The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 A black windbreaker was draped over her body, with a few strands of hair messy.

 Jiang Chaan walked over and patted her shoulder gently.

"teacher."

Before the other party gets out of bed and gets angry, she first pushes out two candies as a sign of friendship: "Can I make a brief apology?"

“You are so good—” the teacher leaned back in his chair and laughed, his tone a little playful, “Tell me.”

 Jiang Chaan told the story exactly as it was, including what happened in the dormitory.

Ranbai raised his dark and sharp eyebrows: "Only one?"

I don’t know whether it’s surprise or regret in this tone. It has a bit of a nasal sound that I haven’t woken up from. I’m not sure.

Jiang Chaan’s tone was very sweet: “There will be more.”

Ranbai pinched her face, and her voice was a little hoarse: "I understand, I will handle the matter. Do you know what time you get off work here?"

"seven thirty."

　　Evening self-study begins at 7:30, and you are not allowed to go to the office after that. It is clearly stipulated.

Jiang Chaan walked out, went to the door, and closed the door for her. The curtains in the office were half drawn, and she sat there with a stack of regulations from the 13th Middle School in front of her.

 Like a suspended iron chain, tightly wrapped around the entire No. 13 Middle School.

She lowered her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

 Various and mysterious.

 Can't always remember the face.

 Is it the rule itself?

  It is also an identity in another sense.

"Isn't it interesting?" System 003 tilted its head and said to its host, "People from different time and space have intersected."

"Time is up."

 The office is empty.

 The curtains fluttered.

 There is only one page in the notebook in front of the desk with a black pen.

 Seven names are written in a sloppy handwriting.

 Stretched it out with a red pen.

  It's not like the color of the pen.

  More like bright red cinnabar.

 The evening self-study in No. 13 Middle School does not involve lectures. It is used to organize the day's courses and homework. If everything is in order, you can also go to the library to study by yourself.    There are very few people at this time.

 The walls of the library are lit with candles.

Jiang Chaan walked in, and his thin and frail figure fell into the rows of tall wooden bookshelves, overturning and getting lost at any time.

 Candlelight flickers.

 Jiang Chaan stopped in front of the candle and looked at it for a long time.

 Someone has just cut the candle.

Have you ever heard of strange stories in the library?

A girl went to read a book with her three good friends. As she walked, she found that she had gone to the bookshelf in which row and everyone else had disappeared. At this time, her good friend patted her from behind. shoulder and shouted her name.

The girl was startled and asked where you all went. Several good friends shook their books and said, let’s leave quickly.

 A few people were walking deeper and deeper into the library, going around and around, but couldn't find the door.

 The girl suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

 Because she remembered...

 Several of her friends seemed not to agree to come to the library with her.

 And the person behind you…

 “Hi, Jiang Cha’an.”

 A girl patted her shoulder: "Why don't you say anything? I've been looking for you for a long time."

“That’s right, have you found the book? Let’s go quickly.”

Jiang Chaan looked at the two familiar faces in front of him, Jiang Siqi and Rao Yining who had retired.

 She smiled slightly.

"good."

 Empty bookshelves, closed space.

 There is no end in sight.

 There is something Jiang Chaan is looking for.

 If you can kill God.

 If it were right here.

She just lacked a reason.

 Only this time, the reality is different from the story.

The library has no end. In the center is a square circular bookshelf that surrounds the ground. The ground is also a convex circle. After walking up three floors, the pattern on it looks like some kind of divination prayer.