At noon, I still went to eat outside the school with Tong Junwen, and no one wanted to go to the school cafeteria with only fans in this weather, which was simply torture.

Not only the cafeteria, the 21st century has passed a third, and only a few necessary rooms in the entire school have air conditioning, and all the teaching buildings, teachers' offices, restaurants, and indoor gymnasiums are all without air conditioning! The only air-conditioned facility available to students is the library, which is usually only open in the afternoon, leaving students with no choice but to fend for themselves.

Of course, most students will choose to go home for a lunch break, and only students like Yimo and Tong Junwen, who are a little far away from the school, will stay in school at noon.

Came to the tea restaurant where he usually had lunch, found a seat, Tong Junwen sat down and took out a book and read it quietly, Yimo was naturally the little guy in front of the saddle and behind the horse, went to the front desk to order the meal for the two, and then picked up two cold drinks and returned to the table.

One is looking at a book, the other is gesturing to his mobile phone, drinking cold drinks and waiting for the meal.

"Xiao Mo, what is Hou Xuan pestering you for?" Tong Junwen looked down at the book and suddenly asked.

Yimo smiled, "It's nothing, it's just the game of the Chosen One, what broke through 100 million online, it seems to be very powerful." ”

"The Chosen One......" Tong Junwen raised his head and thought for a while, "This company ...... It's amazing, their VRI technology is 50 years ahead of the existing technology, and I really want to see what their research team looks like. ”

This can be regarded as Tong Junwen's occupational disease, her knowledge reserve has far exceeded that of most of her peers, and only cutting-edge technology or research can attract her attention. Otherwise, she would not have been valued by a professor at Imperial Capital University who had his own independent laboratory in junior high school, and was ready to recommend her to enter the junior class at that age.

"Ah, it's VRI." Imo touched his nose, "The guy said he was going to give me one on the condition that I join his brigade. I don't play games. ”

"If you're interested, we can buy it after the UEC is over and try it out, and I also want to see what their so-called 'phantom limbs' are." It seems that Tong Junwen is really interested.

"But don't let go of this kind of thing before the UEC is over." Tong Junwen said again, and then continued to look down at the book.

Imer shrugged, "Of course I refused, I'm not interested in this, and I'm not going to play it." But if you want to try it, then I'll buy it then. ”

"Hmm." Tong Junwen replied softly.

There were a lot of people in the tea restaurant at noon, and seeing that the food had not been delivered, Yimo had to continue to look at his phone.

He was naturally looking to see if there were any supernatural events similar to himself on the Internet, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have made a post during class, he opened the forum and clicked in, and found that there were already a lot of posts under the post.

"LZ is not an RPG, I eat."

"Watching the upstairs eat. I think what LZ said is true, Izutaka has always been quite evil."

"Whether it's an RPG or not, LZ must have hallucinated to feel like he's seeing a ghost."

『……』

The response without nutrition and quarrels occupies the majority. Of course, there are serious replies, but most people are suggesting that he go to the temple or church and sincerely ask for a talisman, people who have seen ghosts are easy to get dirty, and it is better to bring an object to ward off evil than to run naked.

Although as a person who grew up in a materialist worldview, he doesn't believe that the consecrated Buddha statue or the consecrated cross can really have any effect, but he is still hairy by what these people say, and in the spirit of the mentality that talking is better than nothing, he will invite one to come back? Emer felt himself shaken a little, his materialistic foundations crumbling.

There are also some supernatural pictures in the post who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and some pictures are quite disgusting, of course, in Yimer's opinion, most of them are a little too much PS. Silently reported to the warrior who sent a bad mental map in a certain building, and a large number of users who showed the MUTED status have been reported in the post.

It doesn't seem to have much to gain, Imer thought to himself, otherwise...... Or go ask for an amulet?

Just as he was about to close the forum, a message prompt suddenly popped up, and Yimo clicked on it to see that it was not a post reply reminder, but a private message, and someone sent him a request for a separate conversation! There was a sudden glimmer of anticipation. Could it be that someone who is going through the same story is sending me a message? Thinking so, I couldn't wait to click on the private message link.

"Don't look, don't ask, forget what you see, don't think about yourself and your family, it's not necessarily a good thing to know more. Do it yourself!'

The private message does not display its ID like a normal private message, but a string of garbled characters, which is obviously not a normal forum ID. Imer's heart was pounding rapidly, and sure enough, someone knew the truth! They knew what that ghost was, and they must have known the whole thing! In the end, whether the foundation of materialism is re-established or collapsed is behind this private message! Yimo was a little excited, and hurriedly tapped it.

"Who are you, or you?" Imer nervously waited for a reply, constantly refreshing the page.

"Curiosity isn't a good habit, young man. I don't want you to die because of this.'"

"What do you mean?" Can you be clearer? I want the truth!' Imer finished typing and clicked send, but this time it failed.

