Jiangcheng City is a famous educational city with 129 universities.

If this event can be perfectly carried out here, things will continue to be orderly and expand.

Other cities will follow suit.

However, the next morning, the second morning of Boxue Middle School, the sophomore year of high school was very calm and calm, with only a loud sound of books...

As usual, Chen Changyan stood at the door with a bag of soy milk in his arms and listened to the students reviewing the text.

It's already early self-study.

However, there are still some students rushing into the classroom.

Maybe they were preparing to attend the event first, and then they found that there was no one at the meeting point, so they ran back to school in shame.

The basic process is to sit down, flip through the book, stare at the deskmate who was holding the pigeons, and then pretend that nothing happened.

The teachers who teach morning self-study are a bit strange today.

Although it's raining, there aren't so many late ones, right?

But because they were too late, they couldn't say anything...

Maybe it was the time travelers fighting each other again, which caused some major traffic jam? Can the students blame them?

It's all this world is bad!

Most teachers didn't know about a big farce until this morning, and before it even started, they were pressed down by mysterious forces.

"... Only when things are in a state of mind can you know the truth, then you know the truth is sincere, then you have the heart to be upright, then your mind is upright, then your body is upright, then your family is upright, then your country is upright, then your country is upright, then your world is upright..."

Chen Changyan went to the office amid the sound of books.

In fact, what changed everyone's mind was not just the twins' desperately working on the questions, not only the stories he and Xie Kuyan told, nor the influence of the class beauties of each class...

Amid the sound of books, there is also the students' respect and remembrance of Teacher Zhang.

If the anti-intellectual ring is a virus in a civilization, the sword flag and many teachers like him seem to have inadvertently planted antibodies early.

"Good morning, Teacher Chen, have you been in the rain?" Xie Kuyan smiled and threw a dry towel at him.

"Good morning, Teacher, thank you. Thank you." Chen Changyan answered calmly.

A wolf and a dog are all people who know what happened this morning.

But both of them didn't say anything in a tacit understanding.

A teacher next to them was still wondering: "Why are so many students coming late today..."

"Oh, it's still early, you can eat something. Do Teacher Chen bring something?" The female teacher at the table asked Chen Changyan.

"Thank you, beef rice noodles." Chen Changyan raised his hand with a smile.

And Xie Kuyan... looked at the female teacher and said ok, then took the umbrella and walked away.

Go away.

He hasn't had breakfast yet!

So, he is transparent, right? A wolfdog has different lives, right?

...

In the morning, it's rainy.

The five-story old bookstore at the head of the Yangtze River Bridge has been closed for more than 20 years and has not been converted into a shopping mall or anything else. It seems to be left here, the mark of an era.

Usually, the old bookstore in the morning is peaceful.

The colorful umbrellas gathered towards this place that had been silent for a long time.

Under the umbrella are the teenage faces of a hurry.

Next to the bookstore is an old community, where the people live mainly elderly people. Such elderly people have a habit of buying vegetables in the morning regardless of wind or snow, and they cannot wait until the afternoon.

However, today, these mother-in-law and nanny have been unable to move forward just after getting off the floor.

The entire Book City Road was blocked and it was blocked into the alley.

The cars that could not get out of this old community were also blocking into a long strip, honking the horn there.

But you can't even go out even if you honk the horn.

Therefore, the buyers and sellers had to go back to their own houses, which made them barely give up a way, but the traffic still couldn't get out.

Because the way the buyers and sellers gave up, a group of young people would immediately make up for it.

The young men walking through the back streets and alleys rushed towards the old bookstore at such a glance.

"What's wrong today? That bookstore is about to be reopened?" A passerby was puzzled.

He asked casually, but as a result, his hand was quickly stuffed with a book... "Zen and Motorcycle Repair Art", author Robert M. Bosig.

"No, classmate, what's this..." He looked at the boy who gave him a book and left.

Before he could finish his words, a person passing by behind him stuffed him a small flag.

The four big characters written on it are written to make you freely read.

"??" The passerby looked puzzled.

This is quite organized...

Although he did not want to be entangled, he seemed to have to follow the crowds and head towards the old bookstore.

What kind of student activity does it seem?

Why? Because I can't read the book I want to read?

"rip off!"

"rip off!"

Finally, innocent passers-by were rushed to the street by the abortion.

Drums and music sounded in his ears, and a group of teenagers were holding up the books in their hands frantically, tearing and discarding them.

An innocent passerby looked down at the book in his hand... Oh, it turns out that a book was sent to him for tearing him down?

How bad this is.

At this time, the streets were covered with white or yellow paper.

Everything seemed to show how powerful the productivity of this industrial civilization is... books and paper can be laid out in such a waste.

The black asphalt road turned snow-white in a short time.

"So, what are you playing?" asked the innocent passerby.

"Reading is useless!! We must fight for the freedom of not studying!" A girl with a pair of ponytails beside her shouted to him at the top of her throat.

"Reading is useless!" Her voice seemed to produce layered echoes.

The innocent passerby was startled by their fanaticism.

He threw down the small flag with a slogan and wanted to squeeze out the crowd...

Just as he was halfway through, he turned around and saw a boy, looked at all this angrily, shouting: "No, no..."

He seemed to be saying that he just wanted to have a break.

He just wanted to have a good sleep...

However, there are useless shouts in the hot air.

No one paid attention to him.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be with a few companions and discussed some things...

Several people shouted together: "I refuse to participate in this event!!"

"I refuse to tear the book!"

"I refuse..."

The innocent passerby was stunned. He saw that, with the students as the center, the teenagers seemed to start whispering, as if in the ocean like flames, a small piece was suddenly extinguished by the rain.

"Everyone here is calling it useless for studying, but they want to refuse... Why do you still come if you refuse?" The innocent passerby was curious and decided to look at it for a while.

However, he didn't wait for the reason - he saw the boys in the middle who said "I refuse" first, and the umbrella in his hand suddenly snapped and was suddenly broken by a force from unknown places!

Then...

The innocent passerby didn't know if he was confused. In that moment, the few drops of rain on the boy's head suddenly condensed into a place, turning into sharp ice edges, and pierced through his back.

A blood flower bloomed on his body.

Several companions next to him had their faces turned pale, and they shouted for help among the noisy and fanatical crowd...

But the others at the gate of the old book city, as if they hadn't heard it, still holding up the book in their hands, tearing it off, tearing it off.

Then, the innocent passerby saw a red shadow, like a sharp arrow, shooting at a woman in a raincoat not far from the boy.

The two started fighting among the crowd.

"So, it was the woman in the raincoat. Because this boy didn't cooperate, would he kill him?" An innocent passerby saw this and already knew that this was another incident caused by time travelers.

There have been too many such things recently, but for the first time there has been such a large scale...

In fact, innocent passers-by didn't understand why most students called it useless for studying, and why did the boy suddenly refuse again? But he understood that the woman in the raincoat had to kill someone if she had a disagreement.

Fortunately, there seems to be a group of people hiding in the dark, protecting the students.

As soon as the woman in the raincoat made a move, someone rushed up immediately...

The stretcher has also come in.

But it’s a pity that boy. I must not die like this in my great years. I hope I can save myself!

But no matter what the boy's ending is, innocent passers-by are not ready to continue watching.

He spat hard on the ground, threw away the book, stepped on it, and desperately squeezed out of the crowd.
Chapter completed!