Madness ecstasy

"Let's do our morning reading first; we can figure it out later!"

Doudou’s new semester began like this.

-

During the radio gymnastics after two classes, Ruan Jingbo did not go downstairs to do the exercises - in fact, she had not moved since she climbed onto her seat.

After the radio gymnastics ended, Doudou's homeroom teacher followed the crowd up:

He and his math teacher each covered their mouths and whispered for a long time; their facial features were twisted and they looked as if they were suffering from constipation.

If their eyes were not fixed on the motionless Ruan Jingbo, Dou Dou would have thought they were sharing the secret of curing stomachache.

But Ruan Jingbo's parents did not come to the school to take her home.

During math class, a crumpled paper ball passed from the back row to Doudou's hand, instantly waking him up from his drowsiness.

The first line reads:

[Ruan Jingbo is an alien. Be careful not to be alone with her.]

The second line is in a different handwriting, with a horizontal line crossing out the first line:

[Jingbo has been replaced by an alien. This is fake. (The teacher can't believe it either. He might be an alien too.)]

This isn't just for him.

Because there are three words written at the end: "Pass it on to the future."

Chapter 99 Twitching Tongue

【This this this】

Doudou was shocked when he saw the contents of the note. He could hardly hold the note steady.

I'm obviously very familiar with aliens! Why hasn't anyone come to consult me? Are they just passing notes around?

It seems I'm not the only one in the class who knows some strange anecdotes about aliens:

In addition to the cosmic monsters that "Parapsychological Exploration" often published, Doudou also bought a pirated series of books called "Unsolved Mysteries of the World" at a street stall.

There is a lot of content in it about cases of extraterrestrial civilizations that have spread in recent years.

There are all sorts of personal experiences, including seeing UFOs and chatting with little gray beings walking down from flying saucers; of course, there is also the bizarre and secret history of falling in love with aliens.

Stories of people around us being replaced by aliens are common in those rough papers.

But half of the morning had already passed, and Doudou hadn't even thought about it in this direction.

[Damn, am I too insensitive? ]

He considered himself an expert in this field - according to Doudou's standards, this term was probably somewhere between an amateur and an expert - but other students got there first in their wild ideas, which dealt a heavy blow to Doudou's professional self-confidence.

However, although the conjecture was put forward early, it may not be correct:

He threw all his thoughts aside about quadratic functions and plane geometry, automatically blocking out the math teacher's nagging. Doudou began to search his vast store of alien knowledge.

【oh! 】

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Doudou. He suddenly realized that the truth was hidden in this chaotic mess of thoughts; it was just that other students did not have such a rich knowledge reserve as him, which caused a fog to cover their eyes.

[No, not aliens! ]

Doudou didn't think that this classmate he couldn't remember was actually a cosmic life:

In fact, he felt that Ruan Jingbo should be a

robot!--

Doudou had heard something similar on the radio before - large companies had already developed bionic robot technology that was no different from natural humans, and for some shady conspiracy, they had placed them in every corner of society.

For example, why do the couriers of the Asia-Europe Postal Service even deliver packages to the Himalayas? Because they are mixed with man-made machines that appear to be human but are actually made of steel.

[Wow, I forgot to ask Lao Li if this is true!]

I didn't have the chance to verify this strange story with Richard before, and now I think about it, I do feel a little regretful.

Maybe Ruan Jingbo escaped from a laboratory a few years ago and forged an identity to attend Mong Cai No. 5 Middle School - but no one repaired it for too long, and finally the operating system became disordered and the actions became chaotic.

As we all know, aliens don't walk like locusts; nor will they imitate locusts to practice their martial arts: wouldn't they be exposed to humans in three minutes?

It can be seen that there are still fallacies in the students' inferences.

Doudou quickly picked up his pen and prepared to add a few words to the note. He pondered for a moment, then wrote down the truth he had uncovered in his imagined professional tone:

[Not aliens. If aliens wanted to infiltrate, they would have to imitate humans more carefully (see "The Thing").]

He also combined his classmates' guesses with his own—this made it easier to convince people, a little cunning used in debate:

[But what everyone said isn't entirely wrong. I suspect she's actually a robot disguised as a human, but aliens corrupted her software, causing her to become like this.]

[Everyone is welcome to continue participating in the discussion and maintain the safety and peace of the class.]

He wrote a long paragraph in one breath, and glanced at the math teacher who was sitting on the podium with droopy eyes:

[The math teacher is definitely not an alien. Many aliens can communicate through brain waves, so their lectures wouldn't make people so sleepy; the teacher might be a great hypnotist lurking among the people.]

Doudou originally wanted to hand the note to Ai Xi and ask her to help him draw a diagram or something -

But when I turned around, I saw Ai Xi had fallen asleep on the table.

"Ahem!"

Doudou crumpled the note into a ball again, cleared his throat pretentiously, and passed it to the student in front of him from under the desk; he accidentally poked a hole in the iron stool of the student in front of him.

-

The math class continued, and Doudou watched the paper balls being passed back and forth between the five fingers under each desk.

The students opened the paper balls one by one: some raised their eyebrows, some rolled their eyes; no one knew what conclusions everyone had come to.

However, Doudou, who was originally drowsy after listening to the song, became more energetic because of this little episode--

It was like a blessing in a severe drought; otherwise, at this time of the day, Doudou would have started snoring like Ai Xi. I don't know why she can sleep so much in class.

