Linjiang No. 2 Middle School, high school one (3) class classroom.

As the bell rang for the end of class, the classroom of the third class suddenly became noisy-

I heard that someone from No. 4 Middle School woke up again this morning and was escorted to Yanjing on the spot. The city ** directly sent a helicopter to pick up people from No. 4 Middle School!"

"I said no wonder, why is there a propeller sound outside Lao Fang's class. In other words, the fourth middle school is too strong, so far three people have awakened, two went to Yanjing, and one went to Huagang in order to get a scholarship of 100,000 yuan. ”

"Tsk, there isn't a single awakened person in our school right now. In the past, we have been pressing the fourth middle school and one head in the second middle school. Now that a new era has arrived, this time it's their turn to crush us. ”

"But it's fast, I heard that Tang Lie in the next class, the vitality has reached 0.95, and it is still 0.5 ...... away from awakening."

Qin Yingyang sat in his seat, looking confused, unable to believe everything in front of him. When I woke up, the world changed dramatically, what kind of genetic code and human boundaries were taught by the teacher in class, what kind of awakened person, cultivator was discussed by the students after class, and the TV broadcast a vision of a certain place, the waves rolled upside down, and the alien rose into the air......

Is this a new era of Reiki revival?

Just when he was sitting in his original position and doubting his life, a doorman at the door of the classroom poked his head into his head and shouted in the chaos of students: "Student number 32, Qin Yingyang is not in your class?"

Qin Yingyang's ears were very pointy, and he was sitting in the back row, pausing his thoughts on life and standing up: "Uncle, I am." ”

"There's an expedited package, write your name, hurry down and get it during recess. ”

"Sent to me?"

Qin Yingyang was a little surprised again, you must know that in his memory, his parents left when he was very young, and there were no relatives at home. It stands to reason that no one will send him a package.

I haven't bought anything on Taobao either. It can't be that the doorman called it wrong.

Qin Yingyang looked suspicious, and followed the other party to the guard room under the teaching building. The uncle took a square cardboard box in a pile of couriers, the size of the football, and handed it to Qin Yingyang: "No, sign a letter here, and you can take it." ”

The carton starts with a slight sink. The recipient on the express bill is indeed Qin Yingyang. There are only two words written on the sender's line -

Father.

"Is this excessive? Directly claiming to be his father?" Qin Yingyang signed with a wry smile.

Of course, the sender can't be his father, everyone in this world has parents, except Qin Yingyang. At a very young age, he passed by the amusement park and watched with envy as every child and parents in it enjoyed the affection of the family. At that time, Qin Yingyang hoped that one of the protagonists would be himself. From then he knew that he was special.

It's about some boring classmate playing a prank on himself. Qin Yingyang thought as he tore off the bandage.

A pile of foam in a cardboard box opened, revealing a pot made of ceramic.

The dark green smooth shell and pale blue iron hoop ring on the top and bottom of the pot are firmly bonded to the olive-shaped ceramic torso. What was uncomfortable was that the front of the pot was carved with a strange fat face, squinting and grinning. Two rows of white teeth were exposed, and I don't know what material they were made of, just like real teeth.

Qin Yingyang lowered his head and glanced at the entrance of the pot, which was dark and hollow. He aimed at the face again, tapped the back of his finger, and the green pot let out a dull response.

I don't know what this pot is used for, it's too big to be used as a teapot, and it's too small to hold kimchi.

"What is this?

"It's so ugly. How can I get it back to the classroom?"

Qin Yingyang reached into his pants pocket with his other hand, wanting to take out his mobile phone and shine a light inside, but before he could make too much movement, several coins were brought out and scattered on the ground.

"Alas, trouble. ”

Qin Yingyang had no choice but to put down this strange green pot first, bend down and collect the coins one by one. You must know that his living expenses over the years have been saved little by little by work-study, even if he loses a coin, it hurts.

What Qin Yingyang didn't notice was that one of the one-yuan coins happened to fall into the strange green pot spout, and he lay quietly in it.

"Damn, Lao Yin, what is this thing in your hand, how do you bring a spittoon to school?"

"The style of this pot, I know, is Beethoven's postmodernist stream of consciousness, born in the 19th century in the era of big industry......"

"Zhong Jian, you're a pig. Beethoven played music, and elementary school students knew it!"

