The political science teacher is still talking about the content of tomorrow's class, our political teacher is a new teacher, tomorrow's class is the first test he has experienced, he is very unfortunate to catch up with the inspection of the Education Bureau, and the draw is our class. Tomorrow's class is about whether he can turn into a regular class, and for this reason he has been emphasizing tomorrow's class to us.

I almost closed my eyes, but the sudden roar of the political teacher startled me, and I quickly corrected my sitting posture and pretended to be listening.

The content of the textbook and PPT has been repeated countless times, and the questions in the class are also provided by me to the teacher, so even if I don't have today's exercise, I still know the answer, and politics should be easy to learn as long as you carefully remember the content in the textbook, maybe tomorrow you will not be able to remember the answer because of nervousness? No, I've always had a good mental quality, and I don't panic even if the camera is in front of my eyes.

This class was the last one, and I listened to it boredly, fantasizing about the scene after school. My place was next to the window, and it was very hot in the summer, and the window was usually open, and the chirping of birds mixed with the rustling of the wind through the grass, which was not very pleasant, but it was more pleasant than the mechanical sound that came out of the room over and over again.

No, no, no, how could I think that, that's not a reason to be distracted in class. I shook my hair and listened carefully to what the teacher was saying until the end of school.

If you listen carefully, the time becomes very fast, and the bell rings after the teacher finishes the class. The teacher repeatedly emphasized to us the content of tomorrow's lecture and left the classroom, and the students saw the teacher out of the classroom, and after the teacher was gone, the class was full of jubilation, which was completely opposite to the time of class. The anxious people hurriedly packed up their homework and rushed out of the classroom, and the boys also walked out of the classroom in a group of noisy groups, and after a while, there were only a few girls who dragged on and students who stayed to tutor in the empty classroom.

"Brother Pu is not leaving? It's been a long time since I've been ringing" a person "sneaked up" on me from behind, slapped me on the back with a palm, and I was so scared that my soul flew away.

This big grin kid is my friend Shiraishi, who thinks of all kinds of tricks to scare me every day. "Why are you still doing your homework here if you don't make up classes today? Is there only learning left in your world? Shiraishi gave me a disdainful middle finger, picked up my schoolbag and ran out, ignoring the exercise book on the table and running after Shiraishi.

"All the homework I wrote was in my bag! How do you ask me to deal with tomorrow! "When I caught up with Shiraishi, I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, isn't this for you to hurry up" Shiraishi raised his hand and pretended to surrender, and returned the bag to me. "By the way, I remembered something," Shiraishi smirked wickedly.

"What?" As I said the word, I suddenly remembered the workbook that had fallen on the table. I hurried back to the classroom to get the workbook, and when I saw the familiar figure at the school gate, my reason spontaneously ignited, and I ran as fast as I had ever been. "You bastard, get the hell out of here!"

One of us ran in front and the other chased behind, and we got home a lot faster. Looking back and thinking about it, Baishi is right to leave the school quickly, Baishating is a coastal city, and now it is the season of concentrated typhoon outbreaks, it has been raining in recent days, maybe it will rain today, Baishi and I have forgotten to bring umbrellas, if we catch up with the rainstorm we will be miserable, even if we will not be drenched, we can't go out, this street is in a depression, it is easy to accumulate water when it rains.

I was separated from Shiraishi at an intersection, his home was less than ten meters away, and I had to walk at least twenty meters. I looked up at the sky, and the clouds were so dense that the weight of the rain was about to hold up, and the increasing number of clouds gave the illusion that they were about to fall.

The wind swept and rolled up the debris on the ground to form a spiral and flew in place, the bean-sized raindrops fell, I tried to keep my body balance from being blown down by the wind, the rain became heavier and heavier, the raindrops became more and more dense, the dots gradually connected into a line, and a gust of white smoke blew over and poured me all over.

I was almost drenched, and that wasn't the worst of it, when a bolt of lightning split the clouds and swooped down, hitting a telephone pole and igniting a flame, but fortunately the fire didn't spread in the rain. I happened to witness the fire on a power pole, and although I wanted to call the fire alarm, I couldn't care so much about it.

The buildings in the distance were tightly surrounded by a thick fog, and the sky was bleakly white. The pedestrians on the street were running like crazy, and wherever there was shelter, they were crowded with people, and the cars on the road were driving much slower than usual, because if the road slides too fast in the rain, there is a risk of accidents.

However, car accidents are the same as when people meet people, no matter how cautious you drive, car accidents can happen. I finally ran to a bus stop, and the awning played a big role, and although there were a lot of people in it, there was enough space for a person whose clothes were all wet, and there was no problem of getting their clothes wet when they were crammed together. It seems that I was lucky, at least I found a place to shelter from the rain.

I don't think I witnessed the scene of the car accident, I have witnessed the scene of the fire, and I have enough to carry it. I frowned, and I couldn't help but worry about my mother, she shouldn't have gotten off work at this point, no problem.

