"Book from Heaven" is very trustworthy, and no matter what, it must ensure that Zhen Shuai's Chinese is the first in the whole grade. Now that he has turned in a blank paper again in the retake, no one else will be able to answer a different paper from the last time.

After a short period of hysteria, all the colleagues in the Chinese teaching and research group of the third year of high school had to calm down and take a correct view of this seemingly complicated, but actually very simple strange problem, which could not be bypassed.

"Just judge", Director Xue tried his best to squeeze out the words that had been blocked in his mouth for a long time: "Zero points for the white roll, all other negative points, deduct more and deduct less, you can decide for yourself!"

"Is this a good thing?" someone cautiously raised an objection: "It seems that we have never deducted points in our language exams, right?"

"The premise is that they answer the Chinese test papers", Director Xue also lost his temper, and glared angrily at the colleagues who openly jumped out to sing the opposite tune: "Don't you still understand? These messy papers are just for being a foil, to the Zhen Shuai classmate who handed in the blank papers!"

"Foil, you mean, to make sure that the white roll is the first place?"

"What's the matter? Isn't what I said clear enough?" You are still a Chinese teacher!" Director Xue threw out a contemptuous look and continued to throw bricks and stones: "If everyone is really embarrassed, use the small program in the computer to randomly draw negative numbers and give points in turn." As long as the right to speak remains in our hands, they are still our students, and they have to recognize our verdict. ”

"However, those top students in our class were too arrogant to do it. The language is given a negative score, and the children's psychology is afraid that they can't afford it!"

"I'm afraid that they will have a psychological burden, so we don't have a psychological burden?" Director Xue was completely angry, "If you dare to bear all the consequences of this positive separation, I will let you sit with the director of this teaching and research department, how about it?"

No one spoke.

No one is stupid, these two exams obviously have traces of mysterious power intervention, and the student named Zhen Shuai is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Since people must lead the whole grade with zero points, why bother to bump into each other and break the bloodstream?

As a result, in the history of Longcheng No. 1 Middle School, there was a unique "battle for negative scores", which kicked off. All the Chinese teachers in the third grade of high school have taken out the imagination at the bottom of the box and set a self-justifying deduction standard for every negative score they scored.

Although the patch caused a certain negative impact, it did not affect the shopping interest of Zhen Shuai and the young couple, and at the insistence of Meng Feifei, the two no longer discussed such serious topics, and concentrated on rolling the road, playing until ten o'clock in the evening before returning to school. When parting, Meng Feifei even took the initiative and forgot to kiss Zhen Shuai, but with her tongue.

Zhen Shuai did not go back to the dormitory directly, but came to the empty playground and called Meng Fo in the agreed way.

"Brother Meng, can you use a relatively simple method to transfer one person's motor memory to another's?

"Stinky boy, I have a lot of troubles, and I haven't solved them, so I'm starting to learn from others to be Lei Feng? Tell me, whose daughter do you fall in love with?" After speaking, Meng Fo deliberately made a face: "Fei Fei is our family, if you abandon her from the beginning, I won't agree!"

"Don't tease me, if it's a pickled girl, I need to find you, an old bachelor!" Zhen Shuai fought back decisively.

"It's really not for pickling girls? Then I'd better go back." Sending the 'Meng Po Soup' that has been hated by people for tens of thousands of years, this thing of helping others, it is better to stay away from me, so as not to be criticized and say that I am out of the show!"

"Brother Meng, don't make trouble. I asked on behalf of my brother, can I do it, give a word, happy!"

"Yes, of course I can, who am you Brother Meng, that's an expert in memory processing!" Meng Fo smiled and touched his big belly, "If it's someone else, then I won't care." But if it's our brother, it's bound to be busy. Say, what kind of memories do you want to transplant?"

"The synchronized coordination of muscles, nerves and brains," Zhen said, "I want to transfer all the playing skills of the former World Champions to these two brothers, or at least, when they play, they can have that ability." ”

"What did you say?" Meng Fo stumbled and turned to leave: "This is not a simple memory access for you, it is too complicated for me to do it." ”

"Think of a way!" Today's Zhen Shuai can bend and stretch, but he can be rigid and soft, and the five words he uttered are so loud that people can't refuse at all.

Whoever commits iniquity, he will have to suffer for himself.

Meng Fo was out of luck, and pushed away Zhen Shuai's wrapped hand like an electric shock: "I remember, the underworld once developed a potion that can produce an effect similar to the "ghost upper body", although the time limit is not long, it lasts for five days at most, but if it is only used to deal with the competition in the yang world, it should be enough." ”

"Okay, okay", Zhen Shuai was overjoyed, shaking Meng Fo's head: "Go and take a picture for me to use, thank you Brother Meng, you are so good!"

"What's the hurry? That was all a long time ago, whether you can find it or not is another matter, don't be too happy. ”

"It's okay, it's good to have hope, it's a big deal to look for a few more days, you can always find it. ”

"You didn't come to me in a hurry just to ask about this, did you?"

"Of course not", Zhen Shuai's eyes rolled: "I just wanted you to help you investigate? My father, how did he die back then? Also, is he still in the underworld?"

"You ask this? Then you don't have to look it up. The cause of death of such a small person will not be recorded in the archives of the prefecture. And your father has been reincarnated. ”

"Ah, I've been reincarnated, where is it, can you tell me? I want to go and see it, even if it's just a glance", Zhen Shuai begged.

"I want to help you, but the problem is that I don't know", Meng Fo spread his hands, "He was reincarnated when you were making trouble in the underworld, borrowing the light of your big number, and the system automatically erased all the records at that time, so no one knows where he went." I've been checking this for you a long time ago. ”

"How could it be so coincidental?" Zhen Shuai remembered the hallucinogenic bones, could he find the answer through them?

"Is there anything else?" asked Meng Fo.

"It's gone", Zhen Shuai was still thinking about the bones, absent-minded.

In fact, about how his father died, Zhen Shuai can ask his mother Zhao Li directly. But he didn't want to arouse his mother's sadness again, and secondly, he was worried that it really had something to do with him, and he was afraid that his mother would deliberately hide it, so he thought about investigating it himself. It's just that I didn't expect that even Meng Fo didn't know it, it was better than a bone.

When it was time to be a child, during the routine, Zhen Shuai was still thinking about this problem, and he didn't notice at all that today's book of heaven was not quite the same as usual.

Jingle Bell!

With a series of crisp sounds, 11 ring-shaped mottled ancient coins, as if passing through, jumped out of the "Book of Heaven" and fell to the ground one after another, jumping non-stop, like a group of lively elves.

Immediately afterwards, a blue light flashed on the book of heaven, and two words appeared.

Collect money!