perfect traverser

This country is shrouded in the surveillance of icy machines, and the people of this country are constantly being watched.

No matter where you are, no matter what you do, there will always be a cold vision around you.

After settling herself down, Wan Zi came to the street with some comfort to enjoy the city scenery.

He watched the robots moving around, and the crowds hurrying by, passing shop after shop at oddly slow steps.

I sigh in my heart that this city is more prosperous than the world I have been to before, but looking at the buildings that are glowing with cold light under the sun, Wan Zi felt a sense of chilling inexplicably.

Too advanced technology can sometimes become a disaster. Wan Zi thought of the Sibyl system that controlled the entire city, and gave this system a vivid name, "Witch System", which is really close and vivid.

In the surging crowd, Wan Zi walked aimlessly step by step, and when he came back to his senses, Wan Zi saw Yingshuang Academy, which he had only visited a few days ago.

This is the second time for Wan Zi to come here. In his heart, Wan Zi thinks that his role in this world gives him a weak sense of belonging, because it is recognized, isn't it?

Wan Zi raised his head to look at the dazzling sun, and walked in openly.

All the people I met along the way were girls. Also, in a women's college, can you still ask for male classmates?

"Hello Makishima-sensei!"

Here, Wan Zi smiled at another female student who greeted him, thinking narcissistically that he was still very popular, but never thought that it was not himself but his skin that was popular.

Enjoy all the way to the teacher's office.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw many teachers. Wan Zi greeted him calmly, and finally went to his seat and sat down without missing a beat.

"Mr. Makishima, no class today?" The person who asked Wan Zi was a woman in her thirties, with a typical "I'm proud to be a teacher of the people" expression on her face. She saw that Wan Zi had always been very friendly. The people came over to greet each other.

"Well, it's thanks to me that I'm not the most popular teacher." Wan Zi teased himself in a relaxed tone. He glanced at the lesson plan in the woman's hand, smiled, and said in an admiring tone, "The most popular teacher among teachers You are the one who is busy, and yes, because you are so popular, you are so busy."

Listening to Wan Zi's words, embarrassment flashed across the woman's face, and then she looked at Wan Zi with some pride, "Everyone is a teacher, this kind of thing is nothing."

After finishing speaking, he checked the time, and before Wan Zi could speak, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Makishima, I'm sorry, I'm going to class."

"Then I'll see you later." As soon as Wan Zi finished speaking, the woman hurried out without losing her image.

Wan Zi looked around, there were only a few people.

From the beginning to the end, Wan Zi never mentioned the teacher's name, so he calmly dealt with it without any effort.

Wan Zi looked at the table of his seat with a little complacency.

Um?This is?

Wan Zi picked up the books on the table. If he remembered correctly, he had already taken the books on the table when he came a few days ago, so what are these books now?

Wan Zi was puzzled. He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't come to a conclusion. Maybe he didn't see it that day, or maybe the borrower returned it.

Wan Zi looked at the drawer, and the things in it were neatly arranged. At this time, Wan Zi hadn't thought about other things at all, such as those books, and the things he messed up and put in order.

He closed the drawer and put the books that he had messed up back in their original place.

Wan Zi, who didn't find anything, stood up again, and walked out with nothing to do.

He looked at the school's facilities and layout, and casually thought that this school is really rich.

"Makishima-sensei?" A voice came from behind.Wan Zi thought about it, isn't this the girl she met that day?

He turned around, looked at this girl with outstanding temperament and said, "Wang Lingli Huazi, I'm glad we met again."

There was a gentler smile on Wan Zi's face.The moment he saw this girl, Wan Zi determined the goal of his plan, which was this girl.

Wang Lingli Huazi looked at the person in front of her with tenderness in her eyes, and for a moment she felt that this chilling school was not so cold anymore.

Wang Lingli Huazi, whose eyes became a little softer, looked at this person whom he was not very familiar with, raised a not-so-fake smile and said, "Mr. Makishima is really joking, don't we meet every day at school?"

Looking at the man who put down his guard, Wan Zi looked at Wang Lingli Huazi with a roguish face, "No, I'm talking about our first meeting today, isn't it?"

After saying this, Wan Zi looked at Wang Lingli Huazi quietly.

Wang Ling didn't see Li Huazi answering for a long time, so Wan Zi had no choice but to continue talking. He looked at the calm, elegant and attractive girl, "Isn't Li Huazi going to class? I heard the bell for class had already rang. Are you skipping class?"

Deliberately stopping here to take a look at Wang Lingli Huazi's reaction, Wan Zi went on to say, "Those who skip class are not good boys."

Wan Zi swears, at that moment, he saw Wang Lingli Huazi's mouth twitch.

Regarding Wan Zi's words, Wang Lingli Huazi's face was calm, and she glanced at Wan Zi without blushing or panting, "This is because Mr. Makishima has been talking to me." So the skipping class is all because of Wan Zi, This is what Wang Lingli Huazi said.

Wan Zi, who was choked for a moment, couldn't see that Wang Ling Li Huazi's cold face turned out to be such a poisonous tongue, Wan Zi got a sword in the chest and said, "Then Li Huazi, let's go to class first."

