The end of the world begins with failing an exam

Once he heard that his mother cared so much about him, Nono switched to his sweet personality and threw himself into Aunt Hong's arms cutely.

"Mom, I want to eat large intestine!"

Aunt Hong hugged Nono, her face filled with motherly love.

"Eat! Eat big pieces! Is this plate enough?"

"That's enough! Thank you, Mom! Mom is so kind!"

"..."

Chapter 4 A strange world

"Aunt Hong, my stomach has not been feeling well these days. You can just eat and don't worry about me..."

"Oh, Jingjing, try it. I know you like it. Aunt Hong made it specially for you!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Hong... I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach..."

"It's okay, I will also give you some treatment methods!"

Although Aunt Hong looked like a monster, her helpful nature was still ready to come into play, and she stood up eagerly.

Then he stretched out his hands to Chen Jing.

Ten fingers as sharp as scalpels were exposed.

"Jingjing, lift up your clothes and I'll cut open your stomach to see what the problem is. Maybe I can just replace two parts!"

Hearing this, Chen Jing hurriedly declined politely.

"No, no, I'll just rest for two days. You guys can eat first."

Although the saying that people should not be judged by their appearance has some truth in the real world, Chen Jing really doesn't dare to take risks in a place like the other world.

What's more, he knows exactly who he is.

He is human.

They are completely different from "aboriginals" like Aunt Hong.

So it’s unclear whether he can be cured if his belly is stretched open.

It's definitely impossible to survive.

Maybe the water flowing all over the place will be his final destination.

"The child is still growing. It's important to let him eat well." Chen Jing said seriously, raising his hand to give Nono another piece of large intestine dipped in sauce.

"Jingjing, there are not many teachers who care about students as much as you... Nuonuo, you just know how to eat! You don't know how to show Teacher Chen your exam papers!"

"oh."

Nono scratched his head, stood up, and ran back to the bedroom. He quickly got back his exam papers and a gray backpack.

"Teacher Chen, this is the bag you left at our house last night. Don't forget to take it back again..."

When Nuonuo handed the backpack to Chen Jing, she didn't notice the surprise on Chen Jing's face. Then she raised the paper with both hands and said excitedly.

"Teacher Chen, look! 5 points! I did well in the exam this time!"

"Well... let me see..."

Chen Jing took the test paper and glanced at it a few times, obviously a little absent-minded, because he found that the backpack Nuonuo brought back looked very familiar.

Isn’t that the backpack I used frequently in college?

Did it also follow me through time travel into the examination room?

its not right……

Chen Jing frowned and became increasingly confused.

Because he remembers it very clearly.

In the year he graduated from college, he was inexplicably chased and bitten by a mad dog as soon as he left school. He threw the backpack out to beat the dog, but as soon as he threw it, the dog ran away with it!

"Good test."

Chen Jing pretended to be satisfied and nodded. His thoughts returned to the paper in front of him, and he couldn't help but lament that the education in this world is extremely involuntarily complicated, even more so than in the real world.

Even calculus was used in the fourth grade mathematics paper.

The person who gave the test paper was definitely not a person.

"In this math test, the highest score our fourth graders got was ten points. I'm already in the top fifty of my grade!"

"Nono, you just don't know how to make progress. The first fifty are nothing. Why don't you come back first in the exam?"

"You say such things again! Believe it or not, I'll stab you..."

"Oh, this kid just can't talk. Come on, mommy will give you a large intestine..."

"That's great, Mom! Thank you, Mom!"

"..."

Chen Jing didn't care about the crazy mother and son. He carefully checked the paper and found that it was similar to the paper from the mathematics department of the real world university.

So why do we need to give such difficult tests to primary school students?

Could it be that all the education circles in the world are like this?

Calculus and linear algebra have started in elementary school...

If you go to junior high school, why don't you learn differential equations and matrix analysis?

According to this development trend.

By the time I'm in college, I'll probably have to start proving Goldbach's conjecture.

"Teacher Chen, do you think that according to Nono's study progress, will he be able to graduate from primary school when he is sixty years old?"

"I don't think...huh? Sixty years old?" Chen Jing was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, it will be good to graduate at the age of sixty. I will be very satisfied!" Aunt Hong said worriedly, "You don't know how many repeaters there are in their school. There is one who has lived for 120 years and is still in the second grade. What’s the grade?”

"Reading? What a waste of time! I'll never read again after I finish elementary school!" Nuonuo gritted her teeth and glared at Aunt Hong, "It's all your fault! You have to force me to study if you haven't read a book yourself!"

