I Learn To Kill Gods In A Mental Hospital

A week later, Cangnan No. 6 Middle School.

"Hey, look, is that person from our school? Why is there a cloth covering his eyes?"

"Wearing our school uniform, it must belong to our school."

"He still holds a guide stick in his hand, and he seems to be a blind man."

"Strange, why haven't I seen it before?"

"It should be the freshman of this year, right?"

"Don't tell me, the eyes are wrapped with a few circles of black cloth, and they look quite handsome."

"But how do blind people go to class? There doesn't seem to be any special classes in our school, right?"

"do not know."

"..."

As expected, just as Lin Qiye walked into the school gate, he attracted the attention of a large group of people.

However, Lin Qiye had experienced too much in this kind of scene. He walked across the school's Maple Leaf Avenue like no one else, and walked towards the teaching building.

Speaking of which, before Lin Qiye came here, he was well prepared to face those thorns. After all, like many brainless novels, this situation will definitely jump out of a few silly so-called "school bullies" and sneer at him for a while. , laying the groundwork for him to pretend to slap his face in the future...

However, that troublemaker did not appear. Instead, many students took the initiative to ask him if he needed help.

This made Lin Qiye feel inexplicably lost.

Thinking about it, they are all modern students who have gone through nine years of compulsory education, how can there be so many troublemakers who don't open their eyes? Besides, even if there are those small groups, they still pay attention to "the loyalty of the rivers and lakes". It is okay to help the brothers settle things on weekdays and express their spirits.

Lin Qiye walked up the stairs, and soon found his classroom, Class Two. He has been in the special school for a year in the first year of high school, and now he is considered a transfer student after transferring to another school.

Judging from most film and television dramas and dramas, transfer students are generally synonymous with coldness, isolation, and misery. After all, in the first year of high school, various small groups have already formed. If you don’t take the initiative, it is difficult to really integrate Among the classes.

Lin Qiye knew very well that he was not the kind of proactive person.

Even if he got along with them even in his freshman year of high school, with his aura of not getting close to strangers, he is likely to be alone until now.

But there is nothing wrong with being alone, at least Lin Qiye himself enjoys this feeling, no one disturbs him, he can cultivate his nature quietly and concentrate on his studies...

If you really want to deliberately ask him to have a good relationship with others, he won't.

Standing at the door of the classroom, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked in.

The moment Lin Qiye walked into the class, the original noisy voice stopped abruptly, and the air suddenly became quiet...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just when Lin Qiye was about to say something, the class exploded!

"You are classmate Lin Qiye, right? Your seat is ready, there."

"Student Lin Qiye, can't you see? I'll take you there."

"Student, walk slowly, there are a lot of things in the aisle...Who is that, put your schoolbag back quickly!"

"..."

Before Lin Qiye could react, several students had already stepped forward, carefully leading him to his place, and a tall boy directly took Lin Qiye's schoolbag and carried it on his shoulders superior.

Surrounded by many people, Lin Qiye came to his seat "safely".

Lin Qiye: ...?

How is this different from the script?

"Student Lin Qiye, I'm Jiang Qian, the monitor of this class. If you need anything, you can call me." A girl with a ponytail said, patting her chest.

"My name is Li Yifei. If you go to eat, call me and I'll take you there." The man who helped him carry the bag smiled.

"And me, my name is Wang Shao..."

"..."

Many people crowded around him and greeted him warmly.

For a moment, Lin Qiye was a little dazed.

To be honest, it was quite different from his imagination.

"You guys know me?" Lin Qiye had a strange expression on his face.

"The head teacher told us about you." Jiang Qian, the monitor, replied, "However, what impressed us the most was your aunt, who was standing here with a basket of eggs that day, delivering eggs to us one by one, please. Let's take care of you..."

There seemed to be a thunder in Lin Qiye's mind, and he froze in place.

He couldn't listen to what those students said next, he just stared at the classroom in a daze, and the hunched middle-aged woman involuntarily appeared in his mind, carrying a basket of freshly boiled eggs , sincerely please the pictures of the students.

"Students, help me, my nephew has bad eyesight and a cold temper, please take care of him..."

"Little girl, you look so good-looking, and my nephew is also very handsome, you will definitely like it..."

"Qiye is a child who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. As long as you get to know him well, you will get along well..."

"..."

I don't know when it started, the black ribbon became slightly wet.

"Aunt..." he muttered to himself.

While everyone was chatting, a female teacher came in with a book between her arms. Seeing Lin Qiye sitting in the front row, she first came up to express her condolences, then gave a brief introduction to everyone, and then began to teach.

"Everyone, turn the book to page ninety-one. Today we will talk about the history and predicament of the modern Great Xia..."

It seems that because of the addition of Lin Qiye, today the teacher omitted the process of skimming the textbook, and directly explained the content of the book.

"One hundred years ago, there were more than 200 countries on the earth, distributed in seven continents and four oceans, with different customs and cultures. Even in that age when technology was not developed, we could still travel to different countries by boat. Countries, feel the collision of cultures..."

"However, on March 9th, a mysterious fog suddenly appeared in Antarctica out of thin air, and then spread at an alarming speed. In just 24 hours, it swallowed nearly 98% of the earth's area."

"The high-rise buildings built by human beings, the primitive forests that existed in ancient times, the bottomless ocean... everything is covered by fog, and countless countries have fallen into the fog, and there is no news at all."

"However, this unbelievable fog... stopped when it was about to invade the land of Great Xia."

"No one knows why, but it just stopped weirdly."

"In the past hundred years, countless theories and conjectures have been put forward. Some people say that this mist is actually a kind of creature. After swallowing 98% of the earth, it happened to be full, so it stopped near Daxia; some people said it was because of Daxia. There is a special magnetic field in the location, which hinders the spread of the fog; some people say that this is the five thousand years of accumulation of my Great Xia, which is working to protect this land..."

"The composition of this fog is completely beyond human cognition. No light, sound, electric wave, or other detection methods can penetrate this fog. No one knows that behind this fog, those who died a hundred years ago Do other countries that have been swallowed still exist..."

"According to experts' speculation, their chances of surviving in the mist are extremely low, because whether this mist is inhaled into the lungs or touches the surface of the skin... it is fatal!"

"In the past hundred years, our country has sent countless well-equipped detection teams into the fog, but none of them came back."

"Fifty years ago, my country's first satellite was successfully launched. Judging from the pictures and images sent back from space, the entire earth has turned gray and white, leaving only a piece of pure land in Daxia."

"Big Xia right now is like an isolated island on this planet, and we... may be the last survivors of this planet."

"Therefore, the day when the fog emerges, which is March 9 every year, is known as 'survival day'."