Early morning.

Ye Dill opened her eyes and didn't feel anything special in her body.

She didn't dream at night, and when she woke up, she didn't feel more energetic than usual, or her five senses got better, or there was any change in her body.

Sure enough, that bottle of Sprite was just an ordinary bottle of Sprite.

The only thing that's something special......

Dill turned her head to look at the Sprite bottle on the bedside table.

The Sprite, which was originally empty, was now full again, as if it had never been opened.

…… It really fills up automatically.

Ye Dill stretched her waist, got up and washed, put the Sprite bottle in her backpack, put the small pudding in the pocket of her down jacket, and left the house directly.

Yesterday, in order to celebrate Ye Shuai's birthday, the family of three did not come back all night.

Hurry away at this time, lest she run into them later, and she will have to stay and take care of them. When the time comes, they don't care if they're late for school.

In this morning's politics class, the teacher was notoriously strict, and if he was late, he would be deducted credits.

As a college student, Ye Dill will not be particularly full of classes every day, for example, today, there is only one political class.

It's just that this class happened to be in the first class in the morning, so she had to get up early and hurry.

When Ye Dill found the classroom, Lin Xiaoxiao happened to enter the classroom, and the two of them found an adjacent seat to sit down.

It didn't take long for the politics teacher to arrive.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a serious face, and at first glance he was a more strict type.

The political science teacher put down the courseware in his hand and took out a piece of chalk from the podium while turning on the multimedia equipment when the class bell rang.

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned over to Ye Dill and whispered with a smile: "Dill, let's go to the snack street to buy some snacks after class later!" ”

Ye Dill answered, and was about to speak, when suddenly a flower appeared in front of her.

When he came back to his senses, the classroom was filled with screams.

Ye Dill "chuckled" in her heart, and immediately looked up.

Desks and chairs are gone, the walls around the classroom are gone, and even the blackboard and lectern are gone.

But all the students in the classroom, the politics teacher, are still there.

Other than that, nothing.

In the distance, there is a blur of nothingness, as if it has been marked with a mosaic, and there is no end in sight.

Ye Dill: "......"

This familiar picture.

"What's going on?" Lin Xiaoxiao looked confused, "I just seemed to suddenly feel dazzled, and then ......"

She realized that something was wrong and opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Am I not in the classroom?" This...... Where the hell is this? ”

"You're still within the confines of the classroom." A cold voice rang out.

Then, the political teacher was startled and subconsciously threw something out of his hand.

The thing was thrown right at Ye Dill feet, and when she looked down, it was a white piece of chalk.

It was thrown so far that the chalk didn't break, it stood up on its own, and then slowly levitated in midair.

"Because the politics teacher picked me up, it triggered me," Chalk continued, ignoring the horrified expressions on the students' faces, "The whole classroom is in my sphere of influence, but I can't affect the 'classroom' building, so in this scene, you can't see the classroom." ”