Thinking about something in my head, I completely forgot that I was in the embarrassment of being drowned in the rain. I didn't hear the people who were sheltering from the rain chattering, and I automatically blocked out the scene in front of me during the fugue.

"Did you see it, the kid over there, it's so white and abnormal"

"Probably what's going on, vitiligo?"

"No," the man whispered in the other man's ear, "Let's get away from him," and my surroundings widened, and everyone but the two men stepped back and looked at me with strange eyes.

I pretended not to hear or see, and comforted myself that it would be better to do this, but I would not be crowded with those people. Habits are terrible, and subtly I am very indifferent to such a situation, and if others don't make such actions, I will think that they have a problem.

I have no right to blame others, after all, it is a fact that I am sick, I was born like this, the skin of my whole body, my eye hair, and my hair are white, and my mother said that it was my father, but I have never met him.

A crackling pile of things smashed against the awning, and they bounced off at a rapid speed and fell to the ground.

Hail? It's over, my heart is half cold, this is the end of going out and not looking at the yellow calendar.

I wasn't worried that the hail would hit me, because the hail was so strong that it was impossible to leave the awning even with an umbrella, and people who were sheltering from the rain would stay here, and if I waited here for a second longer, they would look at me like a monkey for a second.

When it rains, the air cools down, and the rain temporarily washes away the summer heat. I leaned against the pillar by the billboard alone, unconsciously shaking the clothes on my body, the air on my side was so hot that my breathing was so heavy that I was so depressed that I was about to lose consciousness, and I was dizzy in front of me, all of whom wore red smiley masks on their faces, and some of them even tied the straps behind the masks tighter.

Aren't they afraid that the mask will suffocate them? Or is it that they have long been accustomed to a life dominated by masks?

The rain mixed with the red paint and fell, and as it was close to the ground, the silky rain suddenly became a mess, solidified and formed into a round spherical object.

A red puck fell sharply and shattered in front of me.

The crowd began to riot again, this time not caused by me, a police car drove over, the ambulance followed, and the two cars stopped at the bus stop in front of them, and the position of the stop was shrunk inward to make it easier for the bus to stop, and it was at this gap that a bicycle and a motor vehicle collided.

I couldn't see it clearly, there seemed to be a lot of glass shards scattered around the scene, the glass of the car window had hit a large hole, the bicycle fell under the wheel of the motor vehicle, and the cyclist was dripping in a pool of blood and did not move.

I wanted to laugh when I saw such a tragic scene, glad that those people had diverted their attention because of this accident.

Damn, my head started hurting again, and in a trance I looked at my hand with a bloodied knife. Am I the perpetrator? Am I a victim? No, I'm nothing, I'm just a crowd of onlookers who don't care about me.

But once such an idea is formed, how many people will become invisible perpetrators? And how many people don't know who they are?

I waited under the awning for more than an hour, the rain finally became lighter, I hurriedly ran out, the rain delayed me for a long time, and I had to jump to avoid the puddle on the ground, just when I was about to reach my neighborhood, there was a rush of footsteps behind me, I was shocked, I didn't care about speeding up my pace, but the faster I ran, the faster the people behind me seemed to be chasing.

What to do? I can't panic, there must be a solution, my heart has long been gone, and the people behind me began to yell at me, and there was a sound of objects colliding where the person passed. I didn't dare to look back and confirm that the sound of the knock was caused by a hard object like a baseball bat.

Hurry up and run, it's okay to run to the community, there are five steps left, four steps, three steps, two steps, one step from the gate of the community.

It's here! I couldn't help but scream, quickly put the access card on the sensor panel, and the automatic door opened. It's okay now, this time is the peak time for getting off work, even if that person catches up, I can call for help.

"Hey, don't run away, you kid, it's you, you didn't call the police when you saw my car on fire, did you do it on purpose? Listen, don't quibble, I've watched the surveillance! ”

The man was destroying the shop all the way, and he smashed the plastic chairs, colored lights, exhaust fans, and even the cage where the dog was kept, and the dog's barking successfully attracted the attention of the shopkeeper, who beckoned the neighbors to come and catch the person chasing me. When I walked to the community, the man had been pressed to the ground by seven or eight people, and was about to escort him to the police station. Frightened, I let out a long breath and peeked at the person chasing me, who turned out to be a drunkard, and the bottle and baseball bat had fallen to the ground.

It's terrible, fortunately I didn't catch up, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Did you hear that? The drunkard yelled at the student, "The aunt at the grocery store pointed at me." "It's too unreasonable to say that because the student saw his car on fire but didn't call the police, it's raining all the time, and there are hailstones, who would think about calling the police in such an emergency, and even if they don't call the police, the rain will put out the fire."

"I think it's the same, since there is monitoring, why don't he go down and solve it, and his own affairs have to be handed over to others."

