Bai Yiquan looked around, stretched out his finger and pointed at himself: "Are you calling me?"

The pretty girl tilted her head: "Could it be that there is someone else besides you?"

Bai Yiquan realized what a stupid question he had asked, looking at the beautiful girl with a look of "is there something wrong with your brain", he was not embarrassed to ask why he was the only interviewer. He walked into the classroom with a red face, and as he passed by the girl, he could smell a faint fragrance emanating from the girl.

Uh-huh. How is it a bit like baby gold water?

"I don't wear the kind of perfume that kids do. ”

The girl's voice sounded in Bai Yiquan's ears, the latter was startled, and subconsciously raised his head, and saw that the corners of the beautiful girl's mouth were hooked up in a beautiful arc, and her shocked face was reflected in her pure black pupils.

How does she know what I'm thinking?

Before Bai Yiquan could react, he had already walked into the classroom, and the girl closed the door directly, leaving him standing alone behind the door in a daze. It wasn't until a slight cough sounded that he realized what he was here for, so he hurriedly turned around and saw an old man with gray hair but a kind smile. Behind him was a young man leaning against the window, leaving only an emaciated back.

He hurriedly bowed: "Hello teacher!"

"Ahem, don't be restrained. The old man laughed, "Come to me." ”

Bai Yiquan's mind was still a little dazed. In his impression, the teachers who are interviewers are generally middle-aged, or some young, teachers of this age generally have a certain level of seniority in school, how can they help the school work all over the country during the holidays.

In other words, what style of students do teachers of this age generally like? Do you continue to introduce yourself as before? When he walked towards the old teacher, Bai Yiquan's mind was thinking rapidly, but he didn't think about why he walked up to the old teacher, he could only clear his throat: "Hello teacher, my name is ——"

"Bai Yiquan, right? The old teacher smiled and said, "Taken from [Yihong Qingquan]? Your parents have high expectations for you." ”

Bai Yiquan was stunned. This is a self-introduction that has been eliminated by him, and "a clear spring" is indeed a good phrase. But it's not Tang poetry, it's not Song poetry, there are no good allusions, and there is only a dry sentence when introduced. The training teacher once sighed and said to him that you don't look like a clear spring, and it feels weird to say it, so it's better to change it.

So he replaced it with the same bottle of mineral water as before, which at least sounded humorous, and if he was lucky, he could make people laugh.

"Teacher, it's really beautiful. ”

Bai Yiquan held back for a long time, and after all, he only held back such a sentence. What to say next? He had no idea. His humorous opening was robbed, and he didn't know how to proceed. Teachers usually ask the college why they applied to their school, and he was prepared for this question. But now he doesn't know what school he is applying to, where he is, or what he does.

"You look confused. The old teacher kept smiling, "Can you tell me about your confusion?" ”

Bai Yiquan always felt that this interview was weird. Sitting in front of him didn't seem to be a classroom for an interview at all, but like a psychiatrist, or a magic stick. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he didn't know what to say anyway, so he just followed the old teacher's words.

"That. Bai Yiquan scratched his head, "Maybe I didn't figure it out before, I don't remember when I applied to your school." ”

The old teacher looked a little disappointed: "That's it?"

Bai Yiquan didn't know how to answer. What could he answer? What else could he do? Then he would be kicked out in a minute. But he didn't know what else he could say if he stayed here, but fortunately, the old teacher didn't mean to embarrass him all the time: "Our school is not for anyone to apply for, in other words, we choose the students, not the students choose us." ”

Bai Yiquan was stunned. He'd heard that some institutions of higher learning would select their own students, and that was often the case with the world's top universities, but he really didn't think it had anything to do with him. His grades have tripled now, and it is estimated that no prestigious school is willing to look at him more, let alone be selected by a prestigious school.

Is it still a lie?

If it weren't for the kindness of the old teacher, Bai Yiquan would have wanted to leave. However, the old teacher didn't seem to notice Bai Yiquan's expression, and said to himself: "We almost don't recruit students, and this interview is only held for a few people. ”

Hearing this, Bai Yiquan felt that he might as well stay and listen to what else they could say. As a good young man of the motherland and the successor of communism under the red flag, he has seen too many deceptions on the Internet, and he thinks that he will not be deceived by any scammers, and now is a good time to test his ability to prevent fraud.

