Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

A black windbreaker was draped over her body, and a few strands of her hair were messy.

Jiang Chaan walked over and patted her shoulder gently.

"teacher."

Before the other party gets angry, she first pushes out two candies as a sign of friendship: "Can I make a brief complaint?"

"You are so good -" the teacher leaned back in his chair and laughed, his tone a little playful, "Tell me."

Jiang Chaan told everything exactly, including what happened in the dormitory.

Ranbai raised his dark and sharp eyebrows: "Only one?"

I don't know if this tone is surprise or regret, but it has a bit of a nasal sound that sounds like I haven't woken up. I'm not sure.

Jiang Chaan's tone was very sweet: "There will be more."

Ranbai pinched her face, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I understand, I will handle the matter. Do you know what time you get off work here?"

"07:30."

Night self-study begins at 07:30, and you are not allowed to go to the office after that. It is clearly stipulated.

Jiang Cha'an walked out, went to the door, and closed the door for her. The curtains in the office were halfway drawn, and she sat there with a stack of regulations from No. [-] Middle School in front of her.

It was like a suspended iron chain, tightly wrapped around the entire No. [-] Middle School.

She lowered her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

Vague and mysterious.

I can't always remember my face.

Is it the rule itself?

Or an identity in another sense.

"Isn't it interesting?" System 003 tilted its head and said to its host, "People from different time and space have intersected."

"Time is up."

The office was empty.

The curtains fluttered.

There is only a page in the notebook in front of the desk with a black pen.

There were seven names written in a scrawled handwriting.

I drew a lot of it with a red pen.

It doesn't look like the color of the pen.

More like bright red cinnabar.

The evening self-study in No. [-] Middle School does not involve lectures. It is used to organize the day's courses and homework. If everything is in order, you can also go to the library to study.There were very few people at this time.

The walls of the library were lit with candles.

Jiang Chaan walked in, and his thin and thin figure fell into the rows of tall wooden bookshelves, overturning and getting lost at any time.

The candle flickered.

Jiang Chaan stopped and looked at the candle for a long time.

Someone had just cut the candlelight.

Have you ever heard of weird stories in libraries?
A girl went to read a book with her three good friends. As she walked, she found that she had gone to the bookshelf in which row and everyone else had disappeared. At this time, her good friend patted her from behind. shoulder and shouted her name.

The girl was startled and asked where you all went. A few good friends shook their books and said, let's leave quickly.

A few people walked deeper and deeper into the library, walking around in circles, but couldn't find the door.

The girl suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

Because she remembered...

Several of her friends seemed not to agree to come to the library with her.

And the people behind you...

"Hi, Jiang Chaan."

A girl patted her on the shoulder: "Why don't you speak? I've been looking for you for a long time."

"That's right, have you found the book? Let's go quickly."

Jiang Chaan looked at the two familiar faces in front of him, Jiang Siqi and Rao Yining who had retired.

She smiled slightly.

"it is good."

Empty bookshelves, closed space.

No end in sight.

There is something Ginger Chaan is looking for.

If you could kill a god.

If only it were here.

She just lacked a reason.

Only this time, the reality is different from the story.

The library has no end. In the center is a square circular bookshelf that surrounds the ground. The ground is also a convex circle. After walking up three floors, the pattern on it looks like some kind of divination prayer.