Students on the cement square hadn't yet learned the meaning of cunning. After clearly understanding the lyrics, the whole place erupted in an uproar.

Some were laughing uncontrollably, some were quietly singing along with the music, and others were casting strange glances at the principal in front.

The out-of-shape principal on the semi-high cement platform was stunned by the scene before him. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He slightly tilted his ear and carefully listened to what song was playing on the radio.

A few seconds later, he flew into a rage:

"Who did this?

"Who did this!"

For something so creative, Genaeva immediately thought of someone:

Shang Jianyao!

In this school, it was already a coincidence within a coincidence, a very low probability, to have two people who looked like Long Yuehong and Bai Chen. And then a girl who seemed to be Jiang Baimian popped up. So, in Genaeva's view, this was definitely not something that could be described as a coincidence.

According to his analysis, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong should have become "members" of this school, that is, Taicheng First High School, and, according to their respective personalities, were playing different roles and undergoing corresponding changes.

As for why this was happening, Genaeva couldn't find a logical explanation for the time being.

Starting from this analysis, the person who had the audacity to replace the music scheduled to be played at the school assembly with a funny song was most likely Shang Jianyao.

This morning assembly ended in a chaotic atmosphere. Genaeva followed Jiang Baimian to the classroom marked with the words "Senior Year Three, Class Five."

He felt that this companion had the highest IQ among the four, and might be able to complete a certain degree of communication with him, and further demonstrate the problem of the current scene.

After Jiang Baimian sat down in the middle and back of the classroom, Genaeva tiptoed over.

He thought for a while, then stretched out his silver-black metal right palm and lightly patted the other person's back.

This time, he didn't stop after one pat like he did with Long Yuehong before. Instead, he relied on the length of the interval and continuous pats to transmit a string of Morse code, hoping that Jiang Baimian, who couldn't see his body or hear his words, could interpret the current predicament and wake up from the "acting."

Feeling the pat on her back, Jiang Baimian sat up straight and glared at the classmate behind her.

The male classmate was buried in his studies, completely unaware.

Jiang Baimian frowned visibly.

She still felt the patting on her back, but there was no one in the aisle at this time.

Frowning and feeling for a while, Jiang Baimian turned her body and pulled over a notebook, writing on it:

"I have always felt that I am special, different from others.

"So, now, is the adventure coming?

"What will the gift of fate be?"

The red light in Genaeva's eyes paused for a second before continuing to flicker.

He insisted on finishing the string of Morse code, but Jiang Baimian didn't think in the corresponding direction at all, and didn't seem to know that Morse code existed.

After considering for a while, Genaeva gave up communicating with Jiang Baimian and decided to look for Shang Jianyao.

This companion himself had split into ten personalities, and belonged to an alternative in Taicheng First High School, a place that was both illusory and real. Maybe he could use this to peek out some problems.

After some searching, Genaeva found Shang Jianyao on the rooftop of the current teaching building.

Wearing a blue and white school uniform, Shang Jianyao slung his schoolbag diagonally across his body, hung lazily over the parapet on the edge, and looked out at the football field on the side.

He was humming "I'm going to bomb the school, I'll never be late again."

Genaeva walked behind Shang Jianyao and shouted, controlling his voice:

"Hey!"

Shang Jianyao ignored him.

Genaeva tried patting him on the back again.

Shang Jianyao's expression suddenly became excited, and he flipped over like an angry dog, quickly turning his body around.

Nothing was reflected in his eyes.

Genaeva walked halfway around and patted him on the back again.

"Oh!" Shang Jianyao made a surprised sound.

He looked around for a while, and then said:

"I always feel like I don't belong in this high school, I don't belong to the students who bury their heads in their studies. There are more important things and more important tasks waiting for me."

Save all of humanity? Genaeva felt that he should have grasped Shang Jianyao's brain waves.

At the same time, he was gratified:

Sure enough, Wei has ten times the strong self-awareness of a normal person. Even when "playing" a student at Taicheng First High School, he can still detect that trace of discord between self and identity.

As soon as a weak current flashed, Shang Jianyao smiled and added:

"So, I'm not going to study, teacher, I'm going to work!"

"..." Genaeva found that he had underestimated Wei's condition.

Shang Jianyao maintained his smile and continued to say to the empty rooftop:

"Now, is fate summoning me?

"Let this summons come more fiercely!"

