The person in charge of student attendance at Denver was a serious-looking middle-aged black man with a heroic temperament that was unique to retired soldiers.

Although he is habitually called a teacher by the 'settled' middle school students, he is actually an administrative staff member of the school's school management office, so he is not familiar with the situation of ordinary students, but he has already heard of the famous Zhang Longchu.

At this time, seeing that Zhang Longchu looked relieved because of the success of the compensatory leave, Denver's heart moved, and he couldn't help but say solemnly: "Student Zhang, I have learned about your grades, most of them can get B, and there are even good grades of A or even A+, it can be seen that you also attach great importance to your schoolwork."

If you stick with it, you will be able to pass most state universities in California, so I really hope that you can make an informed choice in the future and don't make a big mistake.

Whether you will go to a state university and become an elite person in society, or become a drug dealer and be put in federal prison, is up to you. ”

"Teacher, I don't understand what you're saying?" Hearing such an exhortation, Zhang Longchu said stubbornly.

"You're smart and cunning, and you haven't let us catch any evidence all along, but you and I both know very well what your little 'side hustle' is other than going to school." Denver said expressionlessly.

"I really don't understand what you're talking about..."Zhang Longchu continued to pretend to be stupid and said: "The time for class is coming soon, I'll go to the classroom, goodbye." He walked out of the office as if he was running away, and rushed into the classroom with the class bell ringing just right.

After taking two classes seriously in the classroom, Zhang Longchu took advantage of the recess to run to the top floor of the teaching building, traded the 'weeds' subcontracted into long strips to Kennar, and returned to his seat full of harvest.

Before class, he accidentally touched the wooden schoolbag on the desk, and his mind moved, and suddenly a desire arose that was very similar to entering the world of strange things and seeing what the believers were doing.

This is a common mentality of young people who want to pay attention to it all the time after they get a 'new game', but they are forced down by Zhang Longchu.

Now that he has made the decision to keep a low profile to the end and never reveal that he has a strange thing, then he intends to use perseverance to carry it out thoroughly.

It's a pity that there is no script in life, it is always full of accidents, the third class has just begun, and an inexplicable call suddenly rises quietly from the bottom of Zhang Longchu, who is listening to the class.

In a trance, he felt a flower in front of him, everything in the classroom instantly turned black and white, and disappeared like smoke, and the world composed of beaches and dense forests bred by strange things surged under his feet.

People are in class in the classroom of the real world, but the will runs into the world of strange things, and I want to know that it is quite easy to expose flaws, Zhang Longsheng came back to his senses and hurriedly planned to return to reality.

But unintentionally, he glanced over the beach under his feet and found something unusual, and saw that his thousands of believers in the walled city did not work, fish, or hunt under the blue sky and daylight, but gathered on a beach by the sea and mourned silently.

In the center of them were countless dead branches and leaves piled up like a hill, and on the mountain of trees lay the corpse of a man in the prime of life who had just bathed and changed, and although there was no trace of blood, his gray face looked unusually clean.

When Zhang Longchu's disciples were fugitives first took root in the wilderness, because of the lack of food, overwork, and from time to time to guard against the invasion of wild beasts, it was true that there would be casualties in three, five, or seven days, and it was not surprising that those who died in the prime of life.

But since the construction of the city and the village, the practice of the art of war, the skills of war, the burning of wasteland and the cultivation of fields, the change of boats, the successful fishing of nets, no one has died for a long time, not to mention that the deceased looks like a strong man.

Zhang Longchu was puzzled, and suddenly heard a solemn silence, the lord of the walled city, that is, the old man who was once called a master craftsman, holding a monkey's head and wooden staff, said to a crying woman: "Yu Li, your husband fell off the cliff by mistake and died for the walled city, this is also fate, and you and your children will be raised by the walled city in the future."

You also know that we are at this moment rooted in the difficulties of this wild land, and if you let your husband be buried in the ground, I am afraid that he will be devoured by wild beasts in the future;

Buried in the walled city, our village is too small, the living live in a crowded area, there is really no place for the dead, can only be cremated according to the routine.

