The wind was fierce, and the red clothes were like fire.

Behind him, there is an abyss.

In front of him, there are tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers.

Many of them are Chixiao's familiar faces.

The general's beloved, family, and comrades-in-arms, the warm pictures of the past are still vivid, but now everyone is a mean and ugly face.

It is an emotionless sword, but at this time, there is also a monstrous hatred tumbling in the bottom of my heart.

[General, isn't it just a Broken Nine Heavens, Chixiao will accompany you to kill back!] Poke it upside down! 】

But the man lifted his sword and turned around.

"That's it."

He sighed softly, turning all the anger and grievances in his heart into a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"I didn't expect that it was a sword that accompanied me to the end."

"Ridiculous, ridiculous."

Chixiao is still the same emotionless sword, but for some reason it suddenly tasted pain.

Where are you going, my general? 】

That's right.

It seems to have forgotten that it is an emotionless and non-verbal sword.

……

[Hello. 】

It's hot!

It's hot!

I feel like I'm going to suffocate!

No, how can a sword feel suffocated?

Chixiao sat on the ground in a daze, propping up a heavy head, and as he pondered the question of 'how can a sword have a head?' that annoying voice sounded again.

[Hello? 】

Who's talking?

The voice rang in his head.

[Dear, this is the kind and lovely system Jun, do you want to save your master who has dissipated the original spirit? Double 11 promotion, complete 9999...... 99 missions are all you need to do! Isn't it a good deal, dear? Don't think about it, pro, hurry up and do it! 】

Chixiao: "Tell me how many nines there are." ”

[It's not a lot of dear, it's just that the signal is not very good, like this...... That's it, dear. 】

Kneima: Shut up.

After a short period of thought, Chi Xiao still accepted the arrangement of this noisy 'system king', because he found that he had no room to refuse at all, and he was already on the way to action......

He wasn't a sword now, but a man, a man whose brain was so hot that it was about to evaporate.

"Save ...... Help me! ”

He used his last strength to grab the trouser leg of the man who passed in front of him before he fainted.

The spicy chicken system didn't deceive him, it was the familiar taste of him.

"Chi Xiao?"

Si Yan squatted down, carefully observed for a while, and determined that the boy in front of him had only fainted due to heat stroke, so he asked people to help him on his back.

"You go back to the classroom, and the teacher takes him to the office."

After he finished speaking, several boys behind him did not move, and looked at him a little nervously.

"Teacher, Chi Xiao will be fine, right?"

Si Yan's thoughtful eyes swept over them, staring at several students with a chill down their spines before withdrawing his gaze.

"It should be fine, it's just heat stroke."

Arrived at the school doctor's office.

The school doctor stripped off layers of cos clothes on Chixiao's body.

"What are you doing standing in the sun in a cossuit on a nearly 40-degree day! Dried salted fish? Not...... Kidd the Strange Thief has a good degree of restoration. ”

Si Yan stood on the edge of the bed and waited, listening to the school doctor's unobtrusive words, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

"Doctor, how is he doing?"

The doctor took back the secretly photographed mobile phone and pouted dryly: "I can't die, don't think too weak about the current children, you go back to class, I'll guard it for you." ”

Si Yan looked at the time on his mobile phone, the break was almost over in ten minutes, and he couldn't finish a single class in the third year of high school, so he could only leave people here and pick them up after the recess.

"Then it's troublesome, doctor."

"It's fine."

Chixiao, who was unconscious, vaguely heard their conversation, and at the same time, he was also quickly accepting the information provided by the 'System King'.

Name: Si Yan

Profession: Senior high school teacher

Daily: Preparing for class, attending class, and being angry with students.