Chapter 249: Don't believe me, rice sculpture, pull back to reality.

With all the fuss, the second class is basically impossible to go on.

The announcements are under control, but the volume of the kids has no limit, especially since they're having fun, and the screams are as loud as if a bomb had been dropped on a chicken factory.

The spirit of the English teacher on the stage, evidently sufficiently battered by the first lesson, taught in her usual tones to the sound of cocks crowing, with a face of self-loathing.

Compared to the Second High School, which is also on vacation in two days, the learning atmosphere in the First High School is much better.

Lou Ying, played by 089, is sitting in the middle of the third row of the class, the best seat in the class.

He lowered his head, using a fine needle to gently carve something on something, the movement and expression are idle, less than the usual concentration, and thus caused the math teacher's frequent attention.

Lou Ying is the star of hope for almost every teacher in the first high school, and every teacher secretly hopes to add color to his professional resume by taking this unattainable student in the future. The day before yesterday, he suddenly took a leave of absence because of his poor mental state, which had already caused a small storm in the teaching team, and today he came back to class easily, but he still looked so distracted, so the teacher saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, so she intentionally chose a function problem that was a little bit beyond the normal level of difficulty, and asked the students to come up to perform the calculations.

He tapped the board, "Lou Ying, come up here."

089 looked up a little puzzled, "Huh?"

Seeing his uncharacteristic lethargy, the math teacher was a little headstrong, and had to repeat his request, "Come up here and do a demonstration, and solve this problem for everyone."

089 Slowly, he came up to the podium and, after re-surfacing the questions that the teacher had just read over, he began to write the steps to the answer in an organized manner.

The chalk rubbed against the blackboard, sifting fine dust along the way.

After solving the beginning, he took the blackboard eraser again and erased as much as he could of what he had just written.

His previous answer ideas and steps were completely right, the teacher saw that Lou Ying was still the same Lou Ying, and had already put down his heart, seeing that he erased the written answer again, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey ......"

089 inclined his head, "I thought of an easier way."

It is possible to write at least five steps less in the derivation process than just now.

After completing the process of answering the questions, he returned to his seat under the envious gaze of his classmates and continued with his private work.

When he first entered the system, 089 was deployed by the main god, putting him in charge of drawing lots and forbidding him to participate in field work.

One of the most important reasons is that 089 cares too much about his own personal life and ideals, and never minds what others think of him or look at him, so the first impression he gives is that he is silly, as if he can be easily held and controlled, and is suitable to be placed in an important position that is convenient for the Lord God to get his hands dirty.

Not to mention the fact that the main god had made an error in judgment, even 089's parents had at one point dismissed him as an unintelligent child.

...... until the first time I got his report card.

When I was a child writing an essay, talking about future ideals, other children wrote that they wanted to be a policeman, wanted to be a scientist, while 089 wrote, my lifelong dream, is to be someone's father.

This article was read as a joke by the language teacher throughout the grade.

When I was a child, we joked with each other, always scrambling to become a father, and so on, I know the weight of the word "father", understand the proportion between people, naturally forget the absurdity of youth.

But 089 never forgets.

Ten years later, 089 Ji Feihong, became the only person in the class to realize his dream.

No one thought that a person who scored 700 points on the college entrance exam and nearly perfect in math and physics should enroll in the kindergarten teacher program, but Ji Feihong did.

He got his kindergarten teacher's license and returned to his family's orphanage.

He's a dad to all the kids here, and he can make sure they have a warm, cozy home again.

At the age of 24, Ji Feihong died in a car accident.

Since then, he has had a new home, in another place.

Actually, this time it was Chi Xiaochi who got it wrong.

This world, it wasn't the main god who sent 089 here, but he took the initiative to ask for his own help to come and take his place after hearing that 061 had come to a parallel world.

He had an important thing to do.

When the bell rang at the end of the second period, many of the students grabbed their desks and flopped down to catch up on their sleep while 089 stood up and entered the men's restroom stall.

