suddenly, two metal buckles and slits came from the rooftop, followed by a crisp start-up sound.

"Oh~! Good morning, Dad! I'm Xiao Crab, today I play Peppa Pig, Hum~"

A pig's cry.

Ma Feichen, who was ready to fall freely, was shocked, but turned around and saw a sweeping robot holding two metal pliers high on the ground behind him.

But it is not the case when you look closely. The metal clamps are inlaid with precision and complexity, with tight joints and stretched as you move, and the cables that connect to the network can be vaguely seen.

Ma Feichen was suddenly stunned for a while, and a question mark slowly appeared on his face, seeing through life and death.

“…what?”

The sweeping robot did not make any more noise. The metal rubbed against the ground. It moved flexibly half a meter to the right, and raised its pliers to smash it on the ground at will. The cement bricks broke and splashed, and the descendants were flying in the air.

Before Ma Feichen could have time to frighten, the sweeping robot suddenly turned and aimed at him.

Ma Feichen widened his eyes: "You wait..."

The motor sounded, the power was fully turned on, and the speed was amazing. Ma Feichen ran away, the robot chased him closely behind, and the turn was more flexible than him. He played the running circle on the rooftop with one person and one machine.

The boy hiding in the dark at the door casually pushed the rocker while rushing the policeman below to lift his chin.

Ma Feichen escaped and passed by the door. I wondered if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear a sneer. Then the robot chasing him leisurely suddenly accelerated. Before the person could react, a clamp had already penetrated between his feet.

With a click, the two clamps closed and tightly clamped one of his ankles.

Cold and ice.

He threw himself forward inertia. Before screaming, several police officers rushed out of secretly and pressed him to the ground.

"Ao!!" Ma Feichen cried, "Don't press me! Don't press me! feet! feet!"

The police still pressed him tightly, leaving one of his feet hanging by cold metal pliers.

"Little crab, let go."

...

The boy sighed, "Task Command: Restore standby mode."

"Little crab, resume standby mode."

"This garbage voice command program made by Xu Mingbai." He frowned irritably and let the robot loosen his pliers, then walked out of the darkness, took off a component, and put it in his pocket.

Three policemen and Ma Feichen, who was being pressed under him, looked at him together.

"This voice system was a failed attempt." He pulled the corner of his mouth in disgust, "but the program is stupid and has nothing to do with mechanical design. Its mechanical design is first-class in China."

Four people: “…”

The boy stood still, his black eyes calmly swept over Ma Feichen, who was covered in dirt and sweat, and a firm metallic light flashed on his right ear.

"If you really want to die, you won't be scared by a little cute person and run away all over the ground. A truly despaired person can't do anything, and she will even scatter flowers and give speeches in a tall building?"

He put on the baseball cap again, "If you fail the college entrance examination, your parents scold you, if you don't have any education, do you want to die?"

"There are more parents who don't let their children worry about it."

As he said, he moved the "little cutie" who had broken the big stones back into the trolley box and carefully helped up the box.

Ma Feichen opened his mouth several times and finally asked the most essential question, "Who are you?"

The boy put his hand on the box armrest, his eyes swept casually, and he said softly, "Jane Zixing."

"I came to the UK and China to repeat the report."

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To be continued...