Game of Destiny: This player is different

"People's Education Press Junior Middle School Textbook", "Teachers' Training College Compiled Abacus Exercises", "Primary School Teachers' Training Book Chinese Trial Edition", "Middle School Political Textbook Social Development History"...

Qin Nuo calmed down his thoughts and flipped through the old books piled on the table.

The textbook content ranges from primary school to junior high school, covering many subjects, with a wide span.

He opened the drawer and found several palm-sized pieces of paper neatly placed inside.

"Li Yaoqiang, fifth grade second semester, the actual amount of tuition and miscellaneous fees collected is 2 yuan and 5 cents."

Qin Nuo took out a piece,

"This receipt is invalid if there is no school seal, person in charge seal, or payee seal, etc.

No refund will be made for dropping out or transferring, and it will not be collected by the school you transfer to.

The payment date is September 10, 1971."

In the lower right corner of the receipt is a red seal with the words "Ganhua Primary School, Jinping Township, Luoshan County".

Qin Nuo spent 30 seconds to quickly check the things in front of him and roughly understood his identity.

A rural primary school teacher who responded to the current call and came from the city to teach in the impoverished mountainous areas.

"So this time it's role-playing?"

He dug into his pocket and took out a few Mao bills, half a pack of "Qingzhu" cigarettes and a box of matches from the lining.

"It's still a very poor character, with less than 3 yuan in total."

Ding ding ding--

The crisp ringing sound still echoed in his ears.

Qin Nuo tightened his thin cotton coat and stood up and left his desk.

Accompanied by the tooth-grinding creaking sound of the wooden door, a world wrapped in silver suddenly came into view.

The white snow covered the sky and the earth,

The crystal snowflakes mixed in the cold wind, whirring on the face.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat~"

Under the shack built in the corner of the playground, a young woman shouted loudly.

Holding a rusty broken iron pipe in her hand, she knocked back and forth on the iron sheet hanging on the mud wall.

Several bamboo baskets and steaming large basins can be seen neatly placed together.

A dozen ragged children holding bowls and chopsticks lined up in front of the shack with expectation on their faces.

The heavy snow froze on their faces, and their little heads were all dyed white.

From time to time, children ran out of the nearby mud and thatched houses,

walking through the mud and water, shouting and swarming across the playground towards the shack.

Qin Nuo put his hands in his pockets and approached with curiosity.

The porcelain basin was filled with boiled radish in white water, and a few drops of chili oil and vegetable leaves symbolically floated on the bland soup.

The bamboo basket was filled with black steamed buns made of buckwheat coarse grains.

"Hello, teacher."

"Hello, teacher."

"Hello, teacher."

When these children saw Qin Nuo, they all greeted him politely and respectfully.

There was both fear and admiration in their eyes.

The bell-ringing woman smiled sweetly at him, put down the iron pipe and began to distribute food to everyone.

Two steamed buns per person and a bowl of clear soup.

Qin Nuo noticed that there were still some compacted yellow steamed buns under the black coal balls.

Several little guys with clean clothes lined up separately and took away this unique food in the envious eyes of others.

Qin Nuo stood silently by the side,

carefully observing this group of children who were probably his grandparents.

They were basically wearing old-fashioned coarse cloth clothes, and the paint was unevenly dyed.

Some were thick and some were thin, as if they were not washed clean, and looked very dirty.

The pants were obviously cut after being worn out by adults. The person was small and the cloth was long.

The trouser legs were tied up with two strings to prevent cold air from rushing in from below.

"Teacher Zhou, I have prepared your food in advance. It is in the kitchen."

The woman who was serving the food whispered to the side while busying herself: "It is warm in the pot."

She blinked her eyes when she spoke, as if she was afraid that others would hear her.

Teacher Zhou?

Is this my name in the script world?

Qin Nuo said "oh" and looked at her up and down.

Until the woman looked a little embarrassed, turned her head with a slightly red cheek, and then turned and left.

"I am not a player, so I am just a plot character. Besides, my status in this school seems to be good."

Qin Nuo analyzed the information he had just observed, and his eyes swept around to find the figures of his teammates.

It has been more than ten minutes since he was teleported here, why can't he see those three guys?

Following the smell, he bypassed several mud and thatched houses and finally found the kitchen next to the vegetable field.

Pushing open the door, there were three figures standing on sticks in the same place.

Two men and one woman, dressed in similar miserable clothes.

The yellow rubber shoes on his feet had no laces and were tied with two rags.

The pants were short and narrow and hung on the middle of the legs, with many traces of stitching.

The four looked at each other.

After a few seconds,

one of the middle-aged men asked in an uncertain tone: "How many floors does it take to carry a bag of rice?"

Qin NuoThe tip of his eyebrow raised, "A bag of rice has to be carried to the second floor."

"The second floor can't carry it."

"Sparasi."

"Brother Qin?"

"Brother Jian?"

After confirming each other's identities, Qin Nuo looked at the other two.

Needless to say, it must be Hanlin Zimo and Xinghua Weiyu.

After a brief conversation, they learned that

After being teleported here, the three of them did not receive any follow-up mission briefings, so they had to stay here and play man-to-man.

"So strange."

Qin Nuo rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "I feel that the system's work efficiency has declined recently. Is it because the server is being updated and iterated?

Or is it that the firewall version is not good and has been attacked by hackers?"

"It's not an online game, where does the server come from?

Besides, I think with the system's magical power, I'm afraid no one dares to attack it."

Xinghua Weiyu complained with a squinting eye, and her left cheek was bulging high, obviously chewing something.

Hanlin Zimo lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "What Brother Qin said does make sense.

Recently, many of our operators have said that the probability of triggering regular tasks has dropped by about 40 percentage points compared to before, which has greatly affected the upgrade speed."

Operators?

Upon hearing this, Xinghua Weiyu was stunned, and then showed a vigilant look: "Are you... from an official organization?

704 Bureau or Dragon Group?"

"Hey, hey, hey, little sister, Dragon Group is a fictional term in online novels. Guo Jia doesn't have this organization at all."

Sad Arrow folded his hands in front of his chest and said proudly: "The other one, you guessed it right. Zimo and I belong to the 704 Bureau and can be considered colleagues."

"Can be considered colleagues? So Brother Arrow, you haven't been promoted yet.

I remember that you were in the probation period a long time ago. You didn't fail the assessment, did you?"

Qin Nuo opened the lid of the pot with a sarcasm, and indeed found a solid meal in the iron pot.

There was soup and water, and after pushing aside the leaves, there was even a thin piece of meat hidden underneath.

"Uh... it's only been less than three months. How could I fail the assessment with my ability?"

Shang Xin Yi Jian defended with his eyes half-closed.

Hanlin Zimo beside him looked embarrassed, as if he knew the truth but was not comfortable saying it.

Xing Hua Wei Yu looked even more cautious.

It turns out that you three have known each other for a long time, but I am the only newcomer.