"Is there a class for Teacher Peng today?" The teacher in the office saw Peng Hui hurriedly walk out of the office, picked up the thermos next to his hand and took a sip. Then he looked at Teacher Peng's back with some surprise.

Another teacher shook his head slightly and said with some uncertainty: "There should be classes, but isn't it said that they are all scheduled for the afternoon?"

Peng Hui walked in the corridor. She remembered that the course was in the afternoon, but she didn't know how the school arranged it, so she temporarily adjusted the course.

"Dang thud..."

Walking up the stairs with high heels, Peng Hui came to the door of the classroom.

Unlike other classrooms, the classrooms in the first and third classes of high school are extremely quiet, a little strange. Even the corridor is quiet, as if there is no living person at all, and the only sound of her own footsteps is heard.

When she arrived at the classroom door and stood still, she couldn't even hear her footsteps.

Everything is silent.

There was no one in front of him and behind him.

It was sunny outside, but the classroom windows were reflected and the scene inside could not be seen.

Through the window, Peng Hui did not feel any warmth, but instead felt a chill and his scalp became numb.

By the way, Peng Hui put his hand on the door handle.

"Click!"

With the sound, the door handle twisted and the classroom door opened.

The moment the classroom door opened, the voices of the students came out, and they were chattering, which made Peng Hui's hanging heart fall to the ground.

"Huh! It seems that the students are just self-disciplined, and nothing happened." Peng Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his tight face. She wanted to turn around and leave just now, but she didn't expect to open the classroom door by chance. After that, the students' voices rang.

At this time, Peng Hui did not feel uncomfortable because of the students' heated discussions, but instead felt at ease because of these sounds.

Peng Hui walked into the classroom without much thought.

As soon as she walked into the classroom, Peng Hui smelled a burnt smell of something. The smell was very subtle, but it always lingers beside her nose.

"What does it taste?" Peng Hui frowned, searched around, but found nothing, and then gave up.

With professional attire, wearing glasses and a serious face, Peng Hui is like a strict teacher.

"Attend class!"

The bell rang and Peng Hui began to give a lecture.

But whenever she put her back on the blackboard, she always felt something was wrong behind her. The pair of eyes that were peeping at her were no longer eager for knowledge, but strangeness and resentment, and it made people feel very uncomfortable when she was on her back.

Peng Hui turned around suddenly, behind him were the students with smiles on his face. The students listened carefully one by one, and their eyes were all gathered on the blackboard beside her, not the way she felt.

Peng Hui continued to write the blackboard with a strange look. When she wanted to call a classmate to get up to answer the question, she suddenly forgot the names of the students in this class.

"No, I remember it just now."

That feeling came again, even more serious.

Peng Hui felt panicked, and she suddenly felt that this class was so strange.

"snort!"

A cold snorted, and Peng Hui turned around suddenly, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"Teacher Peng, this class is my class. Your class is in the afternoon. Have you forgotten?" The man looked at Peng Hui with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Peng Hui discovered that she didn't know this person.

"I am the head teacher of Class 1 and 3, Xu Yian." Xu Yian had a smile on his face and made a call. Behind him was the open classroom door, and it was the sunny time outside the door.

"Teacher, teacher?" Chen Mengxi shook her arm.

Peng Hui suddenly woke up from his memories, looked at Chen Mengxi beside him, and nodded, "Teacher Xu Yian, I don't know what to say."

"Speaking of this, the teacher also encountered a strange thing. Later, the teachers in the office had no results. They all said that they saw me go out and I was sure I went out, but Class 1 and 3 of high school were indeed taking other classes and did not see me." Peng Hui shook his head with a thermos cup in his arms.

"jingle!"

"Teacher, I'll go back to class first, that's all after-class homework."

"Well, that's all, I'll collect my homework book early tomorrow."

...

"jingle!"

The class bell rang.

Jiang Ye, who was opening the classroom door, came to his senses, and a noisy sound came from his ears.

Jiang Ye looked at the classroom blankly, as if it was not different just now. The only difference was that the school uniforms on the students were a little different, and the facilities around them were not that advanced.

It was the laughter from the classmates. They were talking loudly, because it was too mixed, and Jiang Ye didn't hear it clearly. Jiang Ye felt that the surroundings were not so real, and he suddenly realized that he had a different life.

It was sunny outside, and all the students were smiling, sitting in groups of three or three, leaning against chairs, or standing in the aisle side by side with the table.

There was no strange look like darkness and mist just now.