After making sure to lock the door behind him, 089 closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had transferred himself to a room he had once known all too well.

Because of the minimal clutter, the room appeared quite empty and clean, except for the inlaid bookcases that surrounded the room on three sides, and the display of at least a thousand books from his private collection, which gave the place a slightly distinctive look.

089 stood in the room and glanced at his watch.

Because the teacher had dragged the class for two minutes, full stop, he now only had seven minutes of recess, and for quality reasons, he couldn't always occupy the restroom and interfere with other people's ability to address their normal physiological needs.

So he only had three minutes to accomplish what he wanted to do.

...... However, three minutes was enough for him.

Sure enough, within a few moments, familiar footsteps came from outside.

089 did not misremember.

At this point in time, while he was still alive, he would have just finished teaching his second class and let the bears out to play while he himself would have gone back to his room for the customary snacks to replenish his energy.

The next second, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.

Ji Feihong, the Ji of this world, stood in the doorway, face to face with 089 who topped Lou Ying's skin.

Ji Feihong withdrew a step to confirm that this was indeed his bedroom before opening his mouth and inquiring of the young student before him, "...... And you are?"

089 One-liner: "Do you want to go abroad?"

Ji Feihong: "Huh?"

089: "If you go abroad and find a man, you might save his life, will you go?"

Ji Feihong scratches his hair, "Is this some kind of neat game?"

089 repeated his question, "Will you go?"

Ji Feihong straightened his face slightly, "Seriously?"

089: "Yes, seriously."

Ji Feihong nodded without hesitation, "Then of course you must go."

089 handed over the sticky note he had prepared, "Everything relevant, I've written on it. He lives in Eastern Europe, in the Kiev region of Ukraine. There is a boulevard near the most famous church there, St. Andrew's, and his family lives at 66 in the Podil neighborhood at the end of the east boulevard. His mother is of Chinese descent, and his Chinese is good enough that he doesn't have to worry about communication barriers. His full name is Zhuang Zhangting, his English name is Ryan, Ryan Zhuang, and he is 27 years old. When you get there, all you have to do is inquire about him and you'll know where he is."

"...... He's a very good looking man." When mentioning that person's name, 089's voice unconsciously softened and lightened, "White hair, white eyelashes, just bad eyes, with congenital heart disease. You have to remind him that on September 8th of next year, he must be hospitalized, well observed, stay for three days, and don't leave during that time. It was in the early hours of September 11 that he died. Remember?"

Ji Feihong surveyed the note in his hand once more, "Remember. Then how do I convince him that I'm telling the truth?"

089: "That's your business."

Ji Feihong said crisply, "OK."

089: "Thanks."

"Is it convenient to tell me who you are?" Ji Feihong clutched the note in his palm, "A time traveler? Or a futurist?"

089 stopped explaining and grabbed the last bit of time to inform him of another most important matter, "And you, remember not to drive out around the end of August next year. Even if you must drive, watch out for fatigued drivers."

The three minutes he'd booked for himself quickly came to a head.

089 pushed open the bathroom door and had just returned to the classroom and sat down when three handoff signals from 061 within half a minute came from within the main God's space.

089 smiled.

The last time I'd seen 61 this impatient was before he was formatted and when he first figured out his feelings for Chi Xiaochi.

He pressed the handoff button.

In the next second, 089 changed back into his white shirt and black pants work attire and stood at the handover point in the main god's space.

Taking advantage of this bit of time in the handoff, the two quickly exchanged the messages they already had.

"Awarded?"

"Uh-huh. You've seen Ji Feihong from that world too?"

"Just got it done, everything that needed to be accounted for. Took three minutes."

"Three minutes?" Lou Ying was a little surprised, "You teleported in and out in front of him?"

"Uh huh."

"...... Aren't you afraid you'll scare him if you suddenly disappear?"

"It won't. Nothing scares me."

