First Player

   Chapter 84 Chapter 83 · "But I want to learn to draw."

  【Su Ming'an: ...Wait, I haven't written it yet. 】

  【Lu Shu: Okay, write it to me. 】

  …

   The barrage is already laughing crazy:

  【The copies of players in each country are different, Ani Edward and the others are rushing to kill in the fire, here our country really has a unique style of painting, the first player and the fourth player on the list jointly copied the homework, good job! 】

  【traditional arts, traditional arts】

  [The visual sense is full, and I feel sadly nostalgic for the days before the game started...]

  【Ming An is an old student, I want to see Ming An honestly being a student…】

  …

  Su Mingan finished the math paper, then started to write English, and then read Chinese... When he saw the physics problem, he was stunned, and when he went to pick up the next book, he saw chemistry again.

   He put down the pen.

  【Su Ming’an: I don’t know physics, chemistry and biology. You find someone to do it and send it to me. I have written it in English. 】

   "Ding dong" over there soon.

  【Lu Shu: I don't either. I asked my roommates, but they wouldn't show me. 】

  【Su Mingan: How did you ask? 】

  Lu Shu in the other bedroom turned around and glanced at several roommates who were paralyzed in the corner by the mantis, and replied:

  【Lu Shu: That’s right, just an ordinary question. 】

  【Su Ming’an: Can’t you ask the ordinary question? 】

  【Lu Shu: Hmm...】

  【Su Ming'an: Use a knife to force them to try. 】

  Lu Shu thought this was a good idea.

   Suddenly, Su Mingan, who was suffering from physical and chemical life, noticed the barrage.

  【This question, I know this question! This question is C! 】

   [The tenth question of chemistry is 3. This question is an old classic question. My high school teacher has said it at least five times! 】

  【Biological answer: BCABCABDCD, the correct rate is more than 80%! I am the representative of biology class! 】

  [I used to be a physics teacher, I will post the big questions slowly, I hope not to be overwhelmed by the barrage...]

  Su Mingan was in a good mood—for the first time he felt the role of the audience.

   With the help of the barrage, although he was a little dazzled, Su Mingan finally finished all the questions.

   He photographed the homework and sent it to Lu Shu, then threw the notebook to Zhang Jinfei and glanced at the time.

  【11:30pm】

  …Even with the danmaku cheating, the homework has been done for so long. If it is an ordinary student, I really don’t know how long it will take to stay up late.

  Su Mingan finished his homework and began to look at the original Su Jian's mobile phone. This mobile phone was just an old man's phone. When he was looking through the text messages, he saw the text messages sent by Su Jian's parents before:

   [Son, pay attention to listening to tapes when eating, and listening to English listening more when walking on the road. 】

  【Don't go to bed too early, do some workbooks after you finish your homework. Don't go crazy with your classmates after a break, and recite more books when you have time. If you drop one point in the college entrance examination, you are a person in the playground. 】

  【You can only do better in the test if you work harder than others, understand? Don't worry about anything else, the score is the lifeblood. 】

   He constantly flips through the text messages, and every word his parents say is inseparable from learning.

The parents gave Su Jian a full cram school. On weekends, they went from 8:00 in the morning to noon, and then from 1:00 in the afternoon to 10:00 in the evening. After school, they had to review until 2:00 in the morning, which caused Su Jian to get tired in class and listen to nothing. Do not go in. However, his parents felt that he was not working hard enough, so they enrolled him in more tutoring classes, which filled his rest time... Under the vicious circle, Su Jian's grades plummeted, so his parents sent him to this military school Close management of schools.

   It's not that the parents don't love Su Jian, on the contrary, they are extremely thoughtful. Sooner or later, with a cup of hot milk, the oranges will be peeled and sent on a plate. The daily meals are matched with meat and vegetables, and the nutrition is sufficient.

  —Ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing, and be a qualified learning machine.

   The expectation of his parents is to let him study hard, go to university, choose a stable and rich major, and find a job that guarantees income during drought and flood.

  This major can be finance, law, or teacher training—but it must not be the fine arts that Su Jian likes.

   because of "unstable".

   Their family is just an ordinary family without enough wealth to let their children chase their dreams. The child's development space can only be compressed to a minimum level.

  Su Mingan rummaged through the cabinet, only a few bits and pieces of coins, Su Jian had no money on him. His New Year's money was taken by his parents, saying, "Why does a child need so much money, let them save it, and return it to him when he grows up." As for stationery, parents have already bought it in advance. Snacks and accessories are useless for study, so there is no need to save money to buy them.

  Su Jian was in great pain. His grades were just passable, and it was difficult for him to do those big science questions with hard work, and it was difficult to improve his grades.