After becoming an alien, Jiang Ye gradually began to adapt to the darkness. From the beginning, he needed light to now he was able to move freely, and it was only one or two days.

40's physique does give him a considerable night vision ability, but in many cases it is not the night that covers people's perception. Instead, the black fog emitted and the fog in many nodes is something that cannot be seen clearly even with Jiang Ye's physique.

But now everything is so normal, with the warm sunshine, the same students as the class is over, and the very ordinary class bell.

It was not until the classmate behind him pushed Jiang Ye and Jiang walked out of the daze.

"It's her." When Jiang Ye turned around, he found that the person behind him was the girl he saw on the file.

"Teacher, what are you looking at? You'll be in class in a while?" said the sweet-looking girl jokingly.

Jiang Ye made way out, and the other party walked in without stopping too much.

"Me?" Jiang Ye looked down at his body, wearing a plaid shirt, touched the hair above his head, and the long hair just covered his eyebrows.

[Ding, abnormal node was detected, personal plot, ‘The truth about Class 1 and 3 of high school’, is it allowed for the system to connect to nodes.]

"Huh?" Jiang Ye was a little surprised. He thought it was about Class 1 and Class 3 or some things in the school as a whole. Unexpectedly, it was a personal plot called "The Truth of Class 1 and Class 3", which means that the whole plot was basically stable in Class 1 and Class 3.

Jiang Ye was not sure whether he was in Class 13, Grade 10 years ago or the current Class 13, Grade 13.

Although it looks very similar to the original third-class class of high school, it seems that there is a big difference. First of all, he is not from a third-person perspective, but directly becomes a teacher.

Jiang Ye looked plain, with a faint smile on his face, and nodded: "It seems that the plot missions are different, so allow it!"

The moment he agreed, he felt that he had something more, and the scenes around him seemed to be able to follow his command, "Reinforcement, closure, explosion, memory cleaning, hunger..."

“It’s quite comprehensive.”

"jingle!"

The preparatory ringtone rang, and the students all sat back to their seats, and their voices gradually became less and less.

Although Jiang Ye is an outsider and an alien player who walks into the plot copy alone, he still belongs to the player. Jiang Ye is still in the plot world, and he is not a student, but a teacher.

Jiang Ye smiled on his face. The identity he received was not someone else, but Xu Yian.

In other words, he was taking Xu Yian to teach a lesson to the students in Class 1 and 3 of high school.

After reading Xu Yian's information in detail, there was nothing special about it. It was just telling Jiang Ye that the entire first and third grade class had been blocked, and if they left, they would have to get Xu Yian's consent.

"Da da da!" The leather shoes made a crisp sound on the floor, pleasant and exciting. Jiang Ye walked up to the podium with a calm expression.

Turning on the book on the podium, the book was truly displayed in Jiang Ye's hands by the warm touch of the sun. Jiang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly felt the warmth in his hands.

Looking at the students sitting around, Jiang Ye didn't know what kind of existence this so-called inner world was, but it was definitely different from the ordinary world.

Jiang Ye glanced around, his eyes curled into crescent moons, and a smile appeared on his face, thinking to himself: "Why would you like to cut one and try it?"

"jingle!"

The formal class bell finally rang. It was not like the quietness after the formal class bell rang, but the students became restless instead.

Jiang Ye glanced around and saw that one of the forty-four students died. Now there are 43 students left. The faces of these students seemed to have nothing happened before. They talked and laughed, and did not feel any discomfort because the death of a classmate who had something to do with them.

If there is no connection, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, people are always dead in this world. Sometimes my relatives will not feel so sad when they die, let alone classmates who have been together for less than a year.

But it happens to be related.

Jiang Ye stared at them calmly, covering their black-framed glasses with slightly weird eyes.

“Cruff.”

The door opened and several late students walked in.

"Oh, it turns out that it was the teacher who was in class today. I would have played for a while if I had known it."

"Good morning, teacher."

"Good morning."

Several late students walked over to the podium, looking indifferent.

Jiang Ye did not speak, but stared at them calmly, waiting for them to sit down. Jiang Ye walked out of the door and locked the back door.

There are white ceilings above the head and several rows of parallel chandeliers are hanging.

Below the feet is a grid-shaped floor that is accurately measured. Behind the desk, the students are whispering lazily, and even the students in the back row openly play games.

On the marble podium, Jiang Ye stood here as Xu Yian, looking calmly at the students below the podium.
Chapter completed!