Boundless Academy, in an office on the top floor, the room was piled with all kinds of suitcases, clothes and ties thrown in one place in the east and one in the west, and stacked with folders spread out everywhere, looking like a large garbage dump. This chaotic arrangement makes the originally spacious room look extremely crowded.

Behind the desk, which was also piled high with papers, an old man in a brown kaftan with a goatee leaned back in a swivel chair, his right leg resting on the railing under the desk, his left leg diagonally on the side of the chair, his tie tied crookedly, the upper end already soaked with saliva from the corner of his mouth. He held his forehead with one hand, and sometimes let out a slight snoring sound in his nose.

As he was sleeping, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a young female teacher with glasses walked in. Seeing the familiar dirty scene in the room, his brows furrowed subconsciously, and when he noticed the old man behind the table, this dissatisfaction expanded exponentially. Shaking his head, he strode forward and slammed the papers he had brought on the table.

"Dean, why did you sleep here during the day?"

That old man was the dean of Boundless Academy. He has always been more casual and never takes care of his room, and if no one reminds him, a shirt can even be worn for months. Perhaps it is precisely because of such a dean that the boundless style of study has become quite loose, with students generally having low grades and frequent brawls.

At this time, the dean seemed to have just woken up from a dream, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked at the female assistant in front of him with difficulty, "Hmm? Am I asleep? What was I doing just now?"

The female assistant was already impatient with him, and complained: "Dean, you are really, didn't you just say that you want to help Tutor Xiao Jing, who has interned in our college, issue a certificate and let him go to Tiansheng for an interview?"

"Oh, Xiao Jing, yes, Xiao Jing ......" the dean whispered a few times in his mouth, "By the way, when did this Xiao Jing Tutor start working in our academy?"

Since he wants to issue a certificate, he still needs to retrieve the file of his work at the academy first. The dean habitually opened the digital memory device on the table and crackled on the keyboard.

Nowadays, with the improvement of the technical level, many colleges have entered the staff files into the storage device, and when you need to query, you can directly search for keywords in it. In this way, there is no need to rummage through the archives one by one, which greatly improves the work efficiency of the instructors.

Although the dean was confused all year round, he was still quite sympathetic to his staff. Since this young man had worked in his own academy and made contributions to the academy, and now he wanted to find another job, he was obliged to issue a recommendation certificate for him, so that he could successfully join Tiansheng.

However, after the query interface appeared, the dean's hand that was about to type the text suddenly paused in mid-air.

"Xiao Hu, do you remember what Tutor Xiao Jing's full name is?"

The female assistant secretly rolled her eyes. It is precisely because this dean is too "off the line" that as his assistant, he has almost helped with all the work that he should be responsible for, and he is so tired every day that he is tired to death. Now, he can't even remember the name of a single worker!

habitually searched in his mind, and was about to throw out a name to make him sober, but at this moment, the female assistant suddenly found that even she couldn't remember the name of that colleague......

It was clearly in his mind, but the memories related to him seemed to be being quickly erased, like a lost dream.

"It's strange to say, I can't even remember what his face looks like now......"

The dean and the female assistant glanced at each other, and then the two sighed in unison.

"Yes, did our academy really have a Mentor Xiao Jing?"

……

In a classroom downstairs, a girl with pigtails is hunched on a desk, holding a few colored pens, carefully coloring the drawings in her hands.

"Huahua, what are you doing?" a boy leaned over and looked left and right curiously.

"Mentor Xiao Jing is leaving, I want to draw a greeting card and give it to him as a souvenir!" the girl looked up, her eyes shining with longing.

"Mentor Xiaojing......" The boy grabbed the hair on his forehead, "Who is it?"

"Tutor Xiaojing is ......" The girl habitually wanted to answer, but she was stuck without warning.

Oh, yes...... Mentor Xiaojing, why do you feel that he is very kind and strange?

In my memory, because of my quiet and timidity, I was often bullied by some bad boys in the college. One day, because she offended another girl in the same class, she found a companion and took revenge after school and forced her into a corner. She shrunk and sobbed, but it increased the interest of the other party, and some people even took out the jade slip and prepared to shoot the whole process.

At that time, she thought that she would be beaten again, and at that time, the person who suddenly appeared in front of her like a god to help her...... The temperature of his hands, as if they were still on his shoulders, and the light in his eyes, the clearest gaze she had ever seen......

Obviously such a kind person, but why, she can't remember him at all?

Looking at the picture in front of me again, it was already a painting that was about to be completed. He smiled brightly, held a bouquet of flowers, and was about to hand it to the man next to him. The man had a full silhouette, a clean white shirt, and only one face remained, and it was completely finished.

However, now his face is still blank.

She couldn't remember...... The colored pen in the girl's hand fell at some point, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember the face of the tutor......

……

On the playground after school.

"Are you going to the arcade today?" a few boys who had just walked out of the classroom were already planning after-school entertainment.

"No, I want to go home early. One of the boys quickly said, "Otherwise, the tutor will be angry." ”

"What's wrong with you?" exclaimed the boy who had spoken earlier, "Why are you suddenly afraid of the mentor?"

Students like them are originally a thorn in the side of the tutor, especially in the school spirit of Wuya, which is a loose school spirit, they mix up a lot, and they don't take the tutor seriously, and some people even scolded the tutor in public.

The boy named "Hammer", who is also a top prickly figure in a group of people, suddenly heard him say this kind of "standard good student" line, everyone laughed, just as he was joking with everyone on purpose.

Hammer had a palpitation on his face: "You forgot, ...... last time" He said this, his voice was inexplicable, and a trace of distress swelled in his eyes.