He was locked in this closed school all day long. He couldn't get out, he couldn't escape, he had to get up at five in the morning before dawn, and he had only five minutes to eat, like a prisoner. Being taken care of, the brain has completely turned into a mush.

   But every time his parents came to see him, they would only tell him—【Why can’t your grades keep going up? You have to keep an eye on it, time is running out! 】

  [—But I want to learn to draw, I don't want to learn physics and mathematics...] This is the last sentence left by Su Jian.

  “…”

   When Su Mingan saw this, the corners of his eyes were suddenly wet.

  —that was Su Jian crying, crying uncontrollably, crying bitterly for his confused youth.

   He wiped his eyes and found that this was the emotional residue of the original Su Jian, and it had nothing to do with him.

  Perhaps, among the thousands of students he saw, everyone could become "Jiang Lili" who took to the roof. It was only one step closer to the door, preventing them from taking that step.

  Everyone may be "Jiang Lili".

  —For Su Jian, the one who kept him alive was Shen Xue. This gentle girl at the same table gave his dark adolescence a little color, so that he was not buried in the boundless test questions. He filled his diary with her name, as if he could barely survive.

   He even drew a small portrait of her secretly. The black hair in the pencil sketch was clearly drawn, the girl's eyes were bright, the corners of her lips were raised, and the smile was reflected in the notebook, like an unreachable dream in the heart of the teenager.

  Su Jian's painting skills are very good, and he is indeed a genius. It is a pity that this closed school does not follow the path of being an art student, and his family has no money for him to study art. He only expects him to study finance and law in the future, so that he can earn money for his second child.

  —This talent, which has nothing to do with learning, is the most useless thing in this era.

  Su Mingan turned off his phone, and suddenly saw that Xueba Wang Ran came to him.

   "That... the first player." Wang Ran was indeed a player, and his voice was very low: "Homework, can you show me..."

  Wang Ran said here, suddenly thought of something, and cold sweat covered his back.

   He thought of the standard Ming An behavior that had been discussed for a long time, in the first apocalyptic world, "to get the antidote by piercing the palm of your hand", he couldn't help but shrink his neck back a little.

  Su Mingan has always found that these players are afraid of him. As a spectator, he is so hippy and smiling, and as an adventurer, he is like a mouse meeting a cat.

   "Am I scary?" he whispered.

   Seeing Wang Ran hurriedly waving his hand, he sighed slightly: "When Zhang Jinfei finishes copying, you can take it."

   He said, ignoring Wang Ran's eyes like the rest of his life, and turned off the eye protection lamp.

   He is not going to sleep tonight.

   Night is a good time to act, both for yourself and for your enemies.

   After copying, Zhang Jinfei went to bed and fell asleep. Li Xin, who had been silent, also climbed into bed. Wang Ran looked at Su Mingan who was lying on the table playing with the panel, hesitated, and stayed below.

   "Ding dong!"

  【Lu Shu: I have finished copying, thank you. 】

   "Ding dong!"

  【Lu Shu: What are your thoughts tonight? 】

  【Su Mingan: I placed the clone on the roof, I will let him move at night, and I will not fall asleep. 】

  【Lu Shu: Do you need my help? 】

  【Su Mingan: Whatever you want. 】

  【Lu Shu: Good. 】

  …

  The deep night completely shrouded the window, making it seem airtight.

  The hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, all the lights dimmed for a moment, and the whole school was in a deep shadow.

  The school radio sounded with a "ding bell ding bell":

   "It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, lights out time - please go to bed in the dormitory, don't go out. Violators will be dealt with according to school rules."

  Su Ming'an looked through the vision of his clone, and the rooftop was also covered in darkness like a dark cloud.

   He ordered the clone to go down from the rooftop, and the clone walked all the way down the stairs, clearly feeling that something was wrong.

  The walls that were clean and tidy are now cracked, like a dangerous building that has been abandoned for a long time. Cobwebs crawled on the corners of the walls, and the ground was covered with an uneven layer of dust.

The    clone was close to a dormitory door and stood there for at least twenty minutes, during which time he didn't hear any sound - including any flipping, grunting or even a little obvious breathing.

   He felt that someone was watching him, but there was no source of sight around him. The two ends of the corridor were silent, and there was no other sound at all.

   In the long corridor, he was the only one standing, and there was no place for other creatures.

   There was a cool breeze blowing into the neck from both sides.

The    avatar felt a little strange, he deliberately looked at the movement inside the door, he poked his head along the slightly opened crack of the door, and looked in—

  …He found the source of the sight.

   came from the crack of the door, and kept looking at him face to face, with a pair of eyes that also looked over.

   The glass beads are average, the luster is obvious, and they can completely reflect his eyes, a pair of eyes.

   Those eyes were slightly slanted, as if smiling at him.

  …

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   (end of this chapter)