Huang Shang thought unconcernedly, and then looked at the screen with empty eyes.

A Japanese light TV series adapted from a certain Japanese should be fantasizing about some messy things.

However, this kind of TV series is unexpectedly popular.

It stands to reason that the broadcast should be quite exciting, but does it really matter if this kind of thing is shown on TV?

However, Huang Shang was not interested at all for some reason, just looked blankly, and even had the illusion of wanting to yawn.

That Ruoruo's protagonist,Looks the same as Xiao Shou.,Next should be bitten by that zombie.,But it shouldn't be dead.,Because according to wait.,Why is this plot so familiar? Shameless plagiarism.

Huang Shang scolded secretly, then picked up the cup and took a sip of Coke, his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

"Is it because I like to drink Coke?" He subconsciously took a bottle from the refrigerator just now.

As soon as he said this, he realized that this question was a bit stupid.

The plot on the screen continues.

The protagonist is not dead, and the zombie only sucks part of the blood from him. Then, the protagonist is carried away by zombies, and the TV series begins to play the credits.

Also, if the protagonists are dead, how can the story continue?

Turning off the TV, Huang Shang glanced at the clock.

It's already at this point, so let's go to sleep, thinking so, Huang Shang got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing the diary on the bed, he hesitated for a moment, but still sighed.

"Sure enough, let's tear it up, if such a shameful diary is seen, it's better to die." Huang Shang walked over with a wry smile and picked up the diary.

With a hiss, he tore off the page, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can next to the table. From the spine of the diary, many jagged pages of paper could be seen, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had destroyed black history.

Throwing the diary on the table and slamming down on the bed, Huang Shang buried his somewhat sleepy head in the pillow. Closing the fluffy pillow, he let out a sigh of relief.

Anyway, that's all for today.

Try to confess to her tomorrow tomorrow.

Even if you are rejected, at least you will not regret it.

In this way, with apprehension and hope, the adolescent boy fell asleep deeply.

The electronic watch on the table danced silently with cold characters.

11:59

12:00

The green light on the side of the electronic watch flashed faintly.

As if premeditated, the title page of the diary lying on the table was blown open by the wind.

Soft music sounded.

Woken up by the alarm clock, Huang Shang rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed. Yesterday he slept on his stomach and didn't change his clothes, so he woke up a little uncomfortable in the morning.

After a brief wash, he habitually touched his chin that had not grown a beard, and then left the bathroom.

Put on clean clothes, sneakers, and lace up.

Huang Shang was about to go out, but suddenly remembered that he still had something to take, so he returned to the bedroom.

Open the drawer, and there are two movie tickets lying inside, and the movie is released tomorrow. And tomorrow happens to be the celebration of the establishment of NASP, which is a legal holiday.

It's also a great opportunity for a date.

Huang Shang took two deep breaths and hurriedly grabbed the movie ticket. has postponed the matter of inviting the goddess to watch a movie together to this last day, and if it drags on any longer, I'm afraid I won't have the courage in this life.

The movie ticket was given to him by his friend Wang Meng, saying something like "Don't chase it again, don't be soaked away to see where you cry", and then urged Huang Shang to quickly muster up the courage to pursue Jiang Mengchen.

Wang Meng, this kid, although he usually jumps, is quite interesting at the critical moment.

Thinking of this, Huang Shang couldn't help but show a slight smile on his face. For this buddy who has been fighting with him since he was a child, the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Speaking of which, when did you first meet Zhao Peng?

He hesitated slightly, but soon he put the boring question behind him.

Forget it, it's nothing if you can't remember it, anyway, I guess it was all when I was a child.

Huang Shang closed the security door behind him and walked downstairs.

Looking at Blue City, the air here is very clear, although the shield of space-based weapons such as the shield-like dome in the air - the Holy Shield System. The international situation is becoming more and more tense, and the friction between the NASP and the CCSP is intensifying, even in a city that has never been subjected to war. It is also overshadowed by war.

But so what? Life goes on, just as Huang Shang is going to school now, and his neighbor is going to work.

It is believed that both sides will eventually calm down, as was the case with friction many years ago. Resources are strained.

But there's always a way to solve the problem, isn't it?

After greeting the neighbor's uncle, Huang Shang yawned and went downstairs.

At the door is a cleaning robot, which he can see every day when he goes downstairs.

Somewhat abruptly, when Huang Shang stepped on the road with one foot, the robot suddenly looked at him.

Huang Shang glanced at the robot in confusion.

It stands to reason that such robots without artificial intelligence will not be interested in anything other than garbage.

