Deicide Learning In A Psychiatric Hospital Chapter 4: ：Day of Survival

A week later, Cangnan No. 6 Middle School.

"Hey, look, is that person from our school? Why is there a layer of cloth covering his eyes?"

"Wearing our school uniform, it must be our school's."

"He still holds a guide stick in his hand, and he appears to be blind."

"Strange, why haven't I seen it before?"

"Should be the freshman of this new high school, right?"

"Don't say it, he looks pretty handsome with a few circles of black cloth around his eyes."

"But how do blind people take classes? We don't seem to have special classes in our school, right?"

"I don't know."

“…”

Unsurprisingly, as soon as Lin Qiye walked into the gate of the school, he attracted a lot of attention.

However, Lin Qiye has experienced too much for this kind of scene. He walked across the school's Maple Leaf Avenue and walked towards the teaching building.

Speaking of which, Lin Qiye was prepared to face those thorns before he came. After all, like in many mindless cool articles, this situation will definitely jump out of a few silly so-called "school bullies", right? He sneered for a while, laying the groundwork for him to pretend to slap his face in the future...

However, the troublemaker did not appear. Instead, many students took the initiative to ask him if he needed help.

This made Lin Qiye feel a little lost for no reason.

Thinking about it too, they are all modern students who have gone through nine years of compulsory education. How can there be so many troublemakers? Besides, even if there are those small groups, now they also pay attention to "the righteousness of the rivers and lakes". On weekdays, they help the brothers settle things and express their enthusiasm. If they really go to bully the disabled, they will be drowned by the spittle stars the next day, and their reputation will be completely ruined.

Lin Qiye walked up the stairs and quickly found his own classroom, Class 2 (2). He has been studying in a special school for a year, and now after transferring, he is considered a transfer student.

Judging from most film and television works and novels, transfer students are generally synonymous with neglect, isolation, and misery. After all, in the first year of high school, various small groups have already formed. It's hard to really fit into the class.

Lin Qiye knew very well that he was not the kind of active person.

Even if he got along with them even in the first year of high school, with his temperament that no one is near, it is very likely that he is still alone.

However, there is nothing wrong with being alone. At least Lin Qiye enjoys this feeling very much. No one is disturbed. He meditates and concentrates on his studies...

I really want to let him have a good relationship with others, but he won't.

Standing at the door of the classroom, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked in.

The moment Lin Qiye walked into the class, the original noisy sound suddenly stopped, and the air suddenly became quiet...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just when Lin Qiye was about to say something, the class exploded!

"You are classmate Lin Qiye, right? Your seat is ready, right there."

"Student Lin Qiye, can't you see? I'll take you there."

"Classmate, walk slowly, there are a lot of things on the aisle... Who is that, take your schoolbag back!"

“…”

Before Lin Qiye could react, several classmates had already stepped forward and carefully led him to their place. There was also a tall boy who took Lin Qiye's schoolbag directly and carried it on his shoulder. on his shoulders.

Surrounded by many people, Lin Qiye came to his seat "safely".

Lin Qiye: ...?

Why is this different from the script?

"Student Lin Qiye, I am Jiang Qian, the monitor of this class. If you have anything, you can call me." A girl with a ponytail patted her chest and said.

"My name is Li Yifei, call me when you go to dinner, and I'll take you there." The man who helped him with the bag laughed.

"And me, my name is Wang Shao..."

“…”

Many people crowded around him and greeted him warmly.

For a while, Lin Qiye was at a loss.

To be honest, this is a lot different from what he imagined.

"You guys, know me?" Lin Qiye's expression was a little weird.

"The head teacher told us about you." The head teacher Jiang Qian replied, "However, what impressed us the most was your aunt. She stood here with a basket of eggs that day, giving us one by one. Eggs, please let us take care of you..."

There seemed to be a thunderous sound in Lin Qiye's mind, and the whole person froze in place.

He couldn't listen to what those classmates said next. He just stared at the classroom in a daze. In his mind, the middle-aged woman with hunched back came to mind, carrying a basket of freshly cooked Good eggs, I sincerely ask for the pictures of my classmates.

"Classmates, please help, my nephew has bad eyes and a cold temper. Please take care of him..."

"Little girl, you look so good-looking, my nephew is also handsome, you will definitely like it..."

"This kid Qiye is hot on the outside and hot on the inside. As long as you get to know him well, you will definitely get along very well..."

“…”

I don't know when, the black ribbon became slightly wet.

"Auntie..." he muttered.

While everyone was chatting, a female teacher walked in with a book in her hand and saw Lin Qiye sitting in the front row. She first came up to express her condolences, and then briefly introduced them to everyone. Then she started taught.

"Everyone turns the book to ninety-one pages. Today we will talk about the history and predicament of the modern Daxia..."

It seems that because of the extra Lin Qiye, today the teacher omitted the process of skimming the textbook and directly explained the content of the book.

"A hundred years ago, there were more than 200 countries on the earth, distributed on seven continents and four oceans, with different customs and cultures. Even in that age when technology was not developed, we could still take boats. Travel to different countries and experience the collision of cultures..."

"However, on March 9th, a mysterious fog suddenly appeared in Antarctica out of thin air, and then spread at an alarming speed, engulfing nearly 98% of the earth's area in just 24 hours. ."

"High-rise buildings built by human beings~IndoMTL.com~The ancient forest, the bottomless ocean...Everything is covered by fog, and countless countries have fallen into the fog, and there is no news."

"However, this incredible mist stopped when it was about to invade the country of Daxia..."

"No one knows why, but it just stopped so weirdly."

"In the past 100 years, countless theories and conjectures have been put forward. Some people say that this fog is actually a kind of creature. After consuming 98% of the earth, it was full, so it stopped near Daxia; some people said that it was Because there is a special magnetic field in the location where Daxia is located, which hinders the spread of the fog; some people say that this is the foundation that I have accumulated in Daxia for five thousand years, and it is playing a role in protecting this country..."

"The composition of this fog is completely beyond human cognition. No matter whether it is light, sound, radio waves, or other detection methods, it is impossible to penetrate this fog. No one knows that behind this fog, those who are Do other countries that were swallowed up a hundred years ago still exist..."

"According to experts, the probability of them surviving in the fog is extremely low, because the fog is lethal whether it is inhaled into the lungs or in contact with the surface of the skin..."

"In the past 100 years, our country has sent numerous well-equipped exploration teams into the fog, but no one has returned."

"Fifty years ago, my country's first satellite was successfully launched. Judging from the pictures and images sent back from space, the entire earth has turned gray and white, leaving only the pure land of Daxia."

"The current Daxia is like an island on this planet, and we... may be the last survivors of this planet."

"Therefore, the day the fog appears, which is March 9 every year, is called the 'survival day'."