Chapter 1113 Memories of Old Shadows

Today's breakfast time has been shortened a lot compared to usual. The reason is very simple. Luo Chuan is a little curious about the nightmare space provided by this system. He believes that there should be nothing to fear in his heart, so he expects to encounter something in the nightmare space.

In the pure white initial space, Luo Chuan's figure appeared out of thin air. First, he looked at the position selected by the application. The original three images had become four. There is no shadow of the name "Nightmare Space" at all.

"Are you entering the nightmare space? 』

Luo Chuan walked to the front of the liquid holographic image, reached out and touched it, a message box popped up in front of him, and there were two options "Yes" and "No".

He chose "yes".

The surrounding picture changed accordingly. The pure white initial space was instantly banned by the thick ink-like darkness. Now Luo Chuan is standing in the dark nothingness, but his observation is not affected.

"System, how does this work?" Luo Chuan asked aloud.

"The corresponding selection can be made under the field of vision, and the nightmare space will be opened later." The system answered.

According to the system's reminder, Luo Chuan saw the small icon that was not very conspicuous, and clicked it in the sky, and a translucent light blue light curtain appeared.

The information on the light curtain is clear at a glance, mainly to make choices such as the degree of nightmare realization. Luo Chuan thought about it and adjusted all the options to the highest.

Then select Start.

"Students, pay attention. I don't think many people have done this last big question. It is a bit difficult. Let's focus on this topic. It mainly examines the calculation of the number of peptide bonds and the judgment of often invisible genes. First, let's judge whether it is a recessive gene or a dominant gene..."

On the podium, the young female teacher was holding a paper and patiently explaining the final topic. The chalk in her hand was like a war horse galloping across the battlefield, leaving handwriting on the blackboard.

The boys and girls in white and blue school uniforms sat there with childish expressions on their faces. Most of them were listening intently. Some students were lying on the table, and their undulating bodies indicated that they were discussing with Zhou Gong. The back row is relatively loose. Some people are reading pirated online novels that cost ten yuan each, and there are also many story meetings, bosom friends and the like. Occasionally, there are deliberately low conversations.

The biology teacher's management is relatively loose, and they can change positions at will, so the students who gather in the back row are basically scumbags.

There is a small sign hanging next to the blackboard. The handwriting "There are 48 days until the college entrance examination" is quite eye-catching. Every graduating class of high school has this thing. According to the age director, it is "this thing can make you clearly see the distance How long will this cage-like building be?" It can't be said that it has no effect. Watching the red number gradually decrease, even those who have long given up will occasionally have an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.

Luo Chuan sat against the wall, propping his chin. If he read it correctly, this should be the classroom where he studied in the third year of high school.

. Such a distant memory.

"Luo Chuan, your expression is so strange." The girl at the same table poked Luo Chuan's arm with a pen, lowered her voice, but stared at the blackboard, and occasionally nodded her head in thought.

After several years of college life, Luo Chuan was about to forget his high school life. Seeing the scene he was in now, his vague memories gradually overlapped with reality.

Yang Xiao, the name of the tablemate, the monitor in the class, has good grades. Luo Chuan heard that she heard that she had good grades in the college entrance examination and was admitted to the university in the imperial capital.

However, after the college entrance examination, everyone went their separate ways, except for occasionally saying a few words in the class group chat, and basically never met again.

"Thinking of something." Luo Chuan also lowered his voice and replied. The young biology teacher on the podium cast his gaze here after hearing the voice, Luo Chuan immediately sat up straight and listened carefully.

Not bothering about why such a scene happened, Luo Chuan now just regards himself as an ordinary senior high school student to experience the life in his memory.

After listening to the class, Luo Chuan felt a little bored, so he simply flipped through the table, and as expected, he found this magazine, put it on his lap with great interest and opened it...

The young female biology teacher also finished the topic at this time, opened the opaque thermos cup and drank the contents. According to common sense, it should be a drink such as milk tea.

There was still some time before the end of the class, so I simply started chatting with the students: "The biology class is the last class on Friday. I know that many students are thinking about taking a holiday, so they don't have the mind to listen to the lectures, but it's almost the college entrance examination, so stick to it. You will be freed in less than two months, and you won’t have to play as long as you want, and life in college is very easy, just one or two classes a day.”

Hearing this, Luo Chuan couldn't help but put away the magazine, looked at the classmates who were looking around, and shook his head secretly in his heart. This saying can be passed down year after year, thanks to the contributions of these young teachers.

Life in the third year of high school is very stressful, and there are more or less the phenomenon of make-up classes. Today is just in time for the four-week vacation, and it is normal for students to be a little excited.

The biology teacher also understood this. Looking at these students who were about to have a turning point in their lives, he seemed to recall that when he was still in school, the class had gradually become lively, and the noise was constant.

"Hey, Luo Chuan will go to the Internet cafe later." Someone behind him patted Luo Chuan on the shoulder.

"I can't use my ID card." Luo Chuan looked behind him, it was a boy with glasses.

"I've already borrowed it for you, don't run away, we happen to be five black." The boy shoved an ID card to Luo Chuan, looking like he was ready.

. "Okay." Luo Chuan responded with a smile.

Most of the students are happily talking about what to do in the long-lost vacation, and some people are writing hard, writing the papers that the teachers of various subjects handed out from you, me, and me...

The melodious music sounded from the loudspeaker hanging on the wall, announcing the arrival of the holiday, and the students couldn't wait to get up from their positions and rushed to the door of the classroom with their backpacks.

Time stagnated, and everyone's expressions froze. Luo Chuan got up from his position, bypassed the students in the aisle, and came out of the classroom.

It's noon, and there are no classes on a Friday afternoon like this. The sun is warming, and many students have rushed out of the classroom, reflecting bright silhouettes in the sun.