Teacher for a day

Chapter 73 Summer Night
The chat in the group is very chaotic.

Zhao Hu added a total of eight traveler groups, one of which was from our school... eight groups, but more than 20 topics were generated.

Chen Changyan also admired them very much.

In addition to group chats, there are also private chats and missed voice calls.

That paper eater from class three alone sent him more than 20 messages in one go.

"Master Tiger, have I been impulsive? Have I been exposed? Who are they? Are they an extremist organization? What are they going to do with the traversers?"

"Why don't you answer? Don't scare me, have you been..."

"I was really scared, what should I do now? The teacher called my parents, and my parents asked me what was going on, why I wanted to snatch the stethoscope, why I had to eat paper, how should I answer ..."

"My family already suspected that I was a time traveler. I was only 14 years old before I wore it. I just learned the refraction and reflection of light. Once I wear it, I will be a sophomore in high school. Suddenly it will be counted as joint force and component force... left by the original owner." Memories are only half."

"Forget it, let's be more direct and just ask, am I going to be cold?"

Chen Changyan really wanted to ask the puppet to reply directly, you really want to be cold.

Moreover, in the current situation, not only Zhijun is cool, but Zhao Hu should also be cool.

The paper-eating gentleman in class three is indeed not an ordinary person—afraid to be afraid, but to chat with friends so directly... I'm afraid you are too confident in the encryption of information in this world, right?
However, it can only be said that this is the result of Chen Changyan's psychological preparation.

When Zhao Hu sent the message, he could only be sure that someone would cause a commotion, but how big the commotion was and what kind of person caused the commotion, he couldn't control it, so it was not a surprise that this paper-eating gentleman popped up accident.

He pondered for a moment, and asked Zhao Hu to reply: "Be safe and don't be impatient."

"Be careful of the fire and candles?" Mr. Paper Eater replied in seconds.

Chen Changyan was speechless for a while.

Could this paper-eating gentleman come from a downgraded world?
"How many groups of traversers have you added?" Zhao Hu asked.

"More than 30." Chi Zhijun followed a string of question marks.

"..."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, you are ruthless," Zhao Hu said, "You send me all the chat records of this week in more than 30 groups, and I will tell you what to do."

"Oh oh oh, good..." Mr. Chi Zhi hurriedly got busy.

At the same time, Chen Changyan asked Zhao Hu to sort out all the news about the four groups he joined.

The massive chat records were quickly read by Chen Changyan.

Then, they gathered in the book of Qing Nian.

After finishing all this, Mr. Paper Eater asked Zhao Hu, "Master Tiger, what should I do next?"

"Close all the groups, delete the chat history with me, log out of WeChat and QQ, unplug the mobile phone card, smash the mobile phone, and then find a place to keep silent, don't see people, don't To participate in any activities..." Zhao Hu pointed out a clear path for him.

"Huh? It's that simple? Can I survive this way?" asked the paper-eating gentleman.

"It can make you live a few more days." Zhao Hu replied.

Chen Changyan judged that the Lionheart Action Team will not be able to control the paper-eating gentleman's head for a while, as long as he doesn't hit the muzzle of the gun again.

In fact, the best thing to do now is to seize the opportunity and run away with the bucket.

Chen Changyan didn't say that because he knew that this person would definitely not listen.

Now Zhao Hu gave him the suggestion, he probably wouldn't fully follow it—the suggestion was given for 3 minutes, and he saw the two groups shared by Zhao Hu and Chi Zhijun, and he knew that Chi Zhijun hadn't quit yet.

Even the best plan can't save the dead.

Chen Changyan didn't waste any more brain cells, and went to help Mr. Zhizhi plan his survival route.

Anyway, to find out the eighteen generations of the ancestors of Mr. Paper Eater, we can only find Zhao Hu.

And when Zhao Hu was found... the biggest suspect should be Xie Kuyan, not him.

Xie Kuyan might be able to guess that it was him, but with the personality of a physical education teacher, so what if the gun was directly blocked by him?

Anyway, Xie Kuyan himself is an aboriginal.

It's like a big deal.

Chen Changyan didn't look at Zhao Hu's situation anymore, he began to analyze a total of 38 chat records from Chi Zhijun and Zhao Hu's traveler group.

Because, after a certain red-ranked boss finished swimming, he asked him to do something...

"Since you are so good at playing spy games, it's not a big problem to find out what my student said... the mastermind who tore up the book and flashed it?" That's what Xie Kuyan said—just like this It's as simple as finding a Chinese cabbage.

And Chen Changyan's answer was: "It's a small thing."

He didn't touch the pen and paper.

He activated the book of clear thoughts in his consciousness, and spread out the 38 chat records just saved in the world of his consciousness...

The sky is gloomy tonight.

The moon is hazy, the stars are bright, and the next morning is likely to be a rainy day.

However, the rain tomorrow morning will kick off a prelude called "anti-intellectualism".

……

"What are the arrangements for tomorrow?" The Lionheart Action Team tonight is also busy.

Especially non-combatants.

Boxue Middle School has inspected the three grades of the senior high school today, nine classes for the first grade, eight classes for the second grade, and 32 classes for the senior grade, with a total of 29 student rosters.

The traversers among them have all been counted out.

Everyone who is doing statistical work has a dignified expression on their faces.

Because, just a high school, there are almost every class, and they have counted up to 36 traversers.

The only good news is that all the teachers in the high school of this school are normal.

But if they count the junior high school on Monday, the number will definitely reach 50+, which is much higher than other schools.

With a gloomy expression, Da Mo casually flipped through the completed forms and looked for a few names he knew.

Chen Changyan, Chen Ah San, Chen Ah Si... Well, there is no problem.

The sound of busy typing on the keyboard.

His colleagues are comparing the 36 people who were selected, making data one by one to judge the degree of danger.

If the level of danger is high and will cause direct harm to ordinary people, it must be picked out first and marked as a serious and difficult point.

Da Mo was thinking about another question.

It was also the question that suddenly popped into his mind when he was flipping through the materials just now.

What if the result he found just now... Mr. Chen is a time traveler?

He was taken aback by the thought.

In fact, before he retreated from the front line, he didn't have so many interactions with ordinary people. Every day he walked the streets and alleys, following the red lion to find the traversers, one battle after another.

It seems that there are only endless battles and countless unknown dangers in life.

But now that he has met Mr. Chen, met the twins, and has time, he will come up with various ideas... For example, he is a time traveler alone, but he is an upright and sincere person who can bring With a large group of students, what should we do to delay the development of the virus?
Da Mo felt that his idea was dangerous.

But he still jokingly asked the erhu next to him for his opinion.

"Oh, it happens quite often. It's classified as extremely low risk, so save it for the last time." Erhu answered him without raising his head.

"...You are a real scumbag when you step on a horse." Da Mo kicked his chair speechlessly.

Da Mo went out to light a cigarette, listening to the cicadas singing with the wind in the summer night.

Although there is a smile on the face, the mood is not very happy.

Sure enough, people can't be idle, and it's easy to think about things when they are idle.

He began to miss the life before he was transferred again, and his mind was full of only the life of a traverser...

"Fortunately, Mr. Chen is not a time traveler, otherwise, I would really have a cow." He stomped out the cigarette on the ground.

Go in.

Afterwards, I heard Erhu talking to a girl there: "Da Mo has already counted the four schools tested before, and sent them to the Red Lion together. Tomorrow, their book-tearing flash mob activity, across There will definitely be a large number of participants, we compare the list and photos, and take advantage of the chaos to eliminate the wave."

"Is the red lion coming?" asked the person next to the erhu.

"Come." Da Mo replied at the door.

(End of this chapter)