Magic Eye Warlock

　　 Is there a **** 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 is April, the spring breeze is blowing slightly, the coldness recedes slightly, and two orioles crowing in the green willows.

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

"boom!"

　　 A chalk head followed a beautiful arc and hit the head of a teenager who was sleeping on the desk under the podium.

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

Standing on the podium was a middle-aged woman in casual clothes. She was slightly fattened, her eyes were full of wrinkles, her temples were also slightly pale, her eyes were wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and her face was full at this moment. Disappointed and sad.

　　 "Yan Chong, if you don't want to listen to my lectures, just stand outside! Don't stay in the classroom as an eyesore!"

　　 With a roar of the lion, Yan Chong immediately recovered his senses, expressionless, and walked out of the classroom skillfully.

　　 "This guy has openly slept in class again, and I am a student of Wu Yanzu in the middle school!"

　　 "What's wrong with Yan Chong? Since his third year of high school, he has been smashed into a jar."

　　 "Is it too much at night, the head teacher dares to sleep in class."

　　 "You said, it’s not about studying quietly at home, sleeping during class during the day, and then pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and being ruthless during the exam?"

　　 "Be 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 "Magic Eye Warlock". Old irons recommend a wave of collection?"

　　 There was a quiet discussion in the classroom.

"Classmates," Zhang Yuqing, the teacher in charge of the class of the students, patted the podium with the textbook forcefully, and said bitterly: "It is less than two months before the college entrance examination. Ten years of cold windows, the time for the final destiny is coming, everyone must Don't give up on yourself. Whether you can play games in big cities with fast internet speeds in the next few years depends on this wave!"

　　 Suddenly, there was a teasing laughter in the audience.

"I don’t know what Yan Chong thinks. Anyway, you didn’t learn it for me, nor for your parents, but for yourselves. When you get to university, how do you like to play? In love, but for the next few dozen days, I rolled up my sleeves and sprinted for me!"

　　 "A counterexample like Yan Chong, I hope everyone will take it away!"

　　 Zhang Yuqing is holding the book and waving his arms, matching her slightly blessed figure, which is slightly funny. 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 of both morality, intelligence, body, beauty, and beauty.

　　 Since her senior year in high school, her grades have suddenly fallen off a cliff, she often sleeps in class, and doesn't hand in homework. As a class teacher, she has talked to Yan Chong many times, but unfortunately it has no effect.

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

　　 Outside the classroom, the cool wind blows across the corridor, making people feel sleepy.

　　 Yan Chong stood against the wall, and started thinking about the three questions again.

　　As a young man in the new era, although he usually reads the web articles from the starting point from time to time, the rational thinking of quality education training in the past ten years tells him that most of the stories in it are made up by the authors.

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

　　 is like the dream that Yan Chong has been having repeatedly since his third year of high school, the same strange dream.

　　 As a high school third-year dog, he has always lived a relatively regular life, sleeps regularly, has a certain level of physical exercise every day, and is healthy. There are no bad habits such as staying up late, alcoholism, and smoking of the uncles born in the 90s and 00s.

　　 He is just a child after all.

　　 Maybe he has endured the handsomeness and excellence he shouldn't have at this age, so in order to balance the grievances of those dicks, God deliberately imposed something on him.

　　 said it was a weird dream, but it was not a nightmare. Apart from doing it repeatedly, it was not a big deal.

　　 Of course, he recently felt blurred vision in both eyes, memory loss, and sleepiness very easily. This is probably an incidental side effect.

　　 By nature, he was cautious. After having repeated strange dreams five times, he decisively went to the central hospital for examination.

　　From head to toe, from the outside to the inside, various high-tech instrument examinations, and a lot of professional terminology examination results, finally the doctor told him there was no problem at all.

　　 He also went to the psychiatric department. After the examination, he did not have any mental illness or split personality.

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

　　 Yan Chong deliberately ignored the first possibility. After all, he is not a person who is used to making himself depressed.

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

　　 Is there anything extraordinary in this world?

　　 Am I reading too many novels?

　　 "Dingling bell~"

As the bell rang after class, nearly five minutes later, Zhang Yuqing walked out quickly holding the lesson plan. 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 blankly, sat down in his seat, and opened the math textbook.

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

　　 Do not say anything like "I love to study, learning makes me happy", just say that I will take the college entrance examination immediately. As a senior high school student, Yan Chong also hopes to get into a good university. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Although he feels that his brain is like a rusty machine recently, it is extremely difficult every time it runs, but he still hasn't given up the treatment. He can't help but fall asleep again when he is awake, so every moment he is awake All are very rare.

The classmates chatted and fart in the classroom, but no one came to him. Yan Chong was originally a quiet person, and communicated less with his classmates. Since his senior year "fallen", his cold aura has become stronger In fact, many students were also excluded.

　　 However, the strange thing is that Yan Chong did not fall asleep in the following lessons. It seemed that the burden he had been carrying had left his shoulders, and he was relieved a lot.

　　 You must know that on average, he would fall asleep three or four times a day in class, and occasionally have that strange dream, but today he only fell asleep in Zhang Yuqing's math class, and nothing happened next.

　　 And he found that his binocular vision seemed to have recovered, no, it was a lot stronger.

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

　　 By the way, Yan Chong is 1.83 meters tall and sits six or seven meters away from the platform.

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

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

　　 Yan Chong looked at his hands subconsciously, yes, white, slender, strong, not bad. However, there are no barbs on the palm.

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