With the smile on his face still unchanged, Wan Zi said to Wang Lingli Huazi.

"Then, Mr. Makishima, goodbye." Speaking indifferently, Wang Lingli Huazi turned around and left. It's the high-flying guy who's popular with the students at school.

Instead of this person who has the posture of a girl like ordinary people.

Wan Zi withdrew his gaze, he did not miss the defense and coldness deep in Wang Lingli Huazi's eyes, but the current result is already the best, Wan Zi thought, he looked at the reflection reflected on the window. His own face, alas, the world is full of gray-haired teenagers, is this the real reason why he didn't live long?

The system in the distance looked profound.

Immediately returning to the status of a good gentleman, Wan Zi adjusted his status, and walked towards the school gate in a serious manner.

The road was quiet and leisurely, because it was class time, Wan Zi could hear the sound of reading, at this time, Wan Zi inexplicably remembered his student days, that youth that he passed away without ups and downs finally had no chance anymore.

Wan Zi wore the clothes she was still wearing a few days ago, and walked out of the school leisurely with her hands in her trouser pockets.

When he was leaving, he saw the security guard who had helped him from a distance, and Wan Zi waved his hand friendly to say goodbye.

The security guard behind him looked at Wan Zi strangely, looked at Wan Zi's figure, and then thought about the person he had only seen a few minutes ago, what is this for?

The security guard patted his head, surprised, and looked at Wan Zi who had just entered the school gate for a few minutes and now went out again with a puzzled expression on his face.

Makishima Shenghu walked to the office where he was, glanced casually at the desktop, and then picked up an imperceptible silver-white hair scattered beside the book with his slender fingers, and looked at the book in his hand against the sunlight seeping in from the window. His hair became brighter, his mouth lifted into a pleasant smile, and it was the first time that Makishima Seigo, whose eyes were terribly deep, felt that there was one thing that could make him so happy.

He gently put the hair in his hand into the pages of his book, with an unfathomable expression.

Then, I opened the Shakespeare's "Macpeth" on the table: "If you were a lion, the fox would come to deceive you; if you were a lamb, the fox would come and eat you; if you were a fox, in case When a liar denounces you, the lions will be suspicious of you; if you become a liar, your stupidity will make you suffer, and you will be the jackal's breakfast."

Makishima Shōgo's voice was quiet and powerful, and he read this passage in a low and magnetic tone, and he laughed softly.Then, he closed the book and said in a low voice, "So, what will you do?"

At this time, a gust of uneven wind suddenly blew from the outside, and the book that had just been closed was opened with a "crash".

Makishima Shenggo leaned on the chair, raised his head and looked at the green ocean in the distance.

Then, thinking of the person on the virtual social networking site that I just selected that interested me, I was in a good mood and widened the arc of the smile on the corner of my mouth.

Picking up the book on the table, Makishima Shōgo walked towards the classroom he was about to go to.

Makishima Shenghu looked over the students in the classroom, paused for a second on a person, and then moved away without a trace, is it Wang Ling's daughter?

Makishima Shogo caressed the edge of the book with his fingers.

The daughter of the talented painter he was interested in recently, just wonder if she is a talented person?

Walking down slowly, looking at the paintings made by the students, browsing them one by one, stiff without a trace of artistry, numb and unable to show themselves.

Finally, he came to Wang Lingli Huazi's side, looked at the distortion and pathos in the painting, and parted his lips in satisfaction.

"Use hatred as a sharpening stone to sharpen your sword, and turn grief into anger." Makishima Shōgo said suddenly.

Wangling Lihuazi's eyes suddenly flashed as she faced the easel. She still maintained the original painting movement. At that moment, the pause when she heard Makishima Shenghu's words seemed to have disappeared, and the paintbrush she was holding was still on the set The painting is described bit by bit.

There was no other reaction to the words of the person behind him.

And Makishima Shenghu didn't seem to care, and continued his steps, leaving Wangling Lihuazi's side, as if what he said just now was just a whim.

But whether the truth is a whim or not, no one can tell, except Makishima Shōgo.

As for Wang Lingli Huazi, she heard a trace of interest and appreciation for what she said just now, and she slightly felt that she had changed within a few hours of seeing him in this place, that was a kind of deep beast. Sniffing the prey, at least, that's how Wang Lingli Huazi felt it.

She stopped, looked at her beautiful, beautiful and happy painting in people's eyes, and smiled inexplicably, hey, who knows what this painting is going to express in the end?

People only believe what they see on the surface, but ignore the darkness and tragedy in the depths, don't they?

The sound of "rustling" brushes falling on the drawing paper echoed in the quiet classroom.

Wang Lingli Huazi glanced at the person who had returned to his podium, and quietly picked up the paintbrush.

Who knows what secrets are hidden in this quiet classroom?And what about those struggles hidden in the dark?

Who are they?

Nobody knows.

The author has something to say: I’m here again to thank those who supported me [Show cute and roll]

Then thank you for looking back and silently watching a landmine thrown in my column. I just saw it today and said, forgive me, hey, come here.

Then, those who read my article are all domineering and sideways, and those who leave comments for me are all people who look down on all sentient beings.

Finally, the author once again thanks the little angels who supported me. l3l4