In the distance, a few passing boys walked over, all classmates from the third class. The first boy was tall and burly, deliberately tied his school uniform coat around his waist, and tied his hair in small braids, looking wild and uninhibited.

"Old Yin". It is Qin Yingyang's title in this school.

There are only wrong names, no wrong titles. Qin Yingyang because of the word "eagle" in his name, when the school first started, others called him "Eagle", or "Lao Qin"; but after a long time, everyone found that this person had a bad stomach and a lot of ghost ideas, and after a long time, others simply called him "Lao Yin".

"I don't know. Someone may have sent it by mistake. Qin Yingyang put the green pot behind him, remained silent, and opened the topic, "Zhong Jian, why don't you guys hurry up to the cafeteria? ”

The tall boy came behind Qin Yingyang with an arrow, and a dog's paw was familiar on Qin Yingyang's shoulder:

"There's no rush. Today there are only noodles in the cafeteria, no xiaolongbao.

"Alas, yes. Lao Yin, let's go to the gymnasium to practice after school. You're so good, by the way, teach us a few hands.

"At this pace, we will only be able to awaken in the Year of the Monkey. I heard that there are also levels among the awakened, and many of their peers in other places have already cultivated to a very high level. ”

Qin Yingyang shook his shoulders and shook off the dog paws that Zhong Jian put up: "I have something to do after school, and I can't pull away." Thanks, next time. ”

What awakens not to awaken. Qin Yingyang only knew that after school, he would go to the nearby mass sales KTV to work until eleven o'clock, and if he was late once, the half-month bonus would be gone.

"Damn, no. How did you lose to Tang Lie last time, why did he kick you back to 0.5, and you forgot all the words you said in public?" Zhong Jian reacted very much to Qin Yingyang's lukewarm reaction, and his eyes glared at Qin Yingyang, "Old Yin, be ashamed and brave, you are a member of our third class, you can't let people look down on you!"

Qin Yingyang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Tang Lie, what happened to Tang Lie with me?" He couldn't understand what Zhong Jian was saying at all.

Zhong Jian opened his mouth, but before he could say anything. A boy behind him suddenly took a step forward, a little curious: "Lao Yin, what is the situation with your spittoon? Why is it full of coins? Like the treasure in Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves." ”

"Lao Yin's behavior is a bit abnormal. Bring an inexplicable jug to school, which is also full of money. What the hell did you come up with?"

In the gossip of several boys, Qin Yingyang lowered his head, and he unexpectedly found that the green kettle, which was originally empty, was now filled with coins of uniform style, all of which were one yuan, and they were almost unable to fit and overflowed the spout.

"It's ...... What's the situation?"

Qin Yingyang could hardly believe his eyes. He was sure that the first time he opened the pot was empty. In the blink of an eye, it was full of coins.

Qin Yingyang's heart was pounding, what secrets were hidden in the mysterious pot, he could take them home and study them slowly. It is imperative now that no one is aware that they are in possession of this secret. Including the boys present led by Zhong Jian.

The coins in the mysterious spout are obviously slowly increasing, and the coins that are piled up in the spout are in the shape of a small pyramid, and they are about to fall untenably. Seeing that Zhong Jian and a few boys were about to find out that they were tired, Qin Ying was in a hurry, raised his kick and kicked over the mysterious pot, and scolded in his mouth: "Fuck, Tang Lie's dog thing, Lao Tzu gets angry when he thinks of him." What happened that day...... Don't let him fall into the hands of Lao Tzu, otherwise sooner or later he will be good-looking. ”

The spout of the pot fell, and the coins piled up in it jingled and scattered in all directions, probably hundreds, and rolled to the ground like crazy silver ants, and it looked even spectacular.

Whew——Qin Yingyang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In this way, even if the coins at the bottom of the mysterious pot are still increasing one by one, at least you can't find anything strange without looking closely.

"I'll go. Old Yin, you have such a big temper. ”

It can be seen that Lao Yin is really angry. Tang Lie was really too much that day. Even if he is the first person in our school, he can't bully people like this. ”

Zhong Jian subconsciously bent down and picked up a few coins. By the way, he patted Qin Yingyang's shoulder: "Okay, don't be angry." Although everyone has to be angry about this, if it is useful to be angry, Lao Tzu would have beaten Tang Lie's kid hundreds of times. ”