"Are you sure he's going to be there?"

"If it were me, I'd be there."

"So confident?"

"Sure."

089's tone was as confident as ever.

There were times when this overconfidence always made people want to punch him, but there were other times when it gave his whole being an indescribable charm.

089 said, "...... myself, I know it well."

Lou Ying gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"I'm about to leave." 089 said, "Brainflower has probably been trying to squeeze me hard lately, and has been giving me a lot of substitute missions. I still have more than 200 missions to go, and I don't know when I'll teleport. I didn't realize that before I left, I could still do something good for 23 and I in the other world, no loss."

Lou Ying raised his eyes and realized that it was almost time, the forced teleportation was about to open, and just when he was about to say some words of farewell, 089 took hold of his wrist.

He said softly, "I've also brought my daughter-in-law some meeting gifts, dad is poor and there's nothing to give, so the stuff will be put in the storage room for the two of you. You mustn't steal it."

Meanwhile, Chi Xiaochi's teachers over here have given up their resistance to the laughter of the kids next door, opting to let them study on their own.

And Chi Xiaochi found an extra item in his warehouse.

He had counted all the things in the warehouse, and it was natural for him to be awakened by the sudden appearance of an extra item.

Chi Xiaochi picked it up and realized it was a bag of Mimi's Shrimp Sticks with a note more prominent than itself, "For Dear Daughter-In-Law."

Chi Xiaochi tore up the note, took the shrimp strips out, and gently shook the bag.

There was a clattering miscellany of snacks from inside.

The table was studying mindlessly, his eyes glanced toward the ringing and lit up, "You actually have this good stuff? Here, confiscate it."

Chi Xiaochi said, "82."

Tablemate: "Those from the year of the founding of the country must also be confiscated."

Chi Xiaochi: "Open your hand and I'll give you a share."

Tablemate: "Look at how petty you are."

Chi Xiaochi : "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Table: "Dad."

Chi Xiaochi, in the middle of a joke with her tablemates, poked her hand into a bag of shrimp sticks and accidentally touched an unusual hard object in the far corner.

He grabbed a small handful of shrimp strips and distributed them to his tablemates, then distributed the rest to the seats in front and behind him, and, ultimately, left himself with an empty bag with only a handful of shrimp strips, a small disk, and a dozen grains of rice.

It's rice, or crystal clear raw rice.

The rice has exquisite word carvings, and I don't know when 089 secretly worked out such a set of craftsmanship.

Chi Xiaochi puts the rice sculpture on the textbook and looks down to study it.

"Previously, 61 was given to me before it was formatted."

"Back in the day, 61 put this stuff in snacks for me."

"I've been saving it for so long, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

"32-bit password, not your or his initials."

"All-spell, all-sound, Morse code, every existing way of solving cryptic puzzles I've ever tried."

"Don't waste your efforts."

"Not either of your two birthdays."

"Not your birthday morphing encryption. Any existing array encryption I've tried as well."

"Not your parents' birthdays."

"Not the file codes, school numbers and lucky numbers that appear in any of your lives."

"Not your movie title abbreviation."

"Not the point in time when you used to kiss someone in a movie."

"Not with any of the numbers I associate with 23."

"I did my best, it's your turn to crack."

"Watch and eat, I disinfected it."

Chi Xiaochi After reading it, he thought, 089 This is really trying his best.

Moreover, he probably thought that he was seriously close to leaving the main god's space before he would risk entrusting such a thing to him.

089 was even so afraid of the Lord God observing it that he did not dare to transmit it into himself in a datatable form.

It wasn't until I held something like this in the palm of my hand that Chi Xiaochi had a sinking sense of reality.

He'd always thought he was sober enough before, but never like this, when he'd been thrown headlong into cold water and left with nothing but bone-chilling coldness in his body.

...... He actually did immerse himself into the world.

There were little hamster clicks all around.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't have any familiar friends, there aren't any middle school or high school reunions, and there's only one Lucas around for so many years.