When the two of them were chatting, the waiter at the barbecue restaurant also came over to join in the fun, and interjected, "I think maybe the student did it on purpose, everyone has it."

"Maybe it's the porcelain guy who drinks, looking like a madman, who would chase people for three streets with a wine bottle and a baseball bat because of this?"

"That's it, everybody," the woman next to the grocery store aunt echoed, repeating what the waiter at the barbecue restaurant had said. I saw that the people who caught the drunkard didn't have the three people to talk to, forget it, some of them are really not complimentary, I'd better go.

It also hits what those people say, everyone has it.

I did encounter a lot of incredible things along the way, but these were nothing, I only explained to my mother that it was insignificant, as for witnessing two accidents and being chased by the car owner, I hid it, and my mother had some heart problems, so I still don't tell her to avoid her worrying too much.

The mother reproached a little and did not say anything more. I was just about to rejoice that I had managed to hide the past, but I didn't expect my mother to suddenly say something unbelievable to me.

"I hope you will come home after school next time, don't delay any longer, I don't know what dangerous things will happen"

"But it's going to be soon," she said to herself, a puzzling sentence, and she really didn't understand why her mother's behavior was so strange today.

On the surface, she was telling me not to grind at school, but after thinking about it, she seemed to know something, and she refused to tell me, was it because I was too sensitive? I hope I'm thinking too much.

I survived a long night of restlessness, and the next morning I was in a bad state of mind, and I left the house despite the intense feeling of dizziness coming from my head. When I walked to the bus stop, there happened to be a bus at the stop, I looked forward at the bus line, not the bus I was going to take, and stretched out a foot under the platform and retracted it, and in the process of retracting it, the foot scratched the puddle under the platform, and an idea flashed through my mind.

Yesterday was Thursday, my mother's work was on night shift except Thursday, she should have come home earlier than me, but when I went home, she didn't come back much, the shoes on the shoe rack were still stained with fresh mud, there were water stains at the door, the battery on the electric car was seriously insufficient, it was being charged, the mother's work unit was not very far from home, and the battery would not be seriously insufficient, so where did she go after work, what important thing was it for her to go out in the rain? She should have read the weather forecast and knew it was going to rain.

Or maybe there was an emergency adjustment at work? Don't speculate on other people's psychology casually.

I took another look at the bus that was about to arrive, and this time it was the bus I was going to take. The people on the car were very crowded as usual, all of them were people going to work and school, the people on the bus were still squeezing backwards, the place where I was standing was no longer enough to maintain balance, I looked around to see if there was a handle that could be grasped, and after an acrobatic operation, the hand grabbed the handle on the opposite side, the car braked sharply and caused the whole carriage to lean forward, I almost fell into someone else's arms, it was too embarrassing, the first thought was to say "I'm sorry", the person only replied to me "It's okay" He covered his face with his hat and said nothing.

What a weirdo, and he covered himself tightly in the summer. Wait, the clothes that person is wearing look so familiar, isn't it what Ban Jinyan next door is wearing in the color of his works? Few people know about the works he wrote? Could it be that the cosplay played by others coincidentally collided with the character costumes he designed?

That guy is almost addicted to science fiction works and models, and he usually likes to design clothes by himself, and he also likes cosplay, and I met him by chance at a comic convention, and I am also very similar to his personality, both of which belong to the type of people who are not good at words, and they are familiar with it after coming and going.

Looking at the appearance of that person, it seems to look like a character in his works...

Isn't it, bumping into ghosts? Paranormal events? And in broad daylight, in full view of everyone?

I thought it was an accident, but I didn't expect that there was more than one "accident", but it continued to appear one after another. In the morning, the school arranged a small exam, and I felt a little relieved after handing in the test papers in a hurry, as for the score of the exam, even if I carefully reviewed and reviewed the questions in the exam, I was still a little apprehensive. I stretched my waist and prepared to go to the front to get the information, and as I passed by the door, I inadvertently captured unusual details.

There were a few people who didn't wear a school uniform passed by the door of my class, and it was almost impossible for a student to be in this school unless they were students who had just transferred and had not yet been given a uniform.

However, they don't look like students who have just transferred to another school, it seems that they are very familiar with the structure of the school building, and they are familiar with their own classes and find where the bathrooms are.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Outside the door, a student in his regular uniform noticed that I had been looking at him and glared at me unpleasantly.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person," I quickly looked away and quickly returned to my seat.

This made-up reason is so lame that even I don't believe it. The man ignored me, scolded me and left. The way he walked around had to say that he really looked like the weirdo he met on the bus in the morning, and even the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same.

No way, what the hell is going on? How can a character from a suspected work appear in the real world? Still in the same school as me?

"Jingle bell—" A shrill bell interrupted my thoughts. Forget it, let's wait until after school to ask He Jinyan.