#警告, user # not found

A message like this pops up on the page. Yimo was shocked, what is the situation? The two were still chatting just now, and when they turned their heads, they were prompted that there was no such user? Imer felt a chill spread from his tail vertebrae. The other party may not only have supernatural powers, but also supernatural powers, and if such an organization wants to destroy its own mouth...... Yimo was scared for a while, not for himself, but for Tong Junwen.

He quickly clicked on his post, clicked on edit, deleted all the descriptions of the process, and typed.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm just bored in class and want to make a joke, so I made up a story for everyone to enjoy. In order not to mislead netizens, I deleted the content, after all, this is still a materialistic world, and superstitious products such as ghosts do not exist in the first place. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's go!"

I clicked Send and was relieved to see that the content of the post had disappeared.

Sensing that something was wrong with Yimo's state, Tong Junwen raised his head suspiciously, "Xiao Mo? What's wrong? ”

"Huh? It's okay, what can happen. Yimer, who was still a little apprehensive in his heart, waved his hand, "I was a little startled when I saw someone's post about a supernatural event." He smiled pretending to be a little embarrassed.

Tong Junwen wrinkled his little nose, "Don't look at too much mess, scare yourself." ”

yes, scare yourself. Imer thought, and suddenly came back to his senses. Since the other party is here to warn and not someone to come to the door directly, it means that the other party at least does not have much malice, otherwise why waste time chatting with yourself?

Yimo didn't dare to hope that the other party couldn't find him, so he could only comfort himself first, the other party was probably not an extremely vicious organization. But then again, is this a reversal of the existence of supernatural forces? Isn't it proven...... Are there really ghosts and ghosts?

Imer had a headache and felt that his situation was a little bad no matter what. Thinking of the suggestions of netizens on the forum, maybe it would be useful to really ask a monk to open the amulet? For Tong Junwen to take, at least it's better than nothing. Yi Mo, who was reluctantly preparing to accept a less materialistic real world, was a little confused, and religious artifacts might be the only thing he could think of to protect Tong Junwen.

Thinking so, Yimo spoke, "Wenwen, after school in the afternoon, let's go to the temple." ”

"Temple?" Tong Junwen's little face showed a confused look, and he didn't know what Yimo was suddenly crazy.

"Well, I'm going to the exam room in a month, and I want to ask for a visa." Yimo carefully concealed his true purpose, "Many classmates have been there, and I heard that there is a talisman for Emperor Wenchang in the temple to ask for a signature, but it is spiritual!" ”

Emperor Wenchang is the legendary Wenqu Xing, not the electronic dictionary, but the god of the examination that ancient candidates must worship before the exam. The matter of sending Emperor Wenchang's amulet in the temple is really not Yimer's nonsense. Hou Xuan's mother has to ask Hou Xuan for a sign every time he takes the big exam, and then the examination room will definitely stuff him with a talisman for the test god, of course, Hou Xuan can pass the exam not because of this talisman, but because on the eve of the exam, Yimo will show him a part of Tong Junwen's notes. Yimo is not familiar with the religious artifacts that can be used to ward off evil spirits, but in his mind, if there is a talisman of the gods, there will also be Zhong Kui's talisman, and it is really not possible to use the talisman of Monkey King, as long as it can ward off evil spirits and protect Tong Junwen.

The temple is a Taoist temple, now there is only a middle-aged Taoist priest in the presiding, a few years ago there was an old Taoist priest who was said to have a true Taoist line, but unfortunately the old man died, and then the middle-aged Taoist priest took over the temple Zhu, relying on the legacy left by the old Taoist priest, his life is not bad. If you go to him, it is estimated that you can still buy one or two products left by the old Taoist priest.

"Hmm, okay." Tong Junwen is indispensable, since Yimo has this idea, then accompany him.

……

After lunch, he continued to beg in the tea restaurant to rub the air conditioner to class, even the genius girl Tong Junwen couldn't stand the school's slamming.

"If I knew that Yiyun High School didn't even have an air conditioner, I wouldn't have come to this school!" Tong Junwen, who was crazy by the heat, had a rare gaffe, of course, she also had the strength to go to any key high school in Chulong City, and other schools would arrange all the formalities for her.

In the afternoon, I continued to teach under the crazy spinning electric fan, and the sequelae of not sleeping for half a night finally came, and Yimo fell asleep in the middle of the first class, and the consequence was naturally to roll to the back of the classroom and stand in the second class, and after school, he did not escape punishment, and cleaned the teacher's office alone.

When the grizzled Yimo found Tong Junwen, who was reading comfortably under the air conditioning of the library, it was nearly six o'clock. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Imer's bad luck.

"Stupid." Tong Junwen pulled Yimo to sit down, and took out a tissue to wipe the dust and sweat on his face.

After pouring half a bottle of the soda that Tong Junwen had prepared for him in one go, Yimo felt alive again.

It was already six o'clock, because I was going to the temple, I called Xi's mother to explain that she would not go home for dinner, and after dinner in a different restaurant, Yimo rode Tong Junwen in the direction of the temple with a bicycle.