Don't answer, stay silent?

The head teacher Guo Qing almost didn't come back to her senses. The 18-year-old boy's thinking is so reckless?

Think it's fun to pick up the jokes?

Recently, sporadic cases of "type I vegetatives" have begun to appear on many campuses. The "suicide and evasion investigation" incident in the high school next door a while ago has caused undercurrents in Mingyuan's education circle.

As the head teacher, Guo Qing was the first to take over the task of distributing superiors and conducts home visits and surveys of students.

After thinking about it, her first choice was "Wang Fujian" who had a very low presence in the class. If the other party had not asked her for leave in person with her, she might not have remembered that there was such a student after graduation.

During today's home visit, Guo Qing intuitively felt that Wang Fujian's family was in a good place, which was because his parents gave people a "weird" feeling.

As soon as Fang opened her mouth, she understood that the other party had no idea how many days of leave his son had taken.

If you are an ordinary parent, no matter how good your temper is, you can control your emotions. You can still ignore it when you don’t want to stay at night?

Recharged and given

"My parents of classmate Hujian." Guo Qing, who was responsible, couldn't stand this scene. She thought about the words and thought about how to speak in a tactful tone.

"Teacher Guo."

The king's father put down the teacup in his hand, "Actually, there is a reason for us to do this, not as irresponsible as you think."

"Uh." Guo Qing looked as if she was caught, with a shy expression, "Sorry, I just..."

The Queen Mother leaned towards her slightly, "Some children were born to repay the country. They were talented and intelligent, so they should soar in the sky and repay this society."

"Some children are born to repay their parents. They are of ordinary qualifications and ordinary life, and they accompany their parents in front of their bed."

The corners of Queen Mother's eyes were shining. "Xiao Jian was diagnosed with Asperger symptoms since he was a child, and he didn't speak until he was four years old. The intervention and treatment have indeed relieved a lot of things over the years, but our expectation for him is to grow up smoothly and experience the prosperity of life."

"Since you have never had wings, how can you walk on earth?"

The king's father nodded, "We worked hard for half of our lives to accumulate family business just to give him a flat second half of his life."

"Asperger's disease?"

The head teacher Guo Qing almost couldn't hold back her voice, and the middle school second soul was in the brain!

Isn’t this the legendary genius disease!

She glanced at the closed door and said curiously.

"It is the 'Asperger' that many masters in history, such as Newton, Einstein, Darwin, Leonardo da Vinci, Chen Jingrun, etc., are suspected to have?"

The Queen Mother couldn't help but smile.

She seemed to see her once innocent romance from the young and beautiful teacher beside her.

"The proportion of patients to become engineers, doctors, and scientists is indeed better than other groups. This contrast makes "Asperger's disease" a layer of romantic color."

"But it is an autistic disorder after all, similar to high-functioning autism in childhood, with normal intellectual language, but weaker than social interaction, lack empathy, and difficult to pay attention to other people's tiny emotions."

"Many patients have ordinary IQs, not as exaggerated as you think by the teacher."

"Oh, I understand." Guo Qing nodded and understood.

But when I think about it carefully, this kid was not only not very interested in taking care of others, but he couldn't tell that he had social disabilities when he asked for leave?

"So do you think he has any abnormal symptoms recently? For example, world-weariness tendencies?"

"Declare in advance, is this just a routine question? It does not mean that Wang Fujian's behavior is manifested at school." Guo Qing finally remembered the purpose of this trip, and hurriedly took out the archive book to prepare the record. She had to take a group photo and hand in the office later.

"Understanding." Queen Mother smiled, "Xiao Jian has always been normal and ordinary, full of compassion and loves life. He also visits junior high school classmate Xi Yun every week, and the other party has unfortunately become a Type I vegetative."

Guo Qing nodded silently, but her eyes were wandering around the three words "vegetative".

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At 8 o'clock in the evening, after completing his home visit, Guo Qing drove her own car to go home alone.

She called the steering wheel while answering the Bluetooth phone, "Brother, I just asked for help with the inquiry, what's the result?"

A thick sound came from the headphones.

[I said sister, although we are a high-ranking family, the national resources are not used like this for you. I actually asked me to check the hotel records of a high school student. Are you an old cow eating young grass?]

"I'll tell you seriously." Guo Qingyu threatened.

[Okay, I was in the hotel for three consecutive days. I used my official identity to confirm. During this period, the other party had never come out of the room. There was a regular meal at 12 o'clock every day.]

Guo Qing became even more confused after hearing this.

However, the brightly lit national highway in front of her vision suddenly became darker, and she couldn't help but blink and stepped on the brakes.

Immediately afterwards, she discovered that images of another world were evolved like glimpses on her retina.

The moon dew is cold and quiet in autumn, like the goddess of the night lightly peeling the night gauze with her plain hands, blowing the evening breeze swaying in the forest, and waving the gurgling sound of the stream.

The glimmer of light fell on Guo Qing's cheeks, her mouth slightly opened, and her face was confused.

Time travel? Soul pass through? Player flow?

After hundreds of start-travel templates in my mind, Guo Qing quickly calmed down and noticed a slight sound of footsteps not far away.

She felt relieved and was about to shout.

But the moment she opened her mouth, her back was sweating, her sobs were choked, and her mind was filled with the words from her home visit—

"Don't answer, keep silent."

If you make a sound, you will become a vegetable?

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at night.

The bright bonfire shines on the hearts of people, and the wild wolf and bear in the forest are afraid of others and dare not come.

After that dawn ambush, Leatherman's witch paid a certain price to save most of the slaves present.

Of course, it also included the timid in the end and had to move out the Midnight Lady Wang Fujian. The witches also left their home behind for them and gave them space for the next few days of ferry time.

Until today, everyone crossed the lake and arrived in Lestherman's territory, a smile of hope finally appeared on their anxious faces. After all, it was only a day away from their destination Moshantiel.

During the daytime trip, Wang Fujian also realized the primitive and backwardness of the Leatherman area. The roads were better than yellow mud land, and there were no houses everywhere.

"A heroic Mr. Bokabu, are you thinking about the taste of the fire wine last night?" The barbarian Man Shi walked forward and patted his back and said hello.

Wang Fujian almost didn't breathe.

He had no choice but to look at the brave warrior beside him who was three heads taller than him. On this cold and rugged land, the strong folk customs were born to nurture barbarian professions.

After entering the country, until the witches left, the "fangs team" led by Man Shi continued to escort him and his companions who had almost become slaves behind him to Moshantiel.

"I was wondering what kind of civilization could give birth to an extraordinary magical civilization like Haslan witches in this environment."

Along the way, people lived directly in caves under hills or wilderness mounds, completely beyond his imagination.

"Haha." The barbarian Man Shi smiled, "When you get to the city, you will understand."

Wang Fujian didn't say much, but walked silently to the corner and took out the mysterious notebook from his arms again. Next to it was a pearl and owl feathers to decipher the secret identification materials.

He took a deep breath.

The road of magic, one level and one high mountain, one ring and one day of barrier!

The Second Ring Road is just an ordinary lower-level mage, and occasionally he can get magic tutors in the town.

The Eight Rings have become the core mage on the mainland, and acting as a royal spell consultant has become a nobleman.

Wang Fujian burst out with one ring of upgraded high rings to explode combat power, taking the shortcut to "psychic superpower".

That day, Mrs. Vayne really transformed an ordinary second-ring spell into an eight-ring spell!

Once mastered, it means that countless Second Ring Mages have reached the top and even achieved the strongest power of Sauron.
Chapter completed!