"Oh, after elementary school and junior high school, there will be high school... you just don't make progress!"

"..."

Chen Jing felt that his brain circuit could not keep up with the mother and son, but to be more precise, it was because his world view had been shocked and he had not yet recovered.

One hundred and two people are still in the second grade.

It’s not bad to graduate from primary school at the age of sixty.

After finishing junior high school and high school, then go to university...

Then you have to be a bastard to get a degree certificate?

But then I thought about it.

If the aboriginal people here were like monsters like Hong Yi Nuonuo, then it would be reasonable to spend eighteen hundred years to go to university.

"It's useless to read so many books. It's enough to find a job to support yourself..." Nuonuo said viciously.

"You are just ignorant!" Aunt Hong seemed to be angry again. She slapped the table and stood up emotionally.

"Hehehe... bad kid... Mom doesn't like bad kids..."

The doll that was torn by Nuonuo until only a head was left suddenly laughed and screamed.

This time Nuonuo ignored it.

Instead, she stared at her mother in fear.

And at this moment.

Aunt Hong also calmed down inexplicably, sat back slowly, and stared at Nuonuo thoughtfully.

For a while.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became depressed.

About two minutes later.

Aunt Hong stood up without warning, then picked up the half bowl of dipping sauce on the table, and her face, which was covered with sutures like a dead body, was full of smiles.

"Jingjing, Aunt Hong forgot that there are other seasonings at home. Maybe you will like it if I change the seasoning... Nuonuo, come in and help your mother."

"Aunt Hong! It's not about the dipping sauce! The main thing is that I can't eat meat these days..." Chen Jing hurriedly declined, but Aunt Hong seemed not to hear it. She grabbed Nuonuo's arm and took him into the kitchen.

At this time, the doll head hiding in the corner suddenly laughed excitedly, rolling slowly on the ground like a ball, and followed Aunt Hong and the others into the kitchen.

With a muffled sound.

The heavy old-fashioned wooden door closed.

The next second.

There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and the whole ground was shaking, accompanied by Nuonuo's suppressed crying.

Chen Jing looked at the wooden door with warped paint. Although he felt something was wrong, he thought for a while and felt that... it might be the mother educating the child.

After all, Nuonuo was talking back from beginning to end.

Aunt Hong was embarrassed to educate the child in front of outsiders, so she took Nuonuo into the kitchen...

Just when Chen Jing was thinking this, the wooden door of the kitchen was suddenly pushed open by Aunt Hong.

"Oh, look at my memory... There is no seasoning at home... I should go to the supermarket to buy some next time... Sorry, Jingjing!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Chen Jing said hurriedly, looking at the bowl of untouched dipping sauce, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

At this time.

Chen Jing was surprised to find that Nuonuo, who came back with Aunt Hong, was holding a very familiar human-shaped doll in his arms.

"Didn't he tear this thing before... How come it was sewn back so quickly..."

Perhaps he noticed Chen Jing's curious look.

Noonuo, who had just sat down, suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Jing. The smile on his face was still innocent, but the look in his eyes made Chen Jing feel a little strange, as if he had suddenly become a different person... It was a little weird and quiet.

At this moment.

Chen Jing noticed a scarlet mark on Nuonuo's neck, like a wound cut by some sharp weapon, about three or four centimeters long.

He remembered it very clearly.

Before following Aunt Hong into the kitchen, Nuonuo didn't have this wound on his neck...

Chen Jing looked at Aunt Hong's slender fingers like dead branches suspiciously, and didn't dare to say anything, but he felt more and more that something was wrong.

There were also many cuts on the back of Aunt Hong's hand.

It was very similar to the wound on Nuonuo's neck.

It was just more dense.

"Jingjing, what's wrong?"

Hearing Aunt Hong's voice, Chen Jing hurriedly came back to his senses, and then he found that Aunt Hong and Nuonuo were staring at him, and their eyes seemed a little weird.

"Nothing..." Chen Jing smiled awkwardly and turned his eyes away.

In the process.

Chen Jing has confirmed one thing.

Whether it is the scarlet wound on Nuonuo's neck or the cut wound on Aunt Hong's back of the hand... they are getting smaller and smaller until they disappear.

Yes.

This weird mother and son seem to have some kind of self-healing power.

Physical injuries can be healed in a short time.

But maybe it's not just them...

Maybe it's the same for other indigenous people in this world.