[Chapter 1113 Remembering the Old Shadows]
Today’s breakfast time is much shorter than usual. The reason is very simple. Luo Chuan is a little curious about the latest nightmare space provided by this system.
He believed that there should be nothing to fear in his heart, so he looked forward to what he would encounter in the nightmare space.
In the pure white initial space, Luo Chuan’s figure appeared out of thin air. He first looked at the position selected by the application in front. The original three images had become four, and what was left was a group of silver-white liquid that was constantly changing shapes. There is no trace of the name “Nightmare Space” at all.
“Are you entering a nightmare space?”
Luo
Chuan walked to the front of the liquid holographic image and reached out to touch it. An information prompt box popped up in front of him, with two options of “yes” and “no” on it.
He chose “yes”.
The surrounding scenes changed accordingly. The pure white initial space was instantly suppressed by thick ink-like darkness. Now Luo Chuan was standing in the dark void, observing himself without being affected.
“System, how do I use this?” Luo Chuan asked aloud.
“You can make corresponding selections below the field of view, and the nightmare space will be opened later.” The system answered.
According to the system reminder, Luo Chuan saw the inconspicuous little icon, clicked it in the air, and a translucent light blue light screen appeared.
The information on the light screen is clear at a glance, mainly allowing you to choose the degree of nightmare manifestation. Luo Chuan thought for a while and raised all the options to the highest level.
Then selected Start.
“Attention, students. I think many people have not done this last big question. It is a bit difficult. Let’s focus on this question. It mainly examines the calculation of the number of peptide bonds and the judgment of often recessive genes. First of all, let’s determine whether it is a recessive gene or a dominant gene…”
On the podium, a young female biology teacher was holding a paper and patiently explaining the final topic. The chalk in her hand was like galloping on the battlefield. The war horse left a lot of writing on the blackboard.
Teenagers and girls in white and blue school uniforms sat there with childish expressions on their faces. Most of them were listening attentively. Some students were lying on the table, and their undulating bodies indicated that they were discussing with Duke Zhou.
The back row was relatively relaxed. Some people were reading pirated online novels that cost ten yuan each. There were also many story clubs and Zhiyinmanke. Occasionally, there were deliberately lowered conversations.
The management of the biology class teacher is relatively loose, and he can change positions at will, so the students gathered in the back row are basically poor students. Of course, you can also see the presence of masters, and they are not affected by the surrounding environment at all.
There is a small sign hanging next to the blackboard. The words “48 days until the college entrance examination” are quite eye-catching. Every graduating class of high school has this thing. According to the age director, “This thing allows you to clearly see the distance.” How long does this cage-like building have?”
It can’t be said that it has no effect at all. Watching the red numbers gradually decrease, even those scumbag students who have given up long ago will occasionally feel inexplicable feelings in their hearts.
Luo Chuan sat against the wall, holding his chin.
If he read it correctly, this should be the classroom where he studied in his senior year of high school.
What a distant memory.
“Luochuan, your expression is so strange.” The girl at the same table poked Luochuan’s arm with a pen, lowered her voice, but stared at the blackboard, occasionally nodding in thought.
After several years of college life, Luochuan had almost forgotten his high school life. Seeing the scene he was in now, his vague memories gradually overlapped with reality.
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Xiao, the name of my deskmate, the monitor of the class, has very good grades.
Luochuan heard that she had done well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to a university in the imperial capital.
However, after the college entrance examination, everyone went their separate ways. Apart from occasionally saying a few words in the class group chat, they basically never met again.
“I thought of something.” Luo Chuan also lowered his voice and replied.
The young biology teacher on the podium cast his gaze after hearing the voice. Luo Chuan immediately sat up straight and looked like he was listening carefully.
Without worrying about why such a scene occurred, Luo Chuan now just regarded himself as an ordinary senior high school student to truly experience the life in his memory.
After listening to the class for a while, Luochuan felt a little bored, so he simply rummaged through the desk and found a magazine. He put it on his lap and opened it with interest… The
young female biology teacher also finished her lecture at this time. Question, I opened an opaque thermos cup and took a sip of the contents. According to common sense, it should be a drink such as milk tea.
There was still some time before the end of the class, so I simply chatted with the students: “Biology class is the last class on Friday. I know that many students are thinking about taking a vacation, so they have no intention to listen to the lecture, but the college entrance examination is about to take place, so if you persist You will be liberated in less than two months, and you will not be able to play as long as you want. Life in college is very easy, with only one or two classes every day.” After hearing this, Luo Chuan
I couldn’t help but put away the magazine, looked at the hopeful classmates around me, and shook my head secretly.
This saying can be passed down year after year, and the contribution of these young teachers is indispensable.
Life in the senior year of high school is very stressful, and there is more or less the phenomenon of making up classes. Today happens to be a holiday that only occurs once every four weeks. It is normal for students to be a little excited.
The biology teacher also understood this and looked at these students who were about to reach a turning point in their lives with a smile. It seemed that he recalled the time when he was still in school, and the class had gradually become lively and noisy.
“Hey, Luo Chuan will go to the Internet cafe later.” Someone behind him patted Luo Chuan on the shoulder.
“I can’t use my ID card.” Luo Chuan looked behind him and saw a boy wearing glasses.
“I’ve borrowed it for you. Don’t run away. We’re in the dark.” The boy thrust an ID card into Luo Chuan and seemed to be ready.
“Okay.” Luo Chuan responded with a smile.
Most students are happily talking about what to do during the long-lost vacation, and some are writing furiously, writing down the papers handed out one by one by teachers from various subjects…
The sound of sweet music hangs from the wall. The loudspeaker above announced the arrival of the holiday. Students eagerly stood up from their seats and rushed to the door of the classroom with their backpacks in hand.
Time stopped, and everyone’s expressions froze. Luo Chuan stood up from his seat, bypassed the students in the corridor, and came outside the classroom.
It’s noon now, and there are no classes on a Friday afternoon like this.
The sun was warming up, and many students had already rushed out of the classroom, their silhouettes reflected brightly in the sunlight.
(End of this chapter)
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