He scratched his head, tore off another page from his exercise book, and wrote a question carefully:

[Are you a robot or an alien?]

After thinking about it, he crossed out the three words "alien" and wrote them in small letters - after all, the possibility was not great.

Doudou crumpled up the slip of paper and prepared to toss it onto Ruan Jingbo's desk while the math teacher turned to write on the blackboard.

Snapped!

There was a loud noise at the front of the classroom--

The math teacher slammed the podium, and chalk dust rose like a cloud:

"Where on earth are you going to send that paper ball? Are you going to send it to the United Nations?!"

He strode down the raised steps beside the podium and snatched the ball of paper that had been passed to the first row at some point.

The math teacher, with sweat glistening on his forehead, unfolded a wrinkled and dirty ball of paper. For the first time, the middle-aged man's face showed a confused expression that mixed thought, astonishment, approval, and fear.

At least Doudou had never seen it before--

Finally he coughed with a phlegm-filled sound, shook his head, and stuffed the paper into his trouser pocket:

"Don't pass notes in class, just listen!"

So Doudou had no way of knowing the result of this small written meeting.

The "investigation work" came to a standstill for the entire afternoon.

The breaks between classes were too short, and after school, I had to rush out of the school gate with Ai Xi and go to the roast meat shop to grab a seat for dinner. The cafeteria was the most crowded when school started, so Dou Dou simply gave up this option with the shortest distance.

During lunch break, I have to catch up on the homework assigned in the morning so that I won’t have time to play games in the evening.

【School starts, and that brings trouble.】

On the first day of class, Dou Dou began to miss the happy times of summer vacation.

After a busy schedule, Doudou forgot to ask Ruan Jingbo about her unusual condition; nor did he have time to discuss the results of the paper meeting with his classmates one by one:

Ruan Jingbo seemed to not need to eat or drink water; and no parents came to check on him - he was almost like the god of the classroom.

While Doudou was busy with his homework, he glanced at her a few times: her eyelashes didn't even move.

「Haha——I knew it! It’s a robot after all.」

Ai Xi, on the other hand, had gone off on his own after lunch, returning only near afternoon classes. Both of them were busy and had no time to delve into the details of this mysterious classmate.

It was delayed like this until school was over in the afternoon.

-

The school music had already played twice. The noisy voices gradually faded, sinking into darkness along with the sky.

Doudou sat cross-legged on the desk, sniffing the smell of fried food wafting from the school gate: the snack stall was doing business and would probably be open until night.

The sky outside the window turned orange, and the only sounds on the playground were the dull thuds of basketballs hitting each other and the occasional crisp hits from the basket.

The student on duty quickly swept the classroom floor and rushed home.

The only people left in the class were Dou Dou, Ai Xi who had just gone to see the head teacher, and Ruan Jingbo who was still sitting in his seat like he was performing a sculpture.

If it weren't for the need to unravel the mystery of the robot or alien in front of him, Doudou would have gone to the school gate to do some shopping and feast on food.

"What did the homeroom teacher say? He seems quite calm and collected! Do you think he really is an alien?"

Ai Xi shook her head, moved a chair over, and sat down next to Ruan Jingbo. The scar on her cheek was reflected bright red by the sunset:

"Teacher Wang said Jingbo wasn't feeling well and asked everyone to help take care of him. He's been pretty tight-lipped, so we can't get anything out of him. He's probably just like us, completely clueless."

"Normally, at least the parents should come over to take a look. But, it seems like he doesn't take it seriously?"

"When I arrived, he was still sleeping on his desk—"

Buzz.

The conversation suddenly stopped.

Doudou and Ai Xi both heard a faint sound coming from their side, like a mosquito or fly flitting around their ears. In the quiet campus at that moment, it was almost jarring.

The humming grew louder, and they turned their heads:

Ruan Jingbo's tongue tip was vibrating in his wide-open mouth; his eyes were as round as a goldfish.

The vibrations grew more intense until they turned into writhing movements, then into a frantic tremor, like a living snake. The tip of the tongue danced, leaving a blurry afterimage, as if a drill were drilling holes in the classroom.

Doudou quickly moved closer:

"Ah! Now she wants to speak!"

This was the first time today that she tried to speak—or to express anything at all:

“.%@#@!#@￥.”

It was not until the trembling of the tongue gradually stopped and turned into spasm-like twitching that they were gradually able to hear what Ruan Jingbo said.

Broken, distorted, indistinguishable:

"Wowo--suck, suck, happy, depressed. Wow, wow, wow! Disaster, look, look, five quiet memories--three, three graceful. Witch."

Doudou’s frown could break a screw, but he still couldn’t understand what she was saying.

But he didn't dare to interrupt, he just listened carefully to the strange words that kept repeating -

Ai Xi lowered his hand from his ear and wrote down Ruan Jingbo's pronunciation in his sketchbook with a ballpoint pen. The strange punctuation made it difficult to discern the meaning:

"I passed? No, I was dreaming—dancing three-five.?"

She scribbled and revised, then suddenly raised her head. Her face was filled with confusion and doubt, and her eyelashes trembled:

"I think I understand."

"Jingbo said, [I had a dream. I was dancing on the dance machine.]"

Chapter 100 Opening Dream

Buzz.

The vibration of the tip of the tongue slowly stopped until it was still.