Wanderer of the whirling world

Behind the heavy iron gate is an extremely spacious room, which has been transformed into a classroom.

At this time, the crimson sunset glow came in from the window, and in the beams of light, thick dust was floating and sinking, swimming around, looking dark and dilapidated.

On the dirty gray walls all around, there are all kinds of weird and weird graffiti, such as a little man with two heads, a rabbit with three ears, etc., all of which are absurd and distorted, making people daunting.

In the middle of the classroom, there are more than a dozen long desks crookedly placed, which doesn't look crowded at all.

Behind each desk, there is a child sitting, the youngest is eight or nine years old, and the oldest is fifteen or sixteen years old, with different shapes.

Some have crooked mouths and slanted eyes, with sticky saliva at the corners of their mouths, blank and empty eyes, staring at the blackboard in a daze, without saying a word.

Some had cross-eyed, distracted eyes, and were shaking the table impatiently with their hands, making annoying noises.

There are also a few children with only one eye left, half of their faces have large burn scars, and a large part of their mouth and ears are missing, which is described as extremely terrifying.

There were only two or three children, who looked relatively normal and healthy, but they all stared at Xin Ziqiu who had just entered, with fierce and vicious eyes, revealing incomparable resentment, as if they would pounce on him anytime and anywhere, and tear him to pieces.

However, Xin Ziqiu seemed to be used to it for a long time. He walked to the podium calmly, glanced at the children below, picked up the pointer, tapped the blackboard lightly and said:

"Brothers and sisters, I'm sorry, Brother Xiaodong is late today, so I would like to apologize to everyone first."

"But it's still early, and we still have plenty of time to study today. I will definitely finish today's lesson well."

"Today, what we are explaining is drawing with a ruler and compass..."

"The so-called ruler and compass construction refers to the use of rulers and compasses to complete plane geometric construction within a limited number of steps, and some public laws of construction must be followed..."

As he began to teach knowledge, the violent, irritable, and gloomy temperament of the children sitting in the audience began to fade away, and the distorted and terrifying little faces gradually recovered a bit of pure innocence. He listened intently.

While Xin Ziqiu was talking, his expression was slowly changing.

The more he babbled on the stage and taught everything, the more he felt something was wrong in his heart.

Those faces that were so familiar in the audience gradually became strange one by one...

Why am I teaching here?
What do these children have to do with me?
He originally believed in his identity as "Xiaodong", but as the course progressed, he vaguely felt that he was another person.

In the dark, Xin Ziqiu seemed to have grasped something, but it was illusory and he couldn't grasp it.

"There are five established public laws for drawing with rulers and compass, which are..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized that he was not the so-called "Xiaodong"...

So, he quickly stopped, and began to concentrate on thinking.

But the strange thing is that as soon as his lecture stopped, the eyes of the children in the audience became fierce again, and the little doubts and memories he had accumulated with great difficulty also began to quickly dissipate.

Xin Ziqiu was greatly surprised, and hurriedly continued to talk about the content just now, and slowly condensed his memory again.

One hour……

two hours...

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Four or five hours passed in a blink of an eye, and it was almost midnight. The sunset glow had already dissipated, and a blood moon had already hung in the sky.

In the gloomy and quiet classroom, several fluorescent lamps flickering on and off, rendering everything weird and grotesque.

Xin Ziqiu's voice was a little hoarse, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had to teach for a long time, and at the same time he had to constantly search for missing memories in his mind, which made his nerves tense all the time.

This state lasted for several hours, and even he felt a little tired under the dual-purpose.

However, due to continuous teaching, a considerable part of the memory that was lost before has been regained.

He finally remembered that he was not "Xiaodong", but Xin Ziqiu, a walker in the Whirling World.

This is not his home, but a mysterious place of floating life.

More importantly, this is already the second day he has entered the small world here.

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Yesterday, in the Baiyun Temple of the Dark World, with the opening of the Realm of Floating Life, Xin Ziqiu was teleported to a park bench for the first time. Not only did he lose all his memories, but he was also given a new identity.

little winter.

Then, just like today, he was quickly found by "Aunt Yun", awakened all of Xiaodong's memories, accepted his new identity, and followed Aunt Yun back to "home" to give lectures to the so-called younger brothers and sisters .

During the teaching process, Xin Ziqiu also awakened most of his memories and understood his true identity, so his first reaction was to leave this weird classroom and explore outside.

At the same time, he kept an eye out and carved the handwriting on his arm with a compass to prevent memory loss again.

Since he knew nothing about the current world, he had to take risks to find clues to break the situation, but what he didn't expect was that he fell into a deep coma just after leaving the classroom, and he didn't even finish engraving the blood on his arm... .

When I woke up again, it was now.

With the recovery of the memory in his mind, Xin Ziqiu not only did not feel relaxed, but his complexion became more and more ugly.

Even though he had made a lot of psychological preparations before, the power of the Floating Life Realm was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Once you stop lecturing, you lose your identity and memory.

Once you leave the classroom, you will fall into a coma and start over from scratch.

Not only that, this place seemed to be the same as the real world, still sealing his cultivation.

Under such a weird environment, not to mention that he has lost all his skills at this time, even if he has the body of an earth fairy at the peak and a powerful divine sense comparable to a real fairy, it may not help him.

After all, the weirdness here must involve the mysterious "rules" in the secret realm, and it is by no means something that a novice walker like him can contend with.

It is definitely not possible to force it. The only feasible strategy right now is to find a way to find out the rules here and find out where they can be used, so as to break the situation in one fell swoop.

Xin Ziqiu was in a deep predicament, but he didn't feel afraid or depressed at all.

On the contrary, such an unsolvable situation aroused his competitive spirit even more.

His mind began to run rapidly, thinking about one plan after another to find clues...

But only a moment later, before Xin Ziqiu could come up with a careful plan, a bell suddenly rang outside.

The bell rang twelve times, and then the "Aunt Yun" in a white coat suddenly appeared in the classroom strangely, and announced with a blank face:
"It's midnight, today's class is over, Xiaodong, you take the children back to rest."

As her words fell, Xin Ziqiu felt a strong sense of tiredness sweeping over him, and the memories he had just acquired began to fade rapidly. At the same time, that "Xiaodong" identity began to occupy him like a gangrene. body of.

When the children in the audience heard the order to end the get out of class, their original concentration quickly dissipated, and their faces were full of resentment again, and they looked at the podium with malicious intentions.

Oops!

Xin Ziqiu groaned inwardly, once he lost his memory, wouldn't he have to start all over again?

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