Game of Destiny: This player is different.

During this period, a young lady of Caucasian American nationality bravely came to ask Hanlin Zimo if he would sell a fish.

In her impression, the Chinese are good people who are willing to help others and talkative.

In the end, before Hanlin Zimo could refuse, Qin Nuo hit the ground with one fist, and after punching a half-meter-deep pit in the gravel, the white lady ran away in desperation.

All the scrutinizing gazes from before were immediately withdrawn, and he didn't dare to take another look.

Indeed, as Qin Nuo speculated, when everyone settled down and focused on fishing, the frequency of bait bites did increase.

Xinghua Weiyu and Hanlin Zimo caught 2 fish in succession, Qin Nuo caught 1 fish, and the saddest arrow with the worst luck got off to a good start in the 92nd minute.

In the end, Hanlin Zimo split one. Brother Arrow confirmed that a Xiba player was not a ghost in disguise, so he brazenly tried to snatch one. The four players successfully completed the required number 1 minutes before the mission deadline.

With a thought, their figures disappeared from the spot and left the Anxin River.

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clang clang-

The crisp ringing sound is clearly transmitted to the ear.

Opening his eyes, Qin Nuo found himself sitting at an old desk.

On the table are file bags, notebooks, teaching materials and many other items that he is very familiar with but unfamiliar.

Looking up and looking around, the walls of the not-so-large cement tile house are white, and above the huge portrait in the center, a line of red slogans is very eye-catching——

[Go to the countryside, go to the frontier, go to what the motherland needs most! 】

"Ah..."

Qin Norton felt bad.

Chapter 545 Continuation of the Ancient Village's Strange Story (5), the new identity after teleportation

"Personal Education Edition Junior High School Textbook", "Abacus Compilation Exercises for Teachers' Training College", "Chinese Trial Book for Primary School Teachers' Training Books", "History of Social Development in Middle School Political Textbooks"...

Qin Nuo stabilized his thoughts and flipped through the old books piled up on the table.

The content of the teaching materials covers many subjects from elementary school to junior high school, and the span is quite large.

When I opened the drawer, I found several palm-sized pieces of paper neatly placed inside.

"Li Yaoqiang, in the second semester of the fifth grade, the tuition and miscellaneous fees received are [-] yuan and [-] cents."

Qin Nuo took out one, "This receipt will be considered invalid if there is no school seal, seal of the person in charge, seal of the payee, etc., and it will not be refunded if you drop out of school or transfer to another school, and will not be accepted if you transfer to another school.

The time of collection was September 1971, 9. "

In the lower right corner of the receipt is a red seal of "Ganhua Primary School, Jinping Township, Luoshan County".

Qin Nuo spent 30 seconds quickly inspecting the things in front of him, and probably understood his identity.

A rural elementary school teacher who responded to the current call and came from the city to teach in impoverished mountainous areas.

"So it's role-playing this time?"

He took out his pocket and took out a few dime notes, half a pack of "Green Bamboo" cigarettes and a box of matches from the inner lining. "He's still a very poor character, with less than 3 yuan in total."

clang clang-

The crisp ringing of the bell still echoed in my ears.

Qin Nuo tightened the thin cotton coat he was wearing, got up and left the desk.

Accompanied by the tooth-piercing creaking sound of the wooden door, a world covered in silver comes into sight.

White snow covered the sky and the ground, and the crystal snowflakes were mixed in the cold wind and slapped on the face.

"Dinner is ready, dinner is ready~"

Under the shack built in the corner of the playground, a young woman shouted loudly.

Holding a rusty broken iron pipe in his hand, he beat the iron pieces hanging from the mud wall back and forth.

You can see several bamboo baskets and large steaming basins neatly placed together.

More than a dozen children in shabby clothes lined up in front of the shack with their dishes and chopsticks full of anticipation.

The heavy snow condensed stubble on their faces, and their small heads were all dyed white.

From time to time, children ran out of the nearby mud houses, stepped on the mud and water, yelled across the playground, and swarmed towards the shack.

Qin Nuo put his hands in his pockets and leaned over curiously.

Boiled radishes are placed in a large porcelain pot, and some chili pepper oil flowers and vegetable leaves are floating on the surface of the weak soup.

The bamboo basket is filled with black steamed buns made of buckwheat grains.

"Hello teacher."

"Hello teacher."

"Hello teacher."

When these children saw Qin Nuo, they all greeted Qin Nuo politely and respectfully.

There was both fear and admiration in his eyes.

The woman who rang the bell smiled sweetly at him, put down the iron pipe and began to distribute meals to everyone.

Two steamed buns and a bowl of clear soup per person.

Qin Nuo noticed that there were some compacted yellow steamed buns under the black briquettes, and several clean-dressed little guys lined up alone, and took away this different food under the envious eyes of others.

Qin Nuo stood silently by the side, carefully observing the group of children whose actual age is estimated to be their grandparents.

