Lost Narrative Poetry

It's eight o'clock sharp in the morning.

Xia Ran, wearing a pair of glasses, dragged her schoolbag with one hand and walked slowly and leisurely into the main entrance of the school.

Maybe it's because the bell doesn't ring until 8:35, so at this time, the school gate and the inside of the campus are still sparse, and there are not many people in sight.

The road in the distance has begun to become busier, with more and more vehicles and pedestrians, office workers looking in a hurry, housewives going out to buy groceries, and others who still don’t understand what stress is and are carefree. worried children.

He stood there and took a look, couldn't help but sigh, and walked into the campus. He felt that he still hadn't fully adapted to the rhythm of this country...

After all, how can domestic students have such a relaxing time? It can be said that everything from elementary school to high school is the same. The uniform schedule starts at 6 a.m., and the more brutal schedule is from 6 a.m. to more than 11 p.m. No. Treat students as human beings.

As Xia Ran, who only came here a year ago and had been studying in China for the past few years, she is naturally very aware of such things.

That's why he is a little unaccustomed to this. Perhaps it is because of his ingrained work and rest habits. Many times if he sleeps until seven or eight o'clock and sees that it is already bright outside, he will subconsciously feel that he has overslept.

Feeling the vibration and hearing a slight beep, he frowned and took out his phone to look at it, only to find that it was a new email.

"Sender: Machida"

"Title: About the new work"

"content:……"

He didn't read the content and simply closed the information page with an expressionless expression.

This guy is so troublesome. Why does he keep urging him every day? He had obviously warned himself repeatedly before to calm down and polish it. Later, after I saw how fast I could work, I started to push myself every day, wishing I could produce ten works a day...

Why is it so realistic? The world of adults...

Anyway, there are definitely no new works. Fishing is the ladder of human progress. He was just out of a sense of crisis and wanted to leave a sum of money to his family after he encountered an accident.

That's why I use my golden fingers to carry some things from the dream to the real world.

As for the astronomical amount of money lying in his account now, he probably won't be able to use it all in his lifetime, so there is no need to work as hard as before.

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Grade 2 Class B, this is Xia Ran's class.

Logically speaking, he was almost suspended from school for a year. During this period, he spent most of his time in the hospital and at home. The total time he spent in school was less than a month. He had to repeat the grade for a year. It should also be a normal thing.

However, he didn't, and continued the upgrade process normally——

Although there was no pleasant sound effect such as "LEVEL UP", nor was there a beam of light falling from the sky, and then his attributes were instantly improved by one level amidst the dazzling light and shadow effects, and his health was restored to mana, but he was getting weaker and weaker.

However, he just upgraded, from a high school freshman to a senior sophomore.

And that's not all. After the results of the final exam were announced, he actually won the first place in his year after missing almost a year of classes. This incident once became a hot news in the school, and people even exclaimed, "Are all Chinese international students monsters?"...

He is now somewhat of a campus celebrity, and he is still ranked high. Within a few weeks from the beginning of this semester, he has already discovered double-digit love letters in his shoe cabinet and drawers. .

So, what is going on with these little girls in this country?

Fortunately, he didn't have very few friends, but none at all. After all, not long after he enrolled in school last year, he took a long leave to recuperate his health.

Therefore, no one is familiar with him at all, and no one can talk to him at all. In addition, he is an international student from China, and he was able to directly pass the first grade without attending classes for a whole year. Friendly and unfriendly persona...

Therefore, he did not come from the masses, nor did he go to the masses, so his social circle did not expand at all. The A.T. force field protected him very well——

While this cuts off interpersonal relationships, it also fundamentally and directly eliminates some troublesome things.

After all, this is a very simple truth. Although the dividing line between geniuses and mortals is not so exaggerated, the class opposition between academic masters and scumbags still exists. Faced with this kind of unreasonable monster that seems to be already known without any study, most ordinary students will just stay away from it quietly.

Well, you have to respect and keep a distance at the same time, otherwise it will be very frustrating, even if you just look at the reflection of the other person's glasses.

Only some of the same top students would take the initiative to come to Xia Ran to communicate, but most of the time they just discussed study problems, and Xia Ran could often solve these problems easily.

After all, he didn't get his grades by cheating in the exam, but by his real hard power - although it was also thanks to the golden finger with great side effects.

This kind of performance also further established Xia Ran's image as a super academic, and people who had originally suspected that he had used unfair means in the exam all stopped because of this.

