Since I couldn't figure it out, I didn't think about it anymore, and I quietly 'colored' the note and stored it close to me, and I read the text casually. Then he looked around cautiously.

The so-called classroom 302 is located on the roof of the school building, and it is impossible to see that there is another floor from the outside. Like the dormitory, there is still no half of the window.

Time flows slowly, and more than 100 minutes are especially difficult to spend when you are bored. What's more, I'm more like to see if the school rules will have their punitive effect, and how the punishment will be.

Suddenly, someone threw something from a short distance and hit me right in the head.

It's a note!

I read a story about two traveling angels who spend the night with a wealthy family. The family was not friendly to them and refused to let them spend the night in the comfort of their guest bedroom, instead finding them a corner in the icy basement. While they were making the bed, the older angel noticed a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the young angel asked why, the old angel replied, "Some things are not as they seem." ”

The next night, the two went to a very poor farmhouse to spend the night. The hostess and his wife were very enthusiastic with them, and took out what little food they had to entertain the guests, and then gave up their 'beds' to the two angels. Early in the morning, two angels found the farmer and his wife crying, and their only source of livelihood, a 'cow' cow, had died.

The young angel was very angry, he questioned the old angel why this happened, the first family had everything, the old angel also helped them to repair the 'holes' in the wall, the second family was hospitable despite poverty, and the old angel did not prevent the death of the 'cow'.

"Some things aren't what they seem." The old angel replied, "When we spent the night in the basement, I saw through the 'hole' in the wall that the wall was full of gold nuggets. Because the master was 'bewitched' and 'bewitched' by greed and was unwilling to share his wealth, I filled in the 'hole' in the wall. Last night, the god of death came to summon the farmer's wife, and I let the 'cow' take her place. So some things are not what they seem. ”

So, sometimes things don't look the way they should be. If you have faith, you just have to believe that the effort will always pay off. You may not realize it until later.

My current 'confusion' and 'confusion' are precisely because I feel that this school is not as simple as it seems. So when that note hit my head, it 'took a long time' to react.

The note slipped from my hair, fell to the floor, and rolled under the table. I didn't pick it up in the first place, but looked up and tried to find out who was hitting me with it. According to the direction from which the note came, the man should have been in the front right position, but when I really tried to find it, I found it difficult.

The back of every classmate in front of me is reading a book seriously, as if no one is bored enough to pay attention to me, and no one has time to take care of me.

Suppressing the doubts and confusion in my heart, I picked up the note with a vague gesture as little as possible to attract attention.

A very small piece of paper, like tearing off a blank corner of a Chinese textbook. After opening it, I saw a line of small words 'revealed' inside: 'Are you a person who moves around, are you very confident in your memory?' Don't try to find me, just nod or shake your head. I can see it. ’

This line is very delicate, and it should have been written by a 'girl' child. I don't believe in evil, so I look at the past again, silently judging who will have the opportunity to throw the note to me in front of you. The 'girl' child has little strength, and the note is small, so it can't be someone who is too far away from me. And the range near me where I might lose a note is only about four meters. In other words, there are three rows in front of the right, and a total of seven people have a chance. Of those seven people, there were only two 'girl' children.

I looked at the note in my hand again. The words are decent, and it can be seen that this 'female' child has practiced pen writing. It's strange that a family that will let its 'daughter' practice pen calligraphy is at least a scholarly 'door', and the possibility of a rebellious 'sex' child in this kind of family is the lowest. Even if it's rebellious, it's probably more normal than most children in this place.

Soon, I focused my attention on the second row in the front right, with a well-built back. It can be seen from the sitting position of this 'girl' that she must have practiced pen writing. Even when she sits, her back is more 'straight', which reduces the load on her spine and is more conducive to writing for long periods of time.

After setting the goal, I also found a blank space from the Chinese textbook, tore off a small piece with a 'swish', and then wrote a line of words: 'I found you.' It seems that you are also very confident in your memory! My name is Ye Bu Si, what's your name? ’

Then he threw it at the beautiful back.

The note went over the girl's arm and landed softly under her nose. The 'girl's shoulders obviously trembled suddenly, and she seemed to be holding back the ** who wanted to turn back, forcing herself to calm down. Pretend to be casual and block the note with your left hand, and slowly untie it with your right hand.

Soon, another note flew towards me. I caught it carefully.

'My name is Yiyi. How did you find me? I'm confident that I'm doing it secretively! ’

I smiled and wrote on the back of her note: 'Secret. But you didn't talk to me for these boring things. Tell us about you or your purpose. Maybe we can take what we need. ’

The 'girl' child visibly shuddered again, looking extremely surprised. She silently threw me a note: 'Worship! You're the smartest person I've ever met. Needless to say, it can be dangerous to shiver too much. In another ninety-three minutes, it's time for lunch after class. After that, there is a 30-minute free rest, and then go to the eighth tree in the 'flower' garden behind the cafeteria. Destroy the note. ’

I carefully tore the note I was talking to into powder and put it in my pocket. But there are a lot of thoughts in my head. It seems that where there is oppression, there is absolutely resistance, and this truth is eternal. Under the threat of repression and strange school rules, some of these students spontaneously organized themselves into groups of one or several. Of course, considering that these children were unruly and unruly in the past, it is simply impossible for them to form a large group. So, as far as I can tell, there are at least three or more organizations of the 42 students in this bad behavior education center. Now the organizations are starting to pull these three of us into the gang. And the 'girl' who threw the note was sent by a certain organization to contact us.