But you can rest assured, Ping'an is so devout to the 'Great Lord' on weekdays, and there has never been a delay in worshipping God and prostrating to God in the morning and evening, and he will inevitably be received by the 'God Lord' to be a warrior and craftsman in the heavens, and enjoy the endless immortal blessings. ”

Although the woman looked very unwilling to let her husband turn into a wisp of ashes, she had to bow her head under the low eaves, and thought of her and her child's future life, and couldn't help but feel sad from it, hugged the child in her arms, wearing white clothes and white shoes, and wrapped in a white cloth on her head, and said in a tone of resentment, sorrow and endless longing: "My beloved named 'Ping'an is short-lived, and everything is arranged according to the master craftsman."

Blessed, blessed, your father, your father is going to heaven, and he can't see it anymore, while he can still look at it, you have to look at it a few more times, and imprint his appearance in your heart, you know? ”

The child was only two or three years old, and he didn't know the pain of life and death, and when he saw his father lying in the firewood, he only felt funny, stretched out his fat little hand and grabbed it in the air and said, "Daddy, daddy sleep, daddy is blessed, sleep..."

Seeing this bleak scene, many villagers around couldn't help but weep secretly, and the old man, who was the lord of the walled city, sighed gloomily, and then shouted hoarsely: "The auspicious time has come, and the fire is lit to send Brother Ping An to heaven." ”

Hearing his words, several villagers who had already prepared with torches immediately stepped forward and lit the pyre, and then in the raging fire, the body of the man in the prime of life gradually turned to ashes.

At the same time, Zhang Longchu's heart suddenly moved, and according to some guidance in the dark, he combined his hands in front of his chest and spread them, and in an instant, he saw that in the fire burning on the beach, two fiery red and earthy yellow qi emerged, which converged into his hand and turned into a humanoid chess piece.

The chess piece was dressed in armor made of tree vine and soaked in oil, and held a wooden shield half square in his left hand and a sharp halberd in his right hand.

"What is, what is this?" Looking at the chess pieces in his hand, Zhang Longchu couldn't help but grow his mouth in surprise, and rubbed it carefully, feeling that it felt as tight as polished wood, and a little smooth like porcelain made of clay, with a little warm fire.

After a pause, he realized that he was still in class, and hurriedly shook his head, his mind turned, and in the blink of an eye, he broke away from the world of strange things and returned to reality.

Looking around, Zhang Long, who sat down in the middle of the middle of the classroom, saw that the teacher was at the lectern, holding the textbook and talking non-stop as if no one was around, and no one around him paid attention to him, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he was about to turn the pages of his book, when he was suddenly shocked to find that he was holding a humanoid chess piece in his hand, and he couldn't help but exclaim, 'Ah...', which attracted everyone's attention.

On the podium, the young and beautiful female teacher frowned even more, looked at Zhang Longchu and said, "Zhang, do you have any disagreement on my evaluation of Maupassant's works?" ”

Under the pressure of her gaze, Zhang Longchu opened his mouth and stammered with the memories of the writer in his memory: "Oh, Maupassant, Maupassant is the greatest short story writer in the whole of France in the second half of the nineteenth century in the old calendar.

Well, of course, in terms of the scope of the world, his work is also very deep, and it is worth savoring..."

Listening to his nonsense, he didn't go too far from the topic, and the female teacher nodded lightly and said, "Zhang, it seems that you have put some effort into the literary appreciation class I taught, so I forgive you for being funny this time."

But remember, if there is a next time, your final grade will be a D. ”

"Yes, yes, thank you, Teacher Sang Li." Zhang Longchu didn't have the threat of the teacher at the moment, nodded obediently, and waited until the female teacher began to continue lecturing, no one paid attention to himself anymore, he let go of his left hand that was so clenched that it was soaked with sweat, closed his eyes and twisted his thigh hard, and then opened his eyes and looked at his right hand, and found that the humanoid chess piece was still in his palm.