Wuya Academy, in a top-floor office, the room was filled with various suitcases, clothes and ties were thrown away from the east and west, and folders spread everywhere, looking like a large garbage dump. This chaotic arrangement made the originally spacious room look particularly crowded.

Behind the desk, which was also full of documents, an old man in a brown goat and wearing a goatee leaned against the swivel chair, his right leg was pressed against the horizontal bar under the table, his left leg was tilted to the side of the seat, and his tie was tilted. The upper end was soaked by the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He supported his forehead with one hand, and his nose was sometimes snoring.

While he was sleeping, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a young female teacher wearing glasses walked in. Seeing the familiar dirty scene in the room, she subconsciously frowned. When she noticed the old man behind the square table, the dissatisfaction expanded exponentially. She shook her head, strode forward, and put the documents she brought onto the table.

"Dean, why did you sleep here in broad daylight?"

The old man was the dean of Wuya College. He was always a casual personality and never took care of his room. If no one reminded him, a shirt could even be worn for several months. Perhaps it was because of such a dean that Wuya's academic style became quite loose, and students generally had low grades and frequent fights.

At this time, the dean seemed to have just woken up from his dream. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the female assistant in front of him with difficulty, "Hmm? Am I asleep? What am I doing just now?"

The female assistant was already impatient with him and complained: "Director, you are really right. Didn't you just say that you would like to help Teacher Xiao Jing, who had interned in our college, give him a certificate and ask him to go to Tiansheng for an interview? You forgot now?"

"Oh, Xiao Jing, yes, Xiao Jing..." The dean muttered several times, "By the way, when did this supervisor Xiao Jing start working in our college?"

Since I want to issue a certificate, I still need to retrieve the files of his work in the college first. The dean habitually opened the digital storage device on the desk and typing on the keyboard.

Nowadays, with the improvement of technical level, many colleges have inputted employee files into storage devices. When they need to query, they can search for keywords directly. In this way, there is no need to search one by one in the archives room, which greatly improves the work efficiency of the mentors.

Although the dean is confused all year round, he is still quite sympathetic to his employees. Since this young man once worked in his college and made contributions to the college, now he wants to find another place, he has the obligation to issue him a recommendation certificate so that he can successfully join Tiansheng.

However, after the query interface appeared, the dean's hand, who was about to type text, suddenly paused in the air.

"Xiao Hu, do you still remember what the full name of Teacher Xiao Jing is?"

The female assistant rolled her eyes secretly. It was because the dean was too "offline" that as his assistant, he helped almost all the work he should be responsible for, and he was so tired every day. Now, he couldn't even remember the name of an employee!

I searched my mind habitually and was about to throw out a name to make him sober, but at this moment, the female assistant suddenly realized that even she could not remember the name of that colleague...

It was clearly in my mind, but the memories related to him seemed to be being quickly wiped away, like a lost dream.

"It's really strange to say. Now I can't even remember what his face looks like..."

The dean and the female assistant looked at each other, and then they sighed in unison.

"Yes, have there really been a mentor Xiao Jing in our college?"

...

In a classroom downstairs, a girl with pigtails was leaning on the table, holding a few colored pens, and was seriously coloring the pictures in her hands.

"Huahua, what are you doing?" A boy came over and lay curiously on the side and looked left and right.

"Teacher Xiao Jing is leaving. I want to draw a greeting card and give it to him as a souvenir!" The girl raised her head, her eyes shining with a longing.

"Teacher Xiao Jing..." The boy grabbed the hair on his forehead, "Who is it?"

"Teacher Xiao Jing is..." The girl habitually wanted to answer, but she got stuck without warning.

Yes... Teacher Xiao Jing, why do you feel that he is very friendly and unfamiliar?

In my memory, because of her quiet and timidity, she was often bullied by some bad boys in the academy. One day, she offended another girl in her class and found a companion. After school, she took revenge and forced her to the corner. She shivered and sobbed, but increased the other party's interest. Some people even took out jade slips and prepared to shoot the whole process.

At that time, she thought she would be beaten again. At that time, the person who suddenly appeared in front of her like a god to help her... The temperature of his hands seemed to be still on her shoulders now, and the light in his eyes was the clearest gaze she had ever seen...

She was obviously such a kind person, but why, she could not remember him at all?

Looking at the picture in front of me, it was already a painting that was about to be completed. I smiled brightly with a bright face, holding a bouquet of flowers, and was about to hand it to the man beside me. The man had a complete outline of body, was wearing a clean white shirt, and only one face left, and he could be completely completed.

However, his face is still blank now.

She couldn't remember... The colored pen in the girl's hand fell down at some point. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember the face of the mentor...

...

On the playground after school.

"Will you go to the game hall together today?" Several boys who had just walked out of the classroom were already planning after-school entertainment.

"No, I want to go home early." One of the boys quickly interfered, "Otherwise the tutor would be angry."

"No, hammer! What's going on?" The boy who spoke before shouted exaggeratedly, "Why are you suddenly afraid of the tutor coming?"

Students like them are originally thorns in the eyes of mentors, especially in Wuya, a college with a loose school spirit. If they make more efforts, they will not take the mentor seriously. Some even scold the mentors in public.

The boy named "Hammer" was also a top thorny figure among a group of people. Suddenly, he heard him say such lines as "standard good students", and everyone laughed, just thinking that he was deliberately joking with everyone.

Hammer was still scared: "You forgot, last time..." When he said this, his voice inexplicably paused, and a hint of distress surged in his eyes.

"Although I can't remember, there was indeed a mentor, and he even brought us..."