"It's like the Vatican's seminary, and the admissions conditions are very demanding. ”

Bai Yiquan sighed in his heart, thinking to himself, why didn't you say that you were from Hogwarts or Kassel House? As a street writer on a fiction website, he is familiar with these plots.

"It seems that you don't believe me. The old teacher smiled, "Is there any doubt about it?"

Bai Yiquan thought for a moment and asked, "Where is your school? America or England? Is it called Kassel Academy or Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"It's not in the U.S., it's not in the UK, it's not a name, if I had to say yes, it's THIRD. The old teacher said calmly, "It seems that you don't believe me, so there is no intention of continuing this interview." ”

The deception has still been exposed, and Bai Yiquan is still a little proud in his heart. The old teacher's words meant to him to admit defeat, so he prepared to leave. However, at this moment, the old teacher suddenly stopped him and threw him something.

Bai Yiquan caught it with his hand and found that it was a pure black matchbox with a gilded [THIRD] printed on the box.

"In the sixteenth century, during the Age of Discovery, European fleets went on expeditions to Africa, and the indigenous peoples who were still in primitive societies were forced into slavery. The old teacher said slowly, "Have you ever thought about why?"

Bai Yiquan was stunned, this is common sense, junior high school students know it.

"For example, in the eyes of the natives, fire is the power of the gods. The old teacher also took out a box of matches, and with a slight stroke, orange flames appeared on the matches, like a morning light piercing the darkness, "But in the eyes of Europeans, fire is just an ordinary power." ”

When Bai Yiquan left the classroom, the girl from before was still leaning on the aisle and blowing bubbles. The pale golden afterglow lit up the side of her face, pulling her graceful figure to the ground. Bai Yiquan couldn't stop peeking at her a few times, and originally wanted to go up and talk to her, but he really couldn't find a reason, so he could only leave lightly, for fear of alarming her.

"Hey. The girl spoke suddenly.

Bai Yiquan was stunned and looked back at the girl. There were still just two of them in the hallway, and it was clear that the girl was calling him.

"Hopefully we can become alumni. ”

The girl dropped a sentence, didn't give Bai Yiquan a chance to reply, and walked back to the classroom by herself, leaving Bai Yiquan standing alone in a daze.

......

"It's nerve-wracking. The old teacher complained to the girl who returned to the classroom, "He doesn't believe us at all, obviously it wasn't that troublesome when he interviewed you in the first place." ”

"I'm not like him. The girl sat on a stool and started playing with her phone.

"See what he's thinking?"

"What can you think? Initial uneasiness, then suspicion, and finally self-righteousness that sees through everything. The girl shrugged, "I was very nervous when she saw me, probably because of a hormonal attack." ”

"Great, if I had your ability to know what he was thinking, I would be able to say something to him. The old teacher looked envious.

"If you were a monster since you were a child, you wouldn't envy me so much, Mentor Herme. The girl said without raising her head, "Also, I don't think he is the same kind of person as us, he doesn't have any closeness to us, that's why he scoffs at the facts, whether he is just a self-righteous ordinary person or a dead child." ”

"Really?" Hermo looked at the girl with a puzzled face, "Then why do you say you are looking forward to becoming an alumnus with him?"

"Because someone has already decided to take him back. ”

The girl looked up and bowed to the young man who was silent by the window, and Hermo looked at the young man. The young man did not turn around, and looked out the window all the time. Due to time constraints, interviews at most schools are over, and students are leaving the campus one after another. There was only one lonely figure on the playground, that was Bai Yiquan who had just left the classroom, the setting sun fell on him, and his shadow was like a black candle, swaying in the cold wind.

"The allusion you just said is a bit wrong. The young man felt the eyes of both of them focus on him, and finally spoke slowly, "The first match factory was only established in Sweden in 1855, and it was already some years before the so-called Age of Discovery. ”

"Really?" Hermo scratched his head, "Well, it seems that I still don't know enough about your world. Is the reason why Bai Yiquan doesn't trust us because I told the wrong origin of the match?"

"No, he won't look into this kind of history. The young man shook his head, "As you think, he doesn't trust us precisely because he's an ordinary person. ”

"Then why are you—"

"Take him back to accompany the Snow Maiden. The young man whispered, "After all, he is too much like that man." ”