All this around him belongs to Chi Xiaochi, but not to Chi Xiaochi.

It was a bit of a terrible feeling, reminding him of the distant past, the con man who told him to wait until three in the morning.

......

During that time, Chi Xiaochi was not living very well.

He's got a sick private eye.

At first it was just a matter of receiving hundreds of roses and having letters stuffed with love and covered with lip marks sent to the company.

Later, a hundred-thousand-dollar car pulls up in front of Chi Xiaochi's house, with Chi Xiaochi's movies playing on the in-car TV and used condoms thrown all over the back and front seats.

Chi Xiaochi called the police, but they were slow to catch him.

The other guy was a very experienced man who knew how to cover his tracks and whereabouts, and the car he parked in front of Chi Xiaochi's house was stolen.

The severity of the incident gradually escalated.

One day, Chi Xiaochi ate a small, square piece of tissue paper in his takeout.

Upon turning it over, it held a thin blade stained with unknown blood.

Inside the toilet paper, written in blood in four large, dark red letters, "Look at me."

Lucas was so scared that he cursed and dragged Chi Xiaochi to have a body checkup and sent the blades to be tested, fearing that the other person had some kind of contagious disease.

The test results came back, it was human blood, well after the test, initially ruled out the possibility of the other side of the infectious disease, but in the current DNA library, but also can not find the corresponding blood type.

On the day the lab results came out, Private Eye sent a private message to Chi Xiaochi's Weibo account using a small number.

"Does my blood taste good."

"If you like it, I'll make blood tofu next time and give it to you."

As a result, the day after sending these two messages, the police notified that the private student had landed in the net, and had been beaten up so badly that he was being rescued in the ICU.

...... was so close to passing away on the spot.

Since the appearance of that private rice, Lucas accompanied Chi Xiaochi every day to sleep with him, accompanied him to fear so many days, received the news, can be considered to raise eyebrows, and repeatedly said that he would use his old man's relationship to sue the Wang Ba egg, let him go in to pick up half a lifetime of soap, but also open to Chi Xiaochi to buy ten pomelo, peeling bath.

As a result, Lucas had just left Chi Xiaochi's house when a private Twitter message came through: "Don't you worry, he won't come back."

That private message stopped for about half an hour, as if hesitating about something.

Chi Xiaochi watched as he typed and deleted and deleted and typed again, thinking the man was a bit funny.

Finally, the fruits of his half hour were sent, "Don't you be afraid."

Chi Xiaochi thought that this man was weird and that there must be more to it.

Sure enough, after that, he would say something to Chi Xiaochi every day.

Unlike his fans, he just kept saying "I'm typing now", which made Chi Xiaochi think that this was the first time in his life that he had ever been a brainwashed fan, and it was both funny and adolescent.

Then, Chi Xiaochi couldn't help himself and asked him one day before going to bed, "What are you typing?"

There was a quick reply, "Wanted to say good night."

Chi Xiaochi : "Ah, that said, good night."

The other side, probably afraid of the noise, stopped typing, which in turn made Chi Xiaochi a little bit of desire, checking his cell phone one by one.

I don't know why, but Chi Xiaochi always cared about him.

He even has a nickname for the other guy, "I'm typing".

During that time, he had just finished a movie, and for his safety, Lucas had not arranged a lot of announcements for him, so he had some spare time, which he simply spent on chatting with interested netizens.

The other guy seems to be busy too, but whenever Chi Xiaochi gets back to him, he replies in seconds.

The two didn't develop a deep relationship, just the occasional conversation.

The other party is a very measured person, gentle words, can be seen to treat Chi Xiaochi very cautious, not like a fan who is eagerly begging for confession, nor does he look like some kind of immodest wanderer, but rather like to make friends with the idol.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't hate him.

So their ping-ponging continued for two months.

Until that day, the other person sent a sapphire ring and said they intended to give it to their beloved.

