The end of the world starts with failing the exam

"Jingjing, I'm really sorry to have embarrassed you today..." Aunt Hong touched Nuonuo's head kindly and said helplessly, "This child used to be quite obedient. I don't know what happened to him recently..."

"It's okay. It's normal for children to be a little naughty..."

Chen Jing didn't think much about it. He turned around and glanced at the wall clock. He planned to find an excuse to leave because the longer he stayed in this place, the weirder it felt. He always felt that there was something wrong with the way Aunt Hong and the others looked at him.

"Aunt Hong, it's getting late, I should go back."

"That's right! It's getting late!"

Seeing Aunt Hong agreed so readily, Chen Jing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he forced himself to hold back all the reasons he had in mind.

"If you go back any later, your grandfather will be worried. Aunt Hong will pack some sashimi for you to take back!"

Aunt Hong wiped her hands on her apron, hurried into the kitchen, and said without looking back.

"Remember to say hello to your grandfather for me!"

"grandfather?"

Chen Jing was stunned, feeling a little incredible.

"Could it be that in this world... I also have a grandfather?"

Chapter 5 Diary of the Other World

After bidding farewell to Aunt Hong and the others.

Chen Jing took his backpack and left the Baigang Factory dormitory.

In his previous brief contact with the mother and son, he had probably figured out his identity in this world.

simply put.

His identity in the other world is that of an "academic master" who graduated from elementary school at the young age of 22.

Although he did not choose to continue studying in junior high school, this iron-clad primary school diploma was still enough. At least in the eyes of Aunt Hong and others, Chen Jing was considered a top student.

As Aunt Hong said.

In this world, he still has a grandfather.

Yes.

I don’t know if it’s a random coincidence or if there’s some kind of connection between the outside world and the inside world.

In this world, his grandfather is also called Chen Boxu.

"So just sort it out..."

"I graduated from the Experimental Primary School of Yongye City. I also have a grandfather named Chen Boxu. He usually makes a living by giving tutoring lessons to students. I am preparing for the kindergarten education qualification certificate exam... quite a simple identity."

"There seems to be no logic in this world, and there seems to be some logic. Aunt Hong and her son are crazy, but maybe this is normal for them in this world..."

"These creatures called 'aboriginals' call themselves humans and have the ability to heal themselves. At least Aunt Hong and Nono have them..."

Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and continued to analyze in his mind.

"The words 'all' and 'every' were used several times when the candidates' information was mentioned on the light screen before. Does that mean that... besides me, there should be others involved here?" Is there an exam?"

Chen Jing stood at the station at the intersection of Laojie, waiting for the 301 bus. His fingers flicked on the corners of his clothes, and his eyes stayed on the moon in the sky.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky had dispersed with the biting evening wind, and the moon that had been hidden in the clouds slowly emerged.

Although Chen Jing was so surprised that he was speechless when he first saw "it", now that he has seen it for a long time, he has become accustomed to it, and even finds it quite charming.

Yes.

The moon in the inner world is very similar to the moon in the outer world.

But something is different.

Although they all have the characteristics of being clear and bright, which is better than white jade.

but……

The moon in the other world is dozens of times larger than the moon seen in the real world.

And it's alive.

At first glance, it looks like a spherical creature emitting white light floating high in the sky.

No nose.

No ears.

There is only one terrifying one eye.

There is also a mouth that stretches almost across the entire lunar equator.

The mouth was like an abyss torn open on the surface of the moon, filled with sharp and dense teeth that seemed to be made of dark moon rocks.

And that one eye...

Much like a bloodshot human eyeball.

The whites of his turbid, rust-colored eyes revealed a softness that didn't belong to moon rocks.

There were bloodshot eyes all over the iris.

The pupils were constricted as if they were staring at something.

Chen Jing discovered that when the moon's one eye rotated, its mouth would also move slightly, and the face made of moon rocks had a humanized expression.

It seemed to be saying something.

But Chen Jing estimated that nine times out of ten, the words he said were not good.

Because there is only one word that can describe the one-eyed gaze and its expression.

vicious.

Perhaps this 'moon' was there when the other world was first born.

It hangs high in the sky forever, overlooking this crazy world from a high position.

It's as if the world is just a funny joke in its eyes.

From beginning to end, it grinned its mouth that stretched across the equator, unabashedly showing a sarcastic and mocking smile to the world.

The car is coming.

Chen Jing looked at the end of the long street with his backpack on his back, and saw a blood-red bus with the license plate "301" swaying left and right towards the station.

With the screeching sound of brakes, the bus's tires scraped against the ground, leaving a mark of at least twenty meters long. Finally, it flicked and stopped firmly in front of Chen Jing.

The moment the door opened, Chen Jing walked up with his bag on his back, then took out his bus pass from his pocket and swiped it tentatively.

Hearing a beeping sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kali is really rich..."

Chen Jing took back his bus pass and silently glanced at the empty seats in the car. When he saw that there was still room in the back row, he went straight to sit down.

This bus pass was found from the backpack.

That's right.

There were a lot of good things in the backpack that Nuonuo kid "returned" to Chen Jing, which was at least very helpful for his current situation.

A ride pass.

An ID card.

A wallet.

A set of keys with an access card.

Finally... a journal.

I didn't have the chance to check these things carefully at Aunt Hong's house before, and I had to pay attention to the movements around me when walking on the road, so it wasn't until I got in the car and took my seat that there were no threats around, that Chen Jing had the time to open the bag and check it carefully.

