"Li Mo, can you still keep up with your studies?"
In the office room, a woman wearing a lab coat is sitting. She, Shizuka Hiratsuka, is a teacher. She is known being "nosy" at the school. Just like now, the affairs she is dealing with are not the affairs of the class she is in charge of.
There was a student standing in front of her. He looked unremarkable, except that his hair was a little long, which made him look a little melancholic. This is not the first time that Hiratsuka Shizