Author: Yuluo Evening Bell

The God of Death is back from hell? Is he talking about... Anubis? Xia Mingwei's thoughts were confused, and he listened to the man's roar.

The man gradually lost his strength, and his eyes were round and empty.

Time returned to its normal flow, and the golden clock hanging high on the dome of the auditorium started turning again. The entire venue was silent for a moment, and then a burst of horrifying discussion broke out.

After the man who controlled time yelled the last sentence, he knelt down weakly on the ground, and his messy long hair fell down, covering his face.

The principal's lowered gray eyes were full of surprise, and his voice was hoarse: "You are still alive...Albert."

The man named "Albert" fainted, his upper body tilted forward, and his head hit the ground of the podium.

Professor Fast, who was sitting in the first row, rushed to the podium immediately. He stretched out his right hand and touched Albert lightly, and the other person's body disappeared immediately.

"Sure enough..." Xia Mingwei looked at this scene, "Professor Fast's Collector Sequence can bring people or himself into the collection space. Otherwise, there is no way to explain how he escaped from the explosion on the plane.

Escaped."

"Compared to this," Aarons said with great interest, "the scene now is even bigger...Albert Moon, that time traveler actually came back?"

The surroundings were already in chaos, and although professors from all grades were trying their best to maintain the scene, the flood of discussion almost overwhelmed the entire venue.

"He can control time? He paused time for nearly ten seconds!"

"Could it be that he is the time traveler?"

"Who else...the only one who can control the sequence of time is the Time Traveler. I have read his story in the textbook, but didn't his head explode and die while traveling through time?!"

"The academy deceived us in the textbook? Is the time traveler not dead at all?"

"What exactly is going on? The dead time traveler is resurrected, isn't his head gone?"

"Oh my god...I already want to go back."

Xia Mingwei listened to the discussion around him, turned around and whispered to Allens: "Is it possible that Albert is not dead at all and that the academy concealed the truth?"

"No," Aarons said lightly, "when we took the 'sequence science class' before, the professor took us to see Albert's body."

"What?" Xia Mingwei looked strange.

"Don't be so surprised. His head just exploded, and the rest of his body is still intact, so he was kept in a cold storage by the academy." Allens smiled.

"It's really unethical to use the bodies of dead people as teaching materials for students to see." Xia Mingwei couldn't help but sigh.

"After all, there is only one sequence of time travelers in history. He died and returned to death. His body cannot be disposed of immediately. The research significance is still very high."

"First of all, are you sure that what you visited at that time was really the body of the person just now?"

"Of course." Aarons said confidently, "If the professors lie, I will be the first to know. As a fraudster, it would be too sad if you are not sensitive to lies."

"Coming from the mouth of a liar like you, these words are quite convincing." Xia Mingwei said lightly.

In fact, he could also see that even the principal showed such surprise, which meant that the senior management of the academy really did not know that the time traveler Albert was still alive.

This was an unexpected incident: the time traveler who was originally killed by a headshot suddenly came to life and ran to the auditorium crazily, as if he wanted to convey something to them.

On the podium, Professor Fast and the principal were communicating in low voices. Under the supervision of other teachers, the students below the podium became much quieter.

After a long while, Principal Suad said:

"As you can see, some special circumstances have occurred. The entrance ceremony has been temporarily suspended. Old students are responsible for bringing the new students to the corresponding classrooms. Today's classes will continue as usual."

After the words fell, the principal and Professor Fast left the podium in the auditorium. The deafening sirens gradually disappeared and the warning lights dimmed again.

"Let's go," Aarons adjusted quickly. "The academy will tell us what the specific situation is after confirmation."

"Well," Xia Mingwei nodded, "I care about what Albert said." The time traveler's words reminded him of many things, and he planned to go back to the dormitory at night to sort out his thoughts.

Not long after, Xia Mingwei followed Allens to his classroom, the first classroom on the second floor of the first teaching building in the east of the academy.

When you push open the classroom door with the door sign of "Class A", you will see a very spacious space. The students' seats are arranged in a semicircle and expand from bottom to top.

After entering the classroom, Xia Mingwei saw three familiar faces: the white-haired girl Dong Ling, the subway piano player Yu Lier, and his roommate: the little kid hacker Ji Lang.

They were all already sitting inside the classroom, and it seemed that Xia Mingwei was the last to arrive.

In addition, there are four figures sitting in the classroom:

One is a handsome young man with short hair;

One is a Japanese young man with a haircut, holding a knife handle with his eyes closed and meditating;

Finally, there is a pair of girls with brown hair and blue eyes. They look almost the same, like twin sisters, and they look British.

At this time, the seven people in the classroom all moved their eyes away and stared at Xia Mingwei's face.

"Then," Aarons smiled at him, "I will send you here. Then you only need to wait for Professor Fast to come over. He should still be busy with the matter just now."

"Okay, I'll wait for the professor to come back." After Xia Mingwei finished speaking, he walked into the classroom with his backpack, found a seat by the window and sat down, picked up his phone, and opened the forum of Olibel Academy.

The forum has exploded, with messages popping up one after another on the screen.

At this moment, Professor Fast slowly walked into the classroom holding a list. He raised his head and glanced around expressionlessly.

"Put your phone away and don't make me say it a second time."

Xia Mingwei put away his phone wisely. This professor was not easy to mess with.

"So, let me roll the names first." Fast put down the list on the podium and said, "Dream Sequence, Xia Mingwei."

"arrive."

"Pianist Sequence, Uriel."

"arrive."

"Samurai Order, Amamiya Kiyoshi."

"Here we are." The young man with a bun opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as an unsheathed sword.

"Gambler Sequence, Li Xiaolong." Fast then called the name.

"Here we are." The handsome young man with short hair said with a smile, showing a row of white teeth.

"The gunman sequence, Alita."

"Here we go." The girl with long hair among the twins said, holding her shoulders.

"The gunman sequence, Alice."

"...Here." The girl with short hair among the twins said timidly.

"Painter Sequence, Dong Ling."

"arrive."

"The last one," Fast raised his eyes and said angrily: "Hacker sequence, Ji Lang."

"Come on." Ji Lang yawned and lazily raised his right hand without raising his head.

Fast put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath: "You brat, you've already been repeating the grade for two years, and you still have the nerve to follow me here?"

"After repeating the grade for two years, I was still assigned to Class A. How excellent I am?" Ji Lang shrugged.

"Other professors can't control you, thanks to you being assigned to me. Let's see if I let you go to the second grade this year." Fast said coldly.

"Oh." Ji Lang disagreed.

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