While the spirit game is in progress

early morning.

Ye Dill opened her eyes, but didn't feel any special feeling in her body.

She didn't dream at night, and after waking up, she didn't feel more energetic than usual, or her five senses became better, or there were any changes in her body.

Sure enough, that bottle of Sprite was just an ordinary bottle of Sprite.

The only thing that is a little special...

Ye Dill turned her head and glanced at the Sprite bottle on the bedside table.

The Sprite bottle that was originally empty was now full again, as if it had never been opened.

...it can really refill itself.

Ye Dill stretched, got up and washed up, put the Sprite bottle in the backpack, put the pudding in the pocket of the down jacket, and left the house directly.

To celebrate Ye Shuai's birthday yesterday, the family of three didn't come back all night.

Take advantage of this time to leave quickly, so as not to meet them later, she will be forced to stay and take care of them.They don't care if they are late for school.

This morning's politics class, the teacher is notoriously strict, and credits will definitely be deducted for being late.

As a college student, Ye Dill's daily classes are not particularly full. For example, today, there is only one political class.

It's just that this class happened to be the first class in the morning, so she had to get up early to catch up.

When Ye Diluo found the classroom, Lin Xiaoxiao happened to enter the classroom too, and the two sat down next to each other.

After a while, the political teacher came.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a serious face, and he seemed to be a stricter type.

The political teacher put down the courseware in his hand, and when the class bell rang, he turned on the multimedia equipment and took out a piece of chalk from the podium.

Lin Xiaoxiao approached Ye Dill, and whispered with a smile: "Dill, after class, let's go to the snack street to buy some snacks!"

Ye Dill responded, and was about to speak, when suddenly a blur appeared in front of her eyes.

When he came back to his senses, there were screams in the classroom.

Ye Diluo felt a "thump" in her heart, and immediately looked up and looked around.

The desks and chairs are all gone, the walls around the classroom are gone, even the blackboard and the podium are gone.

But all the students in the classroom and the political teacher are still there.

Other than that, nothing.

In the distance is a blur of nothingness, as if it has been mosaiced, with no end in sight.

Leaf dill: "..."

This familiar picture.

"What's going on?" Lin Xiaoxiao looked confused, "I just felt dazzled suddenly, and then..."

She realized something was wrong belatedly, and opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Aren't I in the classroom? This... Where the hell is this?"

"You are still within the scope of the classroom." A cold voice sounded.

Then, the political teacher was taken aback and subconsciously threw something out of his hand.

The thing happened to be thrown at Ye Dill's feet. She looked down and saw that it was a white chalk.

Even after being thrown so far, the chalk didn't break, it stood up by itself, and then slowly suspended in mid-air.

"Because the political teacher picked me up, it triggered me," Chalk continued on his own, ignoring the frightened expressions on the students' faces, "The whole classroom is within my sphere of influence, but I can't affect the classroom ’ This building, so in this scene, you can’t see the classroom.”