As an intelligent robot, Genaeva wasn't discouraged and decided to replicate the string of Morse code he transmitted to Jiang Baimian to see if Wei could interpret it.

Pa pa pa, pa pa pa, he patted Shang Jianyao's back according to different lengths of intervals.

Shang Jianyao's expression quickly became serious. He clasped his hands together and tapped lightly on the back of his left hand with the index finger of his right hand, seeming to try his best to restore the frequency he felt, just like memorizing the characteristics of a telegram.

Genaeva slowed down his speed and looked forward to the final result.

When he finished patting, Shang Jianyao suddenly sighed:

"It's too damn complicated, I can't remember it."

Genaeva felt that if it were a carbon-based person, he might be pissed to death on the spot by this guy.

He gradually understood why Jiang Baimian always showed Shang Jianyao her left hand.

With the rigor of an intelligent robot, he chose to repeat that Morse code, over and over again.

Shang Jianyao took out paper and pen from his schoolbag.

A bad pen is better than a good memory.

Seeing him correctly record the password he transmitted with "dots" and "lines," Genaeva's main chip began to build a model that could be used for future communication.

Just then, Shang Jianyao's brushstrokes slowly became flamboyant. In the end, he even started drawing little people.

Looking at the unsystematic patterns on the paper, Shang Jianyao exclaimed:

"This is an unparalleled divine skill?

"Heaven's instruction, an unparalleled divine skill that can't be heard by six ears?

"Once I comprehend the true meaning and cultivate the results, I can climb over the gate and the wall, and escape this sea of learning?"

One "warning" after another flashed in Genaeva's core module:

"Give up trying, there will be no results...

"Give up trying, there will be no results..."

Genaeva retracted his right palm, walked to Shang Jianyao's side, and, imitating his previous appearance, leaned on the parapet and looked into the distance.

His gaze swept over the electric retractable door at the entrance.

Suddenly, the algorithm Genaeva used to simulate the group's companions in order to establish a human database was activated.

He thought of Shang Jianyao's words just now, "climbing over the gate and the wall."

"If I leave Taicheng First High School now and look at this Buddhist holy land from the outside, what will I gain?" Such an enlightening question appeared in Genaeva's main chip.

After a period of analysis, Genaeva directly supported himself with his hand on the wall and jumped off this six-story teaching building.

With the help of a protruding point, he easily returned to the cement square without activating the shock absorption device.

Then, he walked towards the school gate neither quickly nor slowly.

When he approached the aluminum-white electric retractable door, he suddenly jumped up and jumped out.

Deng deng deng, Genaeva ran wildly, and didn't stop until he was five or six hundred meters away from Taicheng First High School.

Turning around, he found that the high school was still overgrown with weeds and extremely dilapidated. Where were the lights and students?

The sunlight from high altitude poured down, shining on the jeep parked not far behind the electric retractable door.

The "Old Task Force"'s gray-green jeep.

As Genaeva's gaze moved, he found that a few figures seemed to flash in the teaching building before, suspected to be Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and others.

"It's normal from the outside." Genaeva recorded this information.

He immediately had a countermeasure:

"If we forcibly drag Da Bai, Wei, Xiao Bai, and Xiao Hong out of the school, can we restore them to normal?"

This was a plan worth trying.

For the sake of prudence, in order to avoid possible risks and accidents, Genaeva decided to do a pilot project first. The target was Shang Jianyao.

He walked towards Taicheng First High School for the second time. When he jumped over the electric retractable door and entered it, dark clouds once again covered the sun.

The lights in the buildings turned on at the same time, illuminating figures.

Genaeva once again had the feeling of traveling back to the Old World.

For an intelligent robot, it was not very appropriate to use the word "feeling" at this time. He suspected that the essence was an error message.

Without any delay, Genaeva found Shang Jianyao on the rooftop of the front teaching building.

He carefully analyzed how to convey the information to make Shang Jianyao take the initiative to "skip school."

After calculations involving complex models, Genaeva stretched out his iron fist, grabbed Shang Jianyao's back, and directly lifted him up.

"Wow!" Shang Jianyao was pleasantly surprised instead of frightened.

Immediately afterwards, Genaeva repeated the previous route, and began the attempt to take Shang Jianyao out of Taicheng First High School by jumping off the building.

ps: Asking for monthly tickets on the last day~