The first thing he took out and looked at carefully was the diary.

Before opening the diary, he carefully looked around.

Apart from him, the car only had the driver and two passengers.

These aborigines looked similar to Nono. At least they didn't look as scary as Aunt Hong, and they had nothing to do with monsters.

They didn't seem to be interested in Chen Jing.

The driver was driving attentively from beginning to end, while the other two passengers were sleeping against the car window with their eyes closed, just like the exhausted office workers in the real world who come home after working overtime.

"There are eleven more stops..." Chen Jing glanced at the route map on the stop sign and felt that he would not go wrong.

Because before going out, he heard Aunt Hong urging him to go faster, saying that the 301 bus was about to end its service.

Route 301 in her mouth.

This is the car Chen Jing is riding in now.

And the name of the station where you get off is consistent with the residential address written on your ID card.

It's all Zucchini Crossing-Dunwich Street.

Ok……

So is this combination of Chinese and Western names serious?

Chen Jing yawned and leaned against the car window to open the first page of his diary.

"7.10: The notebook Nono gave me said it could be used to write a diary, but I don't think there's anything to write about... Forget it, let's just write it down."

"7.15: I seem to have forgotten to write a diary again, but there is really nothing to write about the past few days. Apart from the time when my grandfather got drunk and beat up the security guard at the gate of the community, there is basically nothing worth remembering... Actually, the security guard deserved it. He dared to charge the owner for entering and leaving. He must be crazy because of poverty. But my grandfather was really a bit too harsh..."

"7.16: Manager Sun from the community property management came to see us. According to the old tradition of our community property management, they plan to let grandpa take over the position of the last security guard, because the community only has that one security guard, and after he died, there would be no one to guard the gate. For the time being, the property management can only tie up a dog to guard the gate, and it's still the kind that hasn't been weaned for half a month... (I heard from grandpa that it was a relative of Manager Sun, no wonder they look so similar)"

"7.16pm: Grandpa got into an argument with the property management staff. I didn't keep an eye on him and he started fighting again. I really don't understand why Grandpa is always so irritable."

"At 7.16:20 on the night of July 11th: Manager Sun of the property management company came to the house to argue with grandpa. He said that he could understand that the old comrades did not understand their work, but he felt it was a bit excessive if they did not understand the organizational difficulties."

"At 7.16:20 on the night of July 15th: Grandpa told Manager Sun to get out of here, and then started swearing (it was really dirty, so dirty that all the dirty people in the unit building covered their ears and ran out, I couldn't listen anymore) )."

"At 7.16:20 on the evening of July 17: Manager Sun, nicknamed the Dunwich Two-Headed Dog, was scolded and cried. Oh, no, only one head was scolded and cried. The other head was still arguing with Grandpa, saying something I couldn't understand. What... why are you yelling so loudly! If you keep scolding, can you please be a little nicer!"

"At 7.16:21 on the evening of July 00, Manager Sun ran away with the remaining head."

"At 7.16:21 on the night of July 05th: My window was smashed, and the glass was broken all over the living room. I ran over to see that it was the bricks thrown by Manager Sun downstairs. After he threw them, he turned around and ran away. His hands are so strong, wow. Damn...this is the sixteenth floor!"

“7.16 pm 21:10 pm: There is another furry dog ​​head in the refrigerator.”

"7.17: Grandpa was called by the property company in the morning. When he came back, he said that he was the new property manager and the only gold medal security guard in the community. Then he stood at the door of the community with a baton. He gave someone a stick when he came in or out, saying it was early. I just want to get addicted to beating the owner..."

"At 7.17:23 on the night of July th: I suddenly found that writing a diary is quite interesting, but it feels like time flies faster... Grandpa's birthday is the day after tomorrow!"

"7.18 9:10am: I secretly ordered my grandpa's favorite birthday cake with offal flavor and hid it in the refrigerator. This time I can't be like last time. I want to celebrate with my grandpa, so I have to work harder to finish all the work..."

"7.18 4pm: Today's psychiatric consultation is over. The doctor said my suspicions were correct and that my brain is not normal. He recommended amputation. Can I believe him?"

"July 7.18, 4:30pm: Grandpa rushed over to meet the doctor right after receiving my call for help. They chatted in a friendly manner for about half a minute, and then they flipped the table and started fighting for no apparent reason. I was there... I think the doctor may never get the chance to treat patients again."

"7.18 5 pm: Grandpa went back. He said I was not sick and asked me not to think nonsense, but I just felt that I was not normal... I seemed to be really sick."

"7.18 19:: Why are you still stuck in traffic? I have to go to make up lessons for Nono soon. I'm probably going to be late. I heard that Aunt Hong made delicious food for me... but actually I don't like eating."

"I don't like these weird things, and I don't like killing people."

"I don't like quarreling or fighting."

"I feel like everyone is so strange, why do they think it's normal to kill people, or am I really sick, sick, sick... Forget it, it's grandpa's birthday tomorrow, so I have to spend time with him. These things will happen in the future Say it again!”

"By the way, I won't tell grandpa about the headaches I've had in the past few days, so as not to worry him, but...is what grandpa said true?"

"Am I really not sick?"

"Or am I really crazy?"

"No matter, let's celebrate Grandpa's birthday first. I'm not sick, I'm not sick... I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick..."

At this point, the diary ends.

Chen Jing closed his notebook with a complicated expression and glanced at the electronic clock in the car.

7.19 number.