They are basically dressed in old-fashioned coarse cloth clothes, the paint is unevenly dyed, thick and thin, as if they have not been washed, and they look dirty.

The trousers were obviously cut by adults after they were worn out. The cloth was long, and the trouser legs were tied up with two ropes to prevent cold air from escaping from below.

"Mr. Zhou, I've prepared all your meals in advance, and they're in the kitchen."

The woman cooking rice turned her head to the side and said in a low voice while she was busy, "It's hot in the pot."

She blinked her eyes when she spoke, as if she was afraid that others would hear her.

Teacher Zhou?

Am I called this in the screenplay world?

Qin Nuo groaned, and looked him up and down.

It wasn't until he looked at the woman a little embarrassed, turned his head with slightly flushed cheeks, and then turned and left.

"I'm not a player, so I'm just a plot character, and my status in this school seems to be good."

Qin Nuo analyzed the information he had just observed, and scanned left and right to find his teammates.

It has been about ten minutes since the teleportation, why don't you see those three guys?

Searching for flavors, he bypassed several mud huts, and finally found the kitchen next to the vegetable field.

Pushing open the door, there were three figures standing on the spot.

Two men and one woman, all dressed in similar miserable ways.

The yellow rubber shoes on my feet had long since lost their laces and were tied with two rags.

The trousers hung narrowly on the half-leg handles, and there were many mending marks on them.

The four of them looked at each other and looked at each other.

A few seconds later, one of the middle-aged people asked in an uncertain tone: "How many floors does a bag of rice have to carry?"

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows, "One bag of rice has to be carried to the second floor."

"The second floor can't carry it."

"Sparassi pinch."

"Brother Qin?"

"Brother Arrow?"

After confirming each other's identities, Qin Nuo looked at the other two.

Needless to say, it must be Hanlin Zimo and Xinghua Weiyu.

After a brief conversation, the three of them didn't receive a follow-up mission briefing after the teleportation, so they had to stay here and play man-to-man.

"it's wired."

Qin Nuo rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "I feel that the efficiency of the system has declined recently, could it be that the server is updating and iterating?

Or is the firewall version not working and has been attacked by hackers? "

"It's not playing online games, where did the server come from?

Besides, I think that with the system's supernatural powers, no one would dare to attack it. "

Xinghua Weiyu squinted her eyes and complained, her left cheek was bulging up, obviously chewing something.

Hanlin Zimo answered in a low voice: "Brother Qin's words do have some truth. Recently, many of our operators said that the trigger rate of regular missions has dropped by about 40% compared to before, which greatly affects the upgrade speed."

operator?

Hearing this word, Xinghua Weiyu was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a look of alertness: "You... are from the official organization?

704 rounds or dragon group? "

"Hey, hey, little sister, the dragon group is a fictitious word created by online novels, and Guo Jia doesn't have such an organization at all."

Sad Yijian put his arms around his chest, and said quite proudly: "The other one you guessed right, Zimo and I belong to Bureau 704, so we can be counted as colleagues."

"Can you be counted as a colleague? So Brother Arrow, you haven't become a regular yet.

I remember that you were already on probation a long time ago, you must have failed the assessment. "

Qin Nuo lifted the lid of the pot while feeling terrified, and sure enough, he found a solid meal in the iron pot.

There is soup and water, and the vegetable leaves are pushed aside, and there is even a thin slice of meat hidden underneath.

"Uh...it's only been three months, how can I fail the assessment based on my ability."

Sad Yijian pleaded with empty eyes.

Hanlin Zimo next to him looked embarrassed, as if he knew the truth but it was not convenient to tell.

Xinghua Weiyu's face became more guarded.

I dare say you three have known each other for a long time, but I am the only one who is new here.

Chapter 546 Continuation of the Ancient Village's Mysteries (6), each other's identities

Ignoring Xinghua Weiyu's vigilance like a kitten, Qin Nuo picked up the bowl and chopsticks and fell into thought.

Compared with the poor food eaten by the students, not only the amount of mine was larger, but it was even meaty.

Considering the current background, this treatment is remarkable.

Although it is a basic rule for players not to eat food from the script world, Qin Nuo did not choose to throw it away.

Instead, take out an insulated lunch box and keep the food.

"Brother Qin, what are you doing?" Sad and puzzled.

"Leave things to those who need them. Brother Jian, please call me Mr. Zhou now."

Qin Nuo stuffed the lunch box into the backpack rack with a serious tone.

"what?"

Just when I was sad and raised a question mark, and wanted to ask, the system prompt sounded.

[Pre-task: Obtaining 3 fish by the Anxin River has been completed]

[Mission Rewards: Random props will be sent to the inventory column, and experience rewards will be settled together after all missions are completed]

【Current task update】

[Task goal of the first stage: find out the truth about students dropping out of school]

[Task time limit: 72 hours]