Are you treating me like garbage, this guy.

Of course, although he complained in his heart, Huang Shang was not bored enough to compete with a cold machine.

Pouting, Huang Shang prepared to bypass it.

Suddenly, creepy delusions crept into my mind.

Huang Shang turned sideways and secretly glanced at the robot, but he didn't expect the robot's eyes to follow him all the time.

Look him straight in the eye.

Round lamp-shaped eyes, blank expressions, cold and stiff gaze.

Suddenly, the robot looks in a certain direction. Then it seemed to stop moving.

"Hell yes."

Huang Shang wiped his forehead, glanced at the robot with disgust, and walked away quickly.

He was actually scared by a cleaning robot?

If Wang Meng's kid knew this, he wouldn't be killed by him.

But what is that delusion?

Huang Shang frowned in confusion.

He didn't understand why he was flustered the moment he met it.

-

When he came to school, it was almost time for class, and Huang Shang hurriedly ran to his seat and sat down.

Life in high school was busy, and even though he was only a freshman in high school, he had to deal with six classes at the same time.

Belch... Seems to be misremembered. It should be five.

Huang Shang took out the terminal for class from his bag, which was a pen-shaped holographic computer.

All classes can be conducted on the terminal, both for homework and courseware for classes.

Although I heard that there is a virtual reality teaching system that you can learn things just by lying down.

However, it is forbidden to use it for students below the high school level.

The reason seems to be to prevent people from getting into the bad habit of laziness as a result? Prevent the weakening of people's social skills?

I don't understand.

There are convenient ways to use it, but you don't have to limit it.

Yet no matter how much he mentally rejected the education system, he still had to learn this lesson.

Who wants him here? Then you have to follow the rules here

"Eh! Hanhan, did you watch yesterday's episode? The girl with the ponytail named Chen Chen was the representative of the Chinese class, and her tablemate was called Liang Han.

The two of them are simply living treasures in the class.

What do you say? In short, it can be summed up with words such as energetic and liking gossip.

"Uh-huh. After looking at it, is the protagonist dead at the end? Or become a zombie or something. ”

The girl named Liang Han also responded with great interest.

Poof, how can there be a TV series where the protagonist is dead, it's too much of a drama!

"I can't die, the protagonist will die in the end."

Huang Shang laughed, and then pretended to say his conjecture about the plot later.

Although it was a conjecture, he always felt that the plot would develop in the direction he thought.

As for why this illusion occurs, it may be similar to the sense of déjà vu caused by watching too many film and television works.

Suddenly, Huang Shang was stunned.

That feeling from the morning is back.

Everyone in the class stopped their movements and looked in Huang Shang's direction in a daze.

That's right, just looked at him stunned.

Chen Chen, Liang Han, and the squad leader Wang Wen, and even his little Wang Meng.

Hey... I... Am I talking that loud?

Being stared at by the whole class, Huang Shang shrank back and thought with a smile.

Everyone's eyes were strange, but Huang Shang couldn't tell what the strangeness came from.

Empty? It's as if it's being dissected and watched.

But why do you feel this way?

Suddenly, an anesthetic-like fear began to spread from his heart to his scalp.

Swallowing and spitting, the Adam's apple moved slightly, and Huang Shang suddenly had an urge to escape from the classroom.

However, this move is very unreasonable, so that you will not be watched by your classmates and run out of the classroom, right?

Wait, what about Jiang Mengchen?

Huang Shang suddenly found that the spot by the window was empty.

Just then, the class bell rang.

"Students, start the class, class representative, help me send my homework."

The math teacher walked in, picked up the terminal, clicked on it, and started the lesson.

"Yes——。"

The math class representative responded with a long note as usual, and then downloaded the corrected homework on the terminal, and then automatically assigned it to the students according to the ID.

So much of this is designed to seem to reinforce class consciousness?

Huang Shang recovered from his stupor, and looked around sharply.

Everyone has returned to "normal", since when did it start?

"Do you have a cramp in your neck?" Wang Meng smirked behind him and poked him in the back.

Huang Shang looked at Wang Meng strangely.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Meng was stunned, then touched his face, frowned, and said, "It's nothing dirty." ”

Turning around without a glance, Huang Shang left the strange old friend behind him and lay down on the table silently.

Is it my delusion?

Inadvertently, Huang Shang raised his eyes and looked at the position by the window.

A girl as pure and lovely as a lily is quietly listening to the math teacher's lecture, and her fingers are drawing notes on the tablet terminal from time to time.

A breeze blows.

The raised curtains slightly obscured Huang Shang's vision.

When did she appear there?