Chapter 537: The Desolate Star Fish

The two of them were dormant, so they didn't talk again until the end of the second class.

"You just transferred here, I'll take you to the gym." The junior high school has three playgrounds, but in fact there is no need for so many, unless the three grades have gym classes at the same time, of course, then there will not be enough space. The second grade B class of the junior high school has gym classes at the same time. The way this school arranges classes is really strange, as if to force these students with the same attributes together, and exclude those with different attributes, which has nothing to do with freedom.

"Okay." Lin Xuran really didn't know the venue for the physical education class. If he still refused at this moment, he would be in trouble.

"Should we go now, or wait until class starts?" The second get out of class has a little longer break, so it would be just right to extend it to physical education class.

"Now." She had finished listening to a history class carefully, and it was time for her to move around.

It took less than a minute to go down from the third floor to the first floor, but Lin Xuran walked a little slowly, so he had to look back from time to time, which was purely trivial to him.

The school is equipped with summer uniforms, short-sleeved shirts and shorts, as well as long pants. Lin Xuran is wearing long pants. As for the shape of the pants, I have already described it. The shorts are just half of the long pants, and the lengths are different. Lin Xuran is indeed very white, but this white does not exclude the vitality of life. The skin that originally looked close to frost in the classroom is now more like lead white. This deskmate is indeed very handsome.

The blue color of the school uniform was closer to indigo, while the color of her arms was better than lead white. Under the sunlight, it even had a slight shine, like silver mixed with snow white, without any impurities. When he observed this, they had already reached the downstairs. There were two trees on the road, and the sunlight was flowing under the sky. Occasionally, some small pieces of sunlight would fall on the shoulders of pedestrians, slightly burning and shiny. The two walked together, less than three steps apart. They might meet each other as classmates here, and they could slowly cross the river.

The playground is connected to the road on all four sides, and the shade of trees intersects. If you don't want to do too much activity, you can stand with your back against a tree for a whole class, because there are only two gatherings for physical education class, each less than five minutes. After the class is dismissed, you can take sports equipment such as table tennis, badminton, and basketball. Generally speaking, there will always be some extra, so no one wants to rush to grab them.

She stood there, watching people coming and going, thinking about the proof of existence. She saw Zhong Cheming playing badminton with his backer. Zhong Cheming's serve was not up to standard, sometimes close or far, but rarely entangled, sometimes even failed to serve, and just brushed it off in the next serve. She saw Tang Moluo walking around the playground, stopping and starting, without any purpose. She saw the classmate sitting in front of her lying on the green ground in the middle of the playground, without any purpose.

"If only these things happened, how can I prove it?" Even though this junior high school has many extraordinary things, these students are not extraordinary people. They can be seen today, they can be seen tomorrow, but one day they will not be seen. How can I prove it, today and tomorrow? She began to feel that these thoughts were meaningless. How else can I prove it? With the junior high school graduation certificate? Maybe. Graduation photos are also OK.

It was really nice to be under the shade of the tree. She felt a little sleepy again. The questions that she couldn't figure out were still troubling her. These troubling thoughts turned into thin threads of tiredness that entangled and soaked her. She closed her eyes, then slowly sat down, and fell asleep with her back against the tree. It wasn't that she had experienced any extreme sleepiness, but just because these few things could not be proved. If she could just sleep like this and never get up, even if she was sleeping here, she could rest peacefully. No one noticed that she had fallen asleep. Even if people occasionally looked here, they just thought that she was closing her eyes, thinking, and taking a break. About halfway through this class, Zhong Cheming also sat on the lawn to rest. Although he was sweating profusely, he felt very refreshed. He saw Lin Xuran under the tree, so he walked over and found that she had fallen asleep. This was really a terrifying thing, not just because she was sleeping in such a place, but if she could fall asleep here, then at other times and other places, whether it was dangerous or not, it would be very worrying. There is no obligation for classmates to save lives, but if there is such an opportunity, it might as well give it a try.

The problem has already occurred. The girl sleeping under the tree wakes up at an unknown time. It is feasible to turn the unknown into the known, but is there a better choice? The shade here does not last long. He thinks he can wait until the sun comes and leave together. Before that, he needs an umbrella, and he did get it. Of course, there will be a worse situation, that is, she can't wake up for a while and miss lunch.

After the physical education class, there was the political class, which was insignificant and harmless. Since it was an open-book exam with a defined scope, even if he didn't attend the class at all, he could still get a passing score. He was not idle while sitting under the tree, listening to music and reading novels. As for the looks of passers-by around him, it didn't matter. As a student in Group B, he could continue to degenerate with a clear conscience.

He was reading fantasy novels. Unlike the popular novels about killing monsters and leveling up, this novel actually described some stories, characters, things, demons, monsters, and floating creatures. Although there was no clear main plot, these stories were told brilliantly, and were narrated in the first person. How should I put it? If I said that I was immersed in the story, it would be a bit exaggerated, but it seemed that there was always a little sense of substitution.

It is still the same few words, because readers and authors belong to the same species, in the same time and space, this is the same world. It is good enough for these authors to tell a story well, and if they can also integrate some profound meaning to trigger people's associations, then it can be called a masterpiece.

The fourth class was over, but Lin Xuran didn't wake up. He thought if it was a monster, it might be the reincarnation of an animal that was prone to drowsiness. He just didn't know how many hours she slept a day, and what her family, friends and relatives thought of it. To be honest, it was very rude to make unwarranted associations with classmates' families. If they were told, then they would know. If they were not told, then they would not know. It was inappropriate to make unwarranted assumptions.

It was already ten minutes after school, and quite a few students had passed by here. This was not surprising, because the playground was close to the school gate. He saw that some of them looked at him in a very strange way, which made him laugh awkwardly. This feeling was really hard to describe, like suspicion, doubt, envy, but not like that. Was it like ridicule? Not likely. Was it gloating? A little bit. It was hard to describe, and hard to replace. There were also people he knew and who knew him, but at most they just stared at each other for a moment, and there was hardly anything else.

He began to feel hungry. In fact, he was already hungry after the third get out of class, but after persisting for one more class, the hunger was reduced. It might be that the body's anticipation for food at mealtime was increased. The hunger at this moment was completely real. "Classmate, classmate, aren't you hungry?" Of course, this was just his inner association, he didn't say it out loud, although she couldn't hear it after he said it.

Compared to the heat, hunger is a minor issue. There is something even more terrifying: my phone is running out of battery. Even under the shade of a tree, the brightness is high. After this class, my phone has less than half of its battery left. Unless I find a chance to charge it, it will be difficult to have fun in the afternoon. Did Mu Tudu bring a charging cable and a power bank? I don't know.

(End of this chapter)