With the first rays of sunshine in the morning, Xun Dan ushered in a new day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This kind of early going to bed and getting up early makes Xun Dan very unaccustomed.

He instinctively looked for the mobile phone at the bedside to see what time it was, but suddenly remembered that it was still 2002, and he had not yet owned the first mobile phone of his own.

"By the way, why did I forget the pager."

As soon as Xun Dan raised his hand, the pager really appeared in his hand.

However, there was no time on the screen that he wanted to see, but an introduction to "Stars" appeared.

"Starry gloves, can protect the palm, invulnerable, water and fire are not close, for the Qing Dynasty tribute."

When Xun Dan saw this introduction, he couldn't help but gasp.

If I had seen this explanation in advance, I am afraid that I would not have to be so embarrassed.

"Countdown to the World: 69 Years."

What is it? The world countdown, the Mayans speculated that the end of the world was not that day, and they had experienced that day themselves, and I heard that it was just a Mayan calendar.

So what is the countdown to this world? 69 years later, it is already 2070, and if he is still alive, he will be 82 years old.

As a person who started eating gutter oil from the snack of poisoned milk powder and grew up, this age is an unattainable dream.

Assuming that the countdown to this world is not the language of some prophet, or the result of research by a high-level race similar to the Mayan civilization, then the environment in which you live needs to be studied.

The first suspicion is dreams, but the length of this reality has exceeded the load of normal dreams, unless he becomes a vegetative person at this time, he will never have such a long dream.

The second suspicion is that you are in a kind of game trial, and nowadays virtual reality games are common, and the developers are trying to put the player in the game and give him an immersive feeling.

But this is obviously not too possible, because the content of this theme is completely their own memory, if this kind of game is tailored, the development cost is too high, and the developer will not be bored enough to customize the development for his own small program ape.

No purchasing power is equivalent to no market, and no one will do such a thankless task.

And this way of task flow, however, is similar to game processing, although crazy, but it is indeed the most believable.

The last possibility is that you are just a part of the game world, that is, an NPC, and your whole self is fictional.

It's ridiculous to think about it.

Intra-island ......

"Doctor, is it really okay? He's aware of our bugs. ”

Zhuge Rongrong became more and more uneasy.

"It's okay, didn't he touch something interesting? The changes in the old lover have been found out, which shows that there is nothing wrong with our thinking. ”

"But ......"

"Don't worry, it's nothing good, as long as the goal is achieved, the result is more important than the process."

"But his reasoning has gradually come closer to the truth, and I don't think the countdown of this world should give him a hint at all!"

Zhuge Rongrong couldn't help but have a trace of doubt about the doctor's conceit.

"It's a game, but it's not for fun, and I'm looking forward to seeing how he performs in this game."

"The reason why he was given this tip was to give him a sense of urgency, we are running out of time, and ...... Compared to me, he was a little too immature. ”

……

Student life, simple and slightly tedious.

Although there is no work pressure when going to work, and there is no need to worry about water and electricity rent, this kind of two-point and one-line life does make Xun Dan feel a little tired to cope.

"Xun Dan, please come to my office after class."

Before Song Jia got out of class, she left such a sentence for Xun Dan.

"Are you alright? Why does the geometry teacher keep looking for you, is it the reason why your recent geometry grades are not satisfactory? ”

Jiang Li asked with concern.

"You told me a lot of questions, you did all the wrong things in this exam, and the average score of our class made you lag behind, and it is estimated that you will inevitably be criticized when you go to the office."

"It's fine."

Xun Dan also has a slight headache about this matter, these junior high school students' questions, for a person who has been working for several years, is simply a book in the sky, although it is not too difficult to tutor now, but time has become the main problem.

But all this can only be known to himself, and he walked towards the office helplessly.

"Hey, but you can't fall in love, look at the dog and quiet, this is really a tragedy."

"Yes, the dog's grades have dropped sharply, but Jingjing's grades have improved by leaps and bounds."

"It's not, and Jingjing's self-confidence has exploded now, I heard that she and their class flowers are going to compete for aerobics and card-raising classmates."

"Poof, no, go and hold up the sign quietly, he can put the sign of their class in it."

"I don't know what this dog thinks, the taste is so heavy......"

In the past few days, Xun Dan felt as if his ears had grown, and he could clearly hear all kinds of whispers from his classmates, but this content made him almost suffocate internal injuries.

Xun Dan pushed open Song Jia's office door with apprehension, this is what he always has to face, after all, in addition to plagiarism, then his current mastery of junior high school knowledge will be revealed sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, after he pushed the door in, he saw Song Jia's smile like a spring breeze.

"Hold a grass, which one is this, could it be that Sun Yi's grandson really dares to touch my target, what is the reason for this guy's expression as if he is in estrus?"

"Could it be that she suddenly felt that the old man was very good-looking, and she was going to throw herself into her arms to the old man?"

"Xun Dan, sit!"

Song Jia pointed to the bench in front of him and said softly to Xun Dan.

The tone was soft and melodious, without the slightest hint of the eve of a storm.

Xun Dan didn't know what kind of medicine Song Jia's gourd was selling, so he sat on the seat in front of the desk with apprehension, and looked across the table from Song Jia.

Looking at the ring ruler on the table, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"I haven't heard of Song Jia's black history of corporal punishment, is this knife meat himself?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of pain, it's almost thirty years old, and I was beaten by the teacher, how can this make the old man acceptable."

Song Jiake didn't know all the speculations in Xun Dan's heart, she just looked at Xun Dan with a smile.

But this kind of expression made Xun Dan feel even more hairy in his heart.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just chatting with you."

"Chat?"

"yes, I heard you and my sister went to the movies last night, right?"