That's probably it. Although he is kept at a distance by most people, Xia Ran is happy and free. To be honest, if it were not like this, he would have an even bigger headache...

Think about it, wouldn't it be worse if those love letters didn't appear in the shoe cabinet, but if the person involved came directly in front of him, preparing to take decisive measures?

He could just deal with the love letter in the shoe cabinet drawer as if he hadn't seen it, but if the person involved confessed directly, he wouldn't know how to deal with it. He had never had any experience in this area... so it was better to do it now. .

Wait, speaking of which, does it have to be a girl who writes love letters to herself?

An inexplicable thought came to Xia Ran's mind, which made Xia Ran feel a chill. She quickly shook her head, forcibly expelling such a somewhat mentally polluting thought, and tried to focus her attention on the books on the table.

Of course it's not a textbook. After all, it's not class time at all, and only half of the people in the classroom are there.

Moreover, he has already completed all the courses he needs to learn, and has understood everything he needs to understand - because those damn lucid dreams do not mean that they are all dangerous scenes of encountering madmen, monsters, murderers, and wasteland radiation apocalypse. Nightmare.

He doesn't mean that every time he goes in, he has to go through a lot of painful torture and finally be killed before he can wake up and return to reality.

Although dying in a dream is the fastest way to escape from a dream, it is also really painful. In order not to leave too deep a psychological shadow on himself, Xia Ran has always refused such a rough method of unplugging. He still prefers the conventional "exit the game" option.

This led to him sometimes spending weeks to months or even longer in dreams that were relatively peaceful and basically seemed like parallel worlds.

Sometimes, only one night may pass in reality, but he has actually spent half a year in a dream.

And this time was not wasted by him, but used by him to hone his survival skills, learn knowledge, etc. Although it's not to the extent that he forgets to sleep and eat, or has his head hanging from his head and his butt is stabbed with cones, he can be considered relatively self-disciplined.

Therefore, this means that lucid dreaming, in addition to having great side effects, is also his golden finger in a sense.

Although I don’t dream every day, there is no pattern. But on average, one month of Xia Ran's time may be close to one year of other people's time, even though he is not a super genius, and he does not have a photographic memory or an innate knowledge.

However, on the premise that I am not lazy, my qualifications are not stupid, and I can at least learn——

He can completely spend countless times longer than others in a near-real dream to make up for his disadvantages in other aspects. It is precisely because of this that even though on the surface it is almost equivalent to being suspended from school for a year, there is still no one in the school who is his opponent.

It's not because none of the other students can fight, but because he has cheated. On the surface, he is either in the hospital or recuperating at home. In fact, he has spent at least several years in his dream dedicated to studying. .

If there are still people who can surpass his results like this, then it can only be because someone else has also cheated, and it is a more advanced cheat.

His is just "Micro Aiming"... Others' is the master of "Lock", "Instant Kill", and "Bullet Tracking"...

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At 8:35, the bell rang throughout the campus, but there were still some people who rushed into the main entrance of the school at the last moment.

Xia Ran's seat is the window seat in the last row, which is the corner seat. From here, he can easily see the scenery outside the window, and it is also facing the main entrance of the school...

It was still April, and the soft and bright sunshine shone in, giving him a faint sense of warmth.

Today is a nice day, and Xia Ran feels that she is in a pretty good mood. She doesn’t know if it’s because she let out a bad breath during this nightmare——

It was no longer a one-sided torture, but in turn, it was the first thing to kill the enemy in the nightmare.

Perhaps it was because his thoughts were clear and he felt refreshed. He actually felt that his energy was much better today. At least there was no longer the usual illusory headache feeling in my head after waking up from a nightmare, but instead I felt extremely relaxed.

It's just like getting over a bad cold, feeling relaxed all over the body, like a heavy weight has been lifted off. Although there seems to be nothing to be happy about, I still feel that the world is beautiful and the people around me are very happy. cute.

Humans are such a fragile species...

He withdrew his gaze from the window, and then focused on the book in front of him, as if he was reading it seriously and carefully, and his whole person exuded an inexplicable sense of leisure.

until--

A white and slender hand suddenly appeared in front of him, and then tapped lightly on the desk.

"Teacher Hiratsuka?" Xia Ran raised his head very calmly, looked at who it was, and leaned back slightly.

"Xia Ran, can you please come with me?" The teacher asked softly, as if he didn't want to disturb other students around him.

He nodded, closed the book, and stood up.