Speaking of this, he raised his hand and pounded the back of his head hard. It was clearly a terrible thing, why couldn't he remember it? His memory is too unreliable, right?

Seeing his bitter look, everyone even believed that he was just playing tricks. They were about to make a few jokes, but before they knew it, the faces of the boys gradually became strange.

"It's really a hell. When you say that, I also think that if I don't go home on time after school, something terrible will happen..."

This inexplicable fear comes from, but it is so deeply rooted. It is like a person who has lost his memory, and he will instinctively feel fear when he sees a flood of beasts. If it is an illusion, it is not necessarily that so many people have illusions at the same time.

This unknown horror made the few people become more and more afraid. Finally, they reached a consensus that they would not go out to play today, so they should go back earlier.

When they were about to walk to the school gate, they saw a boy standing not far away. He was wearing a flat college uniform, black-framed glasses that occupied half of his face, and his hair was neatly combed, which was a common "nerd" outfit.

Although such people have good grades, they have poor exercise cells and are usually very brave, and are the best targets of blackmail. In the past, they were the happiest to run into such students in the academy, which means they can make a fortune again.

However, today, looking at the fat sheep in the past, they felt an inexplicable panic. No one moved, and a group of people stood there stiffly.

This feeling was the same as before. It seemed that once he was moved, something terrifying would happen... although, even they couldn't tell what it was.

The nerdy boy also looked at them. He usually avoided these bullies in the academy, but today, he was surprisingly unmoved. It seemed that they had nothing to fear—

In this way, both sides were at peace with each other and passed each other.

"Have you forgotten something?" After the group of people had left, the nerd looked up at the clouds dyed red by the rays of the sunset in confusion.

"I always feel like there is something missing in my memory..."

He thought hard for a long time, but in the end he still got nothing.

"Forget it, maybe it's because I've worked so hard during this period. It's time to replenish my body."

The nerd thought about this and quickly recognized this reason. He tightened his schoolbag on his back, and accelerated his pace and prepared to go home as soon as possible to drink a bowl of tonic.

...

When this campus was completely silent, several figures of different clothes appeared quietly downstairs in the ancient teaching building.

They all have a dark aura, as if they will completely merge into the shadows in the corners of the wall at any time.

"Is that okay?" The only man with a handsome appearance and gorgeous robe gently lifted up his long water-blue hair hanging from his shoulders, and a touch of enchantment flowed between his fingers, making him so evil.

"Host, have your hands stretched out longer and longer recently? Among the exchange students from the West Country of Yi, are you?"

The others were all dressed in black clothes and wearing a hat with black veil hanging down on their foreheads. When they heard his question, one of them turned his head and glanced at him coldly, but did not answer.

The beautiful man Duanmu Zhi spoke again, still in the leisurely tone, but there was a hidden temptation in his words.

"What the hell is he thinking? He always collects some strange people, the girl, the alchemist, the old man, and this poor student this time, what's the use of asking these people?"

The man in black finally raised his gaze and his voice was empty: "The Lord's affairs are not something you should ask about. These people are pawns. Putting them in the right place will sooner or later play a role."

"Prince Duanmu, you only need to do your duty at the moment and help these people live well in their position. For the rest, you will naturally know when the time comes."

Duanmuzhi sighed and spread his hands lazy: "Okay okay, I hope you won't have any more accidents like the last training class."

When he heard that the "training class" was mentioned, several men in black felt an inexplicable coldness, as if this matter made them quite unwilling to touch it.

Duanmuzhi seemed to have not realized the change in the atmosphere, and still said lazily: "I will help you with things, will you remember your promises, right? Our Silver Fox Clan..."

This time, a man in black interrupted him directly: "If you keep your promise, we will keep your promise."

Duanmuzhi smiled faintly, playing with the broken hair in his hand. As he lowered his head, a more meaningful smile came to the corner of his mouth again.

***

In a few days, it passed quietly between the two academies.

All these things are unknown to Yi Xin now about the origin of the intern teacher and the conspiracy hidden behind him.

To be precise, she has no time to deal with anything outside of her now!

During the days when I was taking the exam, because of Rong Huang's dissatisfaction - although Yi Xin didn't know why he was dissatisfied - she added many exercise collections to herself in one breath. Yi Xin not only wrote in the dormitory, but also during lunch breaks. Now, even in class, she must make time to fight against these homework!

If he cannot hand over the homework to him within the specified time, he may use the recording to report it and he cannot delay any further!

Fortunately, in order to take the exam, she had already completed all the higher education courses by herself. Even if she didn't listen to a few more classes, it would not have any impact on her studies.

She wrote from class to get out of class, until lunch break, everyone else went to have dinner, and then returned to the classroom again. She always sat in her seat, writing intently.

The classroom at noon is often very noisy, but Yi Xin is used to studying in such an environment. His right hand does not pause for a moment, and he calculates smoothly on the draft paper.

At some point, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Usually, this change occurs when the tutor enters the classroom. But after a long time, the voice that should belong to the tutor never sounded.

Moreover, the atmosphere is really strange now. Everyone seems to be more nervous than seeing the tutor. At the same time, although Yi Xin is lying on the calculations, she inexplicably feels that her eyes are focused on her, full of disbelief.

"It seems that you really like studying."

A faint voice rang in front of her.

That powerful sense of oppression was very familiar to her.

Yi Xin raised her head in surprise and saw Rong Xiao sitting casually in the front seat, holding the back of the chair with one hand, looking at her with a cold sneer on her face.
Chapter completed!