She tried to take a small sip, as if all the exhaustion of the whole day had vanished.

Boys occasionally use tea instead of supplements for staying up late, Gao Yaxuan actually likes to drink tea, it's milk tea!

"Forget it, I won't read tonight, and I will get up half an hour early tomorrow to memorize, and it's not all the same."

At this time, her brain was still excited, not because the terrifying campus story Wang Xiang told her was deeply imprinted on her heart.

Good students, why do they suddenly can't see anything, is it because there is something wrong with that classroom, or is it that darkness has been hanging over the school building and cannot be faded?

She shook her head, she didn't plan to think about these suspense themes without fixed conditions, it was indeed quite brain-burning.

Just as she was about to turn off the lamp, the curtains suddenly shook. No matter how trivial the details are, they can't escape her insight.

"Who is it?" She tried to shout into the air.

It was quiet, but it only lasted for two or three seconds.

"Gao Yaxuan, don't be afraid, it's me."

When she turned her head, she found a void phantom standing quietly at the place of her desk.

It's like a shadow in a sparkling wave, a floating cloud in a summer sky. Maybe with a touch of her fingers, her whole body will fall apart.

"Who are you, and how do you know my name?"

Although she felt a little incredible, in the end, Gao Yaxuan still dared to ask out.

"I am the protector of the Xueba god-level system, and I now reside in Niu Zihao's mental consciousness. In other words, as long as he has been exposed to and thought about in his daily life, I can know. ”

"Besides, you are still the first star among the girls, so you should go and cheer. Although the Xueba spar was taken by that hateful guy from the Demon Star Curser, don't worry, it is none of us who can snatch it. ”

"Ah, what a Xueba Crystal, I don't know!" As she spoke, she touched the totem around her neck, which she still understands, only people with excellent academic performance will wear such a logo.

Under the narration of the goddess of wisdom, the two of them chatted for a long time before they had a certain understanding of each other.

At the same time, Gao Yaxuan will naturally know what she is going to do next.

"Yaxuan, your task is to go to the vocational school tonight to explore the reason inside, and as for the clues, they are hidden in that school."

She was confused, and she didn't understand what the young lady was trying to do.

Maybe this matter is really important to it, maybe even Niu Zihao may not be able to complete it smoothly.

Gao Yaxuan was a helpful classmate, and she quickly agreed.

Then the goddess of wisdom handed her a bright lamp. Don't underestimate it, it contains infinite power, and maybe it can help her in a critical moment.

Holding it in my hand and looking closely, I can see that the wick inside has begun to burn slowly aerobically. The goddess of wisdom has told her that as long as the wick is not extinguished, her safety will be guaranteed. Once extinguished, things will be difficult to say.

All in all, the task is still somewhat difficult, with a 50% probability of success and failure. No matter what, Gao Yaxuan felt that she still had to fight, even if the hope would be very slim.

Without further ado, the goddess of wisdom suddenly disappeared into the dormitory like the wind.

Gao Yaxuan brought the lamp, and while the moonlight was still there, she moved towards the door of the room.

Perhaps because he woke up too many times, Niu Zihao seemed to be in a daze. began to have nightmares unscrupulously, all of which was ultimately caused by his snoring.

Maybe the power of the guy next door's mobile phone was consumed to zero, and it gradually entered the second half of the night, and there was no sound coming out again.

And Niu Zihao, who was half-awake and half-asleep, entered the world of dreams within dreams.

At this time, there was a hazy sign in front of his eyes.

It seems to be a castle with towering forests, and a church like a Bible prayer.

What exactly is this place and why do I dream about it.

His consciousness is still in a semi-comatose state, and his current IQ is no different from that of a little boy who can't tie his shoes in front of the kindergarten.

Slowly, a window with lights began to come into view. It wasn't long before he could see that the on-on incandescent light was resting above the classroom, emitting only its own light.

"Wow."

He glanced at himself in a hurry, and his eyes widened immediately. Can anyone tell me if this is a campus thriller movie, or the kind of person who doesn't scare you to cry and doesn't lower the box office.

In the darkness of the night, the moon did not peek out of the dark clouds. Niu Zihao was dressed in red, this is a situation of Shenma.

But so, the brothers next to him were all dressed in the same way as him. The bright red-clad team was exposed to the lights at this time, which seemed to have a solemn atmosphere.

"It won't be a school uniform, but it doesn't have a series of logos on it, such as the school emblem. Is it in military training? No, it should be a cuckold and a camouflage uniform. If you wear a pair of military shoes, you can kick up and walk with ease. ”

He thought about it for a while, but still couldn't decide on the answer.

Just as he racked his brains and prepared to dig deeper. Suddenly, someone appeared from one of the windows upstairs, and was still shouting something.

"Quick, smash them with the books in your hands, knowledge is power."

Niu Zihao looked up, but he didn't expect that person to have the same face as himself, and it didn't seem too much to describe it as a clone "Zihao".

Originally, he was confused at one end, but now he has become two-ended.

He clutched at his hair, trying to figure out what was going on.

Under the guidance of that classmate, everyone threw books downstairs as if they were crazy, and even the lesson plan materials that the teacher was going to talk about the next day were thrown down mercilessly.

"The boundless textbook is down, and the red clothes are rolling in."

In addition to this poem that can be used for the occasion, Niu Zihao really can't think of other beautiful words to describe it.

All of a sudden, books rushed down like a waterfall. It's menacing, and I guess someone will throw away the draft book they have saved for three years.

The situation was a little bad, and I saw that the people in red who were hit by the book all fell to the ground without exception, in a comatose state, as if paralyzed by poisoning.

The crowd screamed, but none of the men in red wanted to leave such a place, as if a mysterious force was manipulating them from behind.

It was only now that Niu Zihao suddenly realized that history is always strikingly similar, but it has resurfaced in front of him again.