"I can't remember it, but there was indeed a mentor who ...... us."

With that, he raised his hand and pounded the back of his head vigorously. It's obviously a terrible thing, why can't he even remember it?

When everyone saw his bitter face, they even decided that he was just playing a prank. was about to tease a few words, but unconsciously, the faces of this group of boys gradually became strange.

"Hell, when you say that, I also seem to think that if I don't come home on time after school, something terrible will happen......"

I don't know where this inexplicable fear comes from, but it's so deep-rooted. It's like a person who has lost his memory and sees a flood beast, and he instinctively feels fear. And if it is an illusion, it is not always possible for so many people to have an illusion at the same time.

This unknown horror made several people more and more jealous. Finally, they reached a consensus that they would not go out to play today, and would go back early.

When they were about to walk to the school gate, they saw a boy standing not far away. He wears a flat college uniform, black-rimmed glasses that take up half of his face, and his hair is neatly combed, just like the usual "nerd" outfit.

Such people, although they have good grades, have poor motor cells and are usually very timid, are the best targets for blackmail. In the past, they were happiest when they bumped into such students in the academy, which meant that they could make a small fortune again.

However, today, looking at the fat sheep in their eyes in the past, they feel an inexplicable panic. No one moved, and a group of people just stood there stiffly.

The feeling is the same as before. It seems that once he is moved, something terrible will happen...... Although, even they couldn't tell what it was.

The nerdy boy looked at them as well. These bullies in the academy, he usually hides and walks, but today, he surprisingly didn't move. It's like, they don't have anything to be afraid of—

In this way, the two sides were at peace with each other and passed by.

"Did you forget something?" After the group had left, the nerd turned his face to the sky and looked at the clouds red with the glow of the sun.

"I always feel like something is missing from my memory......"

He tried to think about it for a long time, but in the end he still found nothing.

"Forget it, maybe it's because I've been studying too hard during this time, and it's time to make up for my body. ”

The nerd thought so, and quickly accepted the reason. Tightening the schoolbag on his back, he quickened his pace, preparing to go home as soon as possible to drink a bowl of tonics.

……

When the campus was completely silent, several figures in different clothes quietly appeared under the old teaching building.

There is an aura of darkness in them, as if they will completely blend into the shadows in the corner at any time.

"Is that all it take?" The only man among them, handsome and richly robed, gently lifted his long water-blue hair that hung down on his shoulders, and a touch of enchantment flowed between his fingers.

"Lord, has your hand been stretching out longer and longer lately?

The others were all dressed in black, wearing hats with black veils hanging down their foreheads. Hearing his question, one of them turned his head, glanced at him indifferently, and did not answer.

Absolutely beautiful man, Duanmu Zhi spoke again, still in that leisurely tone, but there was a hidden temptation in his words.

"What the hell is he thinking? Always looking for some strange people, the girl last time, the alchemist, the old man, and this poor student this time, what's the use of asking these people?"

The man in black finally raised his gaze, and his voice was empty: "The Lord's affairs are not something you should ask about. These people are all pawns, put them in the right place, and sooner or later they will come into play. ”

"Prince Duanmu, you only need to do your duty at the moment and help these people live well in their positions, and the rest, when the time comes, you will naturally know. ”

Duanmuzhi sighed and spread his hands lazily: "Okay, okay, I hope there won't be any more accidents like the last training class." ”

Hearing him mention the "training class", several people in black showed an inexplicable coldness, as if they were quite reluctant to touch it.

Duanmu Zhi didn't seem to be aware of the change in the atmosphere, and still said lazily: "I'll help you do things, will you remember your promise......?"

This time, a man in black interrupted him directly: "If you keep your promise, we will also keep your promise." ”

Duanmu Zhi smiled faintly and played with the broken hair in his hand. As he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth pulled into a more meaningful smile again.

***

A few days passed quietly between the two colleges.

Regarding the origin of the trainee instructor and the conspiracy behind him, these things are unknown to the current Yi Xin.

To be precise, she doesn't have time to worry about anything outside of her body now!

In the past few days of the substitute exam, due to Rong Huang's dissatisfaction—although Yi Xin didn't know why he was dissatisfied—he added a lot of exercise books to himself in one go. Yi Xin not only writes in the dormitory, between classes and during lunch breaks, but now even in class, she has to make time to struggle with these assignments!

If he can't give him the homework within the specified time, he may take the recording and report him, and he can't delay any longer!

Fortunately, in order to take the exam, she had already completed all the courses of the higher education department by herself, even if she did not listen to a few more classes, it would not have any impact on her studies.

She wrote all the way from class to class, until lunch break, everyone else went to eat, and then returned to the classroom, and she always sat in her seat, concentrating on writing.

The classroom at noon is often very noisy, but Yi Xin is used to studying in such an environment, and his right hand does not pause for a moment, smoothly performing on the scratch paper.

At some point, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. This is usually the case when the tutor enters the classroom. But after a long time, the voice that should have belonged to the teacher never sounded.

Moreover, the atmosphere is really strange now. The crowd seemed to be a little more nervous than when they met the teacher. At the same time, although Yi Xin was burying her head in calculations, she inexplicably felt that all her eyes were focused on herself, full of disbelief.

"Looks like you're really interested in learning. ”

A faint voice sounded in front of her.

That powerful sense of oppression was very familiar to her.

Yi Xin raised her head in surprise, and what she saw was Rong Xiao sitting in the seat in front of her casually, supporting the back of the chair with one hand, and looking at her with a cold smile on her face.

(End of chapter)