Magic Eye Warlock

Is there a god in this world?

Is there anything extraordinary in this world?

Am I mentally ill?

These are the three questions that Yan Chong often thinks about recently.

Earth, 2030, China.

It was April, the spring breeze was blowing slightly, the coldness receded a little, and two orioles sang the green willows.

In a classroom of the third grade (two) class of Jiangdong No. 1 Middle School.

"boom!"

A chalk head hit the head of a teenager sleeping on a desk under the podium with great precision along a graceful arc.

Yan Chong raised his head suddenly, rubbed his sullen eyes, stared blankly at the podium, but yawned uncontrollably.

There was a middle-aged woman in casual clothes standing on the podium, with a slightly fat body, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, a faint gray on the temples, and a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on her eyes. Disappointment and sadness.

"Yan Chong, if you don't want to listen to my class, just stand outside! Don't stay in the classroom and get in the way!"

With a roar of a lion, Yan Chong immediately came back to his senses, and walked out of the classroom skillfully with no expression on his face.

"This guy is openly sleeping in class again, my No. 1 Middle School Wu Yanzu has changed his clothes!"

"What the hell happened to Yan Chong? He's been like a broken jar since he was a senior in high school."

"Is there a lot of masturbation at night, the class teacher dares to sleep in class."

"You said, wouldn't it be studying quietly at home, sleeping in class during the day, then pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and being ruthless during the exam?"

"It's funny, his test scores have been declining. Have you read too many novels?"

"Don't tell me, I really saw a very good novel recently, called "The Magic Eye Warlock". Do you recommend collecting it for a wave?"

There was a quiet discussion in the classroom.

"Classmates," Zhang Yuqing, the head teacher in the student's mouth, slapped the podium with his textbook, and said bitterly: "It's less than two months before the college entrance examination, ten years of cold window, and the moment of the final battle of fate is coming, everyone must Don't give up on yourself. Whether you can play games in big cities with fast internet in the next few years depends on this wave!"

Immediately, there was a teasing laughter from the audience.

"I don't know what Yan Chong thinks. Anyway, you didn't learn for me, nor for your parents, but for yourself. When you get to college, you should play whatever you like, and you should fall in love. In love, but for the next few dozen days, roll up your sleeves and give me a sprint!"

"A counter-example like Yan Chong, I hope everyone will take a warning!"

Zhang Yuqing waved her arm holding the book, which was a little funny with her slightly fat body. After enthusiastically feeding the students a few bowls of chicken soup, the lecture continued.

She smiled bitterly in her heart, Yan Chong was a good student in the first and second year of high school, and he was a good student with both moral, intellectual, physical, beauty, labor, and beauty.

However, since the third year of high school, her grades have suddenly fallen off a cliff, she often sleeps in class, and does not turn in her homework. As the head teacher, she has talked to Yan Chong many times, but unfortunately it has no effect.

What's even more helpless is that Yan Chong's parents are not at home due to work factors, and no one can control him at ordinary times, so she can only give up.

Outside the classroom, the cool wind blew through the corridor, making people sleepy.

Yan Chong stood against the wall and began to think about those three questions again.

As a teenager in the new era, although I usually read the starting point's online articles from time to time, the rational thinking of the quality education training in the past ten years told him that most of the stories in it were made up by the authors.

There may be some things in reality that cannot be explained by science, but it is just that science has not developed to that level.

Just like the dream that Yan Chong has had repeatedly since his third year of high school, the same strange dream.

As a high school dog, he has always lived a relatively regular life.

I go to bed on time, I have a certain degree of physical exercise every day, and my body is also very healthy. I don't have the bad habits of staying up late, drinking alcohol, smoking, etc.

He was only a child after all.

Maybe it was because he had to bear the handsomeness and excellence that he should not have at this age, so God deliberately put some ghosts on him in order to balance the resentment of those diaosi.

It's a strange dream, but it's not a nightmare, except for repeating it, it's not a big deal.

Of course, he has recently felt blurred vision in both eyes, decreased memory, and is very sleepy, which is probably an incidental side effect.

Being cautious by nature, after having five strange dreams repeatedly, he decided to go to the central hospital for an examination.

From head to toe, from outside to inside, all kinds of high-tech equipment inspections, as well as a lot of inspection results in professional terms, and finally the doctor told him that there is no problem at all.

He also went to the psychiatrist, and after the examination, there was no mental illness, no split personality or the like.

Yan Chong came to the conclusion that firstly, he had a strange disease, the first case in the world so far, and it may not be cured in his lifetime; secondly, he encountered extraordinary phenomena, and there may be some extraordinary existences that exerted an influence on him.

Yan Chong deliberately ignored the first possibility, after all, he was not someone who was used to making himself depressed.

Therefore, Yan Chong couldn't help but wonder, is there a god in this world?

Is there anything extraordinary in this world?

Did I read too many novels?

"Jingle bell~"

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and nearly five minutes later, Zhang Yuqing walked out quickly with the lesson plan in hand. She took a deep look at Yan Chong, who was standing against the wall. After receiving no response, she shook her head and left. .

Yan Chong returned to the classroom with an expressionless face, returned to his seat, sat down, and opened the math textbook.

Although he fell asleep in the math class just now, his heart was still eager to learn.

Don't say something like "I love learning, and learning makes me happy", just say that the college entrance examination is coming soon. As a senior high school student, Yan Chong also hopes to be admitted to a good university.

Although he felt that his brain was like a rusty machine recently, and it was extremely difficult to operate every time, he still did not give up the treatment, and he couldn't help falling asleep again, so every moment he was awake, he are very rare.

The classmates chatted and spanked in the classroom, but no one came over. Yan Chong was a person who didn't like to talk, and he communicated less with the classmates. Since the "fallen" in the third year of high school, his aloofness has become stronger and stronger. Also, many students are invisible.

However, the strange thing is that in the next class, Yan Chong did not fall asleep. It seemed that the heavy burden had left his shoulders, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

You know, he falls asleep in class three or four times a day on average, and occasionally has that weird dream, but today he only fell asleep once in Zhang Yuqing's math class, and nothing happened after that.

And he found that his vision in both eyes seemed to have recovered, no, it was enhanced a lot.

The white shirt on the physics teacher on the podium is pure cotton, and every stripe on it can be seen clearly, and the gold-rimmed glasses he wears can see an invisible scratch on the frame. Looking at his face, there are two nose hairs sticking out mischievously from the teacher's nostrils.

By the way, Yan Chong was 1.83 meters tall, and his seat was six or seven meters away from the podium.

The whole world seemed to be a lot more vivid, and he could clearly hear the whispers of some classmates in front of him and behind him.

What's the situation? It reminded him of Spider-Man Peter Parker.

Yan Chong looked at his hands subconsciously, well, fair, slender, powerful, not bad. However, there are no barbs on the palm.

Just then, a few lines of text appeared in front of him.