The ring is first-rate in terms of design and color, and there's nothing wrong with it except that it's ridiculously expensive, and Chi Xiaochi would have to be a pain in the ass to buy it.

Honestly, Chi Xiaochi really likes this ring.

He said, "It's expensive."

The other guy said, "It's kinda affordable. Like?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Ask me if I like what I do."

The other guy said, "I'll buy it for you if you like it."

Having gone through the whole private life thing, Chi Xiaochi was more than twice as sensitive to such things, and after catching a whiff of something amiss, he decisively discontinued his conversation with him.

The other party was also quick to recognize that he had crossed the line and sent a hasty apology, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

"I saw this ring today and liked it so much I thought I'd send it to you."

"I shouldn't have said something like that."

Looking at his words, Chi Xiaochi was indescribably upset and picked up his cell phone, intending to pull the plug.

He doesn't have the capacity to develop any intimate relationship, and he shouldn't hold anyone back or give anyone that illusion.

He's been so out of it these past two months.

The other party seemed to have sensed something and hurriedly edited a message and sent it over.

Chi Xiaochi's eyes swept the four words, and his whole body was dumbfounded.

"...... I'm Lou Ying."

Chi Xiaochi blew up on the spot.

He instantly typed down a large curse word and was just about to send it when the next short message came from there, "When I was a kid, I told you that my mother left with my brother or sister in her womb. You piped up to the school and borrowed the dance team girls' clothes to wear to comfort me."

Chi Xiaochi is stupid.

All of his savvy evaporated out of thin air along with his brain in that moment as he typed dully, "...... How did you know?"

The other side said mildly, "I'm Lou Ying."

Chi Xiaochi said, "I don't believe it."

It was a phrase that was repeated over and over again by him countless times that night.

The man over there was good-naturedly talking piece by piece about things that only he and Lou knew.

At the end of the day, Chi Xiaochi, shedding tears, said, "I don't believe it."

The other party hesitated for a while, Fang Cai made up his mind, and issued an invitation in a gentlemanly manner, "Do you have time at 7:30 this Sunday evening. I'll wait for you at the western restaurant on the TV tower."

Chi Xiaochi took a long time to digest the news from Tuesday through Sunday.

The other man wouldn't say what he'd been doing all these years, saying it was a work secret that couldn't be revealed, but he said he'd come back to check on Xiaochi often over the years, and that he knew everything that had happened to him and how hard he'd worked.

These simple words were so sweet that Chi Xiaochi rolled over in bed with her cell phone.

As the day of the meeting drew nearer, Chi Xiaochi went from being skeptical to being as joyful as a child before a spring trip.

He booked a table three days in advance, pushed off all the announcements, and called Lucas early on a Sunday morning to ask him to advise him on what he should wear to the appointment today.

Lucas doesn't know why Chi Xiaochi is so happy, but he really enjoys seeing Chi Xiaochi like this: "My baby looks good in any way."

Chi Xiaochi, however, was not satisfied and changed his altered school uniform, changed his sweatshirt, changed his white shirt, and finally chose a slim-fit little suit, wanting to show Lou how good he was when he grew up.

At six o'clock on a Sunday evening he arrived at the restaurant to his reservation.

The colors of his suit and the tablecloth and cutlery, a perfect match.

The table was set with Chi Xiaochi's pre-ordered cattleya dotted with eustoma flowers, so fresh they were still dripping with dew, perfect.

But that wasn't enough to satisfy Chi Xiaochi.

He double-checked the position of his little bow tie, checked that the red wine on the table was properly awakened, and checked that the cups and bowls were properly set.

He had at first ordered napkins arranged in the shape of roses, but at seven-fifteen had called the waiter and replaced the roses with sailboats.

Seeing the minute hand sliding a little toward seven-thirty, Chi Xiaochi, his hands clenched and his student-like fists on his knees, sat upright and reverently waited for his hope to come.