"Oh yes."

Wang Congshan seemed to think of something, and said to Li Ang: "The Mid-Autumn Festival the day after tomorrow, do you want to come to my house for dinner at that time?" ”

"Huh?" Li Ang was stunned for a moment.

Wang Congshan continued to lie on the table, buried her head in her arms, yawned, and pretended to be careless and said: "Isn't this my cousin's parents have changed their jobs and are going to move to Yin City to live, it just so happens that my cousin lives in the opposite door of our house now,

Just spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together the day after tomorrow, accompany me, accompany us to have dinner or something,

Well, my dad said thank you for helping out last time. ”

“...”

Li Ang glanced at Wang Congshan's somewhat reddened ears exposed outside his arm, his heart was inexplicably soft, and his voice was a little softer, "No need, I still have something to do the day after tomorrow." ”

"Holy,"

Wang Congshan tilted his head, his ears were still hot, and his big watery eyes kept squinting as much as possible, "You speak normally." ”

"What's wrong with me?"

Li Ang's face changed dramatically in an instant, pulled down his expression, and responded lazily: "I am called the little prince of warm oil, and it was just a business voice just now." If you don't pay, you can't listen to it. ”

"Cut."

Wang Congshan rolled her eyes, buried her head back in her arms, and said angrily: Who wants to hear it. ”

Li Ang smiled and didn't speak, ignoring the sour and resentful "tsk" of Miss Chai in his body.

"The students are in class."

Tang Hanyi, who was holding the lesson plan, hurriedly walked into the classroom, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked a little tired.

This subordinate officer of the Special Affairs Bureau has not had much rest recently.

Since the last fog incident, the underground borehole on Qianhua Road has gradually poured out a dense fog that cannot be dispersed, and now it has covered half of the street.

The mist, like the previous case report, will consume anything that enters it.

Dozens of reconnaissance drones were sent into the dense fog one after another, but once the drones entered the fog, they would lose all contact.

Living creatures such as rats with micro-cameras installed will disappear silently when they are placed in the mist.

The long metal rod with the camera tied to it, after entering the fog realm and exiting, will also be swallowed up by the part that comes into contact with the dense fog.

All attempts to remotely observe the inner part of the foggy territory have failed.

For safety reasons, the Special Affairs Bureau surrounded Qianhua Road, which is the center of the fog realm, with barricades, and temporarily emptied the shops and residents around Qianhua Road on the grounds of "underground pipeline repair".

A temporary base was set up on a high-rise building on the far side of Qianhua Road for real-time monitoring by the scientific research team.

With Tang Hanyi's level of secrecy, it was not enough to know the level of understanding of the Fog Realm at the top of the Alien Society and the Special Affairs Bureau, and it was not known whether the superiors would send a mobile task force to enter the Fog Realm where mutation would occur again.

All she knew was that the excavation of the ground had been stopped at the site, and the engineering team and mobile task force general skill specialists who had been called over were all on standby on the periphery of Qianhua Road.

As an intelligence analyst, Tang Hanyi's school is at a critical juncture in this series of abnormal events.

In a word... The absence of a mass evacuation order proves that the situation is not particularly bad.

Tang Hanyi couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, even if there were functional drinks that could refresh his mind, they couldn't relieve the mental exhaustion caused by long-term insomnia.

No matter how tired he is, it is still necessary to teach normally, but Tang Hanyi has also learned to be obedient after a period of exercise, and he never ordered Li Ang to answer questions in class, and let him sit in his seat in a daze, wander the world, fold paper airplanes under the desk, and play erasers.

The last time he ordered Li Ang to answer a question, it was the math teacher, who was dissatisfied with Li Ang's lazy attitude, and asked Li Ang to memorize pi, but the latter stood up and began to memorize, and he couldn't stop at all.

Li Ang's classmates were shocked when he memorized more than 30 digits, the teacher was shocked when he was in his 70s, and Wang Congshan was shocked when he had hundreds of digits—she was stunned to find that Li Ang began to memorize his own QQ number, home phone number, and even the numbers represented by the pinyin abbreviation of the names of the whole class.

Later, Li Ang even thought of what number to memorize, and reported it in a mess, because he was expressionless, spoke very quickly and had a calm and confident attitude, which shocked and persuaded everyone except Wang Congshan.

(In fact, Li Ang himself can memorize hundreds of digits after pi, and a random section of pi can be used as an account password if it is reversed in reverse order, which is very convenient)

"Please open the textbooks..."

Tang Hanyi began to lecture, Li Ang's eyes were wide, he maintained a posture of listening carefully with his chin with one hand, and reached under the desk with the other hand, took a few pieces of A4 paper and began to fold various paper animals with one hand.

In the past, when he was bored, Li Ang often played games such as the Rubik's Cube, throwing paper knives, turning pens, and fancy card cutting under the desk with one hand to exercise the dexterity of his hands.

Not.... If it weren't for the fear of being photographed too handsome, Li Ang might have worked as a street magician to earn money to supplement his family.

"Teacher Tang looks very bad, just like some faculty and staff who smell like the Special Affairs Bureau."

Li Ang thought silently in his heart: "But the fact that I can still come to class normally shows that the situation is not particularly bad." ’

The forum is still the same as before, there is no particularly major news, but there are some posts about the relevant content of Qianhua Road in Yin City, but the language is not clear, and basically no information is revealed.

Now it is not as strong as before, the surveillance near Qianhua Road is stronger than ever, and Li Ang does not dare to approach that side at all, in case any task is triggered, it will be bad.

He calmly mixed up the whole day of classes and came home from school - recently Wang Congshan and his mother insisted on driving Wang Congshan to and from school (probably knowing some news, for safety reasons), Li Ang had to ride home alone.

In fact, it is much safer to let Li Ang and Wang Congshan ride home together than to drive Wang's mother herself...

This is also something that can't be helped.,In the context of the gradual development of the killing game,No place is absolutely safe.,

Even if the family moves out of Yin City, there is still a possibility that they will be involved in an anomalous event - staying will be closer to the protection area of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Ordinary people are too helpless in the face of anomalies...

Of course, precarious players aren't much better.

Li Ang rode back home, chatted casually with Wang Congshan on WeChat (mainly to confirm that she arrived home safely), and after ending the communication, he released Miss Chai.

Miss Chai jumped out of Li Ang's body, jumped into the sofa as usual to play with her mobile phone, and while holding her mobile phone and looking at the female frequency, she muttered something in an undetectable voice, "Tut-tut, sour to death...."

I don't know what it's implying either.

The second monk Li Angzhang was confused, so he didn't care about her, sat in front of the computer desk, and looked at the calendar in the lower right corner of the screen in a daze.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming... Why don't you go back and have a look? ”