Moji pushed his bicycle into Qingshu Senior High School in Nanchen City, thinking about the news in the last few days, and always felt that something was wrong. Lately, the news has felt very serious, and discussions can be heard everywhere. Suddenly, a pair of hands gently covered his eyes, and a strange voice came from her ears. "Guess who I am?

"Lin Yuran." Inkmark said, "It's all ......"

"No, reguess~" This time the voice is soft and sweet. The girl padded her heels, shifted her weight forward, put her mouth to the ink mark ear and whispered, "Say that, say that." ”

Ink's face couldn't help but get hot. He swallowed and stumbled and said, "I...... I...... That's enough! The ink mark leaned back, and then took Lin Yuran's hand away with his left hand.

Lin Yuran jumped in front of the ink mark and said mischievously: "You must call it out next time, okay Xiaomo?" “

Mo Ji twisted his neck and looked at the side and said, "You should also graduate from the second year of secondary school." It's almost seventeen. “

"Okay? Okay? Lin Yuran leaned his face over and got closer to the ink marks. Inkmark turned his head and said to her, "Don't ...... How did you dye your hair? Not wearing a school uniform yet? ”

Lin Yuran wore long pink hair, draped around her waist like a waterfall. A pair of large, watery blue eyes were set on her charming white face. She wore a green plaid shirt, a burgundy coat, a beige leather bag, a dark blue skirt, black pantyhose and brown boots, which perfectly showed off her charming legs. Lin Yuran turned around elegantly: "Is it cute?" ”

Moji looked at her helplessly and said, "Lin Yuran, you have violated school discipline, I hope you will rectify it immediately." ”

Lin Yuran looked at him with a pouting and said: "I haven't learned to look at things from a comprehensive point of view, a two-point view, and I haven't learned a dichotomy...... Lin Yuran taught him with the knowledge of a liberal arts student.

"Okay, I'm a science major, and I haven't memorized a dichotomy or anything yet. Right. Yuran, did you read today's news?" Inkmark interrupted her.

"You mean the news that Hatsune is going to have a concert with us?" Lin Yuran pressed the tip of his left index finger on his chin and said thoughtfully.

Moji sighed and said, "I'm talking about CCTV, CCTV13, can you care about national affairs." It's also ...... for your liberal arts."

Lin Yuran grabbed his arm, pulled him to the examination room, and said with a smile as he walked: "Okay, okay, Xuebamo, listen to you?" This time, if you do well in the exam, my sister can buy you a mobile phone puppet. ”

Moji's face turned red again, and he looked at the people around him who didn't pay attention, and said with a sigh of relief: "Forget the phone, I don't want to be told to eat soft rice." It's just that your homeroom teacher is going to worry about you again. The ink mark pulled his hand out of Lin Yuran's chest. Ink marks pay great attention to the norms of school interactions.

"You don't have to worry about this. You're still so shy, how long have you been, really. Lin Yuran pursed his lips and smiled.

In the first examination room of science at Qingshu Senior High School.

There was only the sound of writing and the sound of turning rolls from time to time. This kind of sound, if you put it in the ink marks before, it will definitely feel very comfortable, very normal. But now he felt very uneasy, but he didn't know where the uneasiness came from, and the monotonous sounds around him made him a little breathless. He thought: What the hell is going on today? Is it just because of these boring news paragraphs? No, he thought of the videos of violence in the United States and Canada that circulated on the Internet a few days ago: crowds of people, pressed in one piece, breaking through the police lines, tearing together with the police, even if the police shoot. Later, these videos were quickly deleted, and experts pointed out that they were made using special effects, etc. At the same time, it didn't cause much of a stir. After all, who would rush forward one by one for someone to risk being shot. But the ink streaks somehow connected the two things.

At this moment, the roar of the plane's engine and the scraping of the plane against the air broke his thoughts. He was stunned for a moment: airplanes, there are no routes around here, is it a fighter? The sound was getting louder and louder, and the loud roar had suffocated everyone in the examination room, and they stopped their pens, afraid to say a word. Ink Marks broke out in a cold sweat, his hands clenched into fists, his body turned towards the door, his legs tensed, and the fear in his eyes could not be concealed. The roar of the planes seemed to be coming straight for them.

"Let's go!" The invigilator stood up and shouted. The students in the classroom squeezed out the door as if they had been ordered to do so, screaming, crying, and swearing in a cloud against the roar of the plane. No matter how much the teacher screams to maintain order, it will not help.

Inkmark jerked up and rushed out the door. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced out of the window and stopped. He was stunned, he had never seen the plane fly so low outside the airport, and even the words "China South China Airlines" on the plane could be clearly seen, and then he saw several people jumping down one after another, some fell directly to the ground and were smashed, and some were caught in the engine of the plane and were ground into meat sauce. Eventually, the plane tilted diagonally, emitting black smoke, and plunged headlong into the stadium not far from the school, making a loud crash and emitting doomsday flames.

Moji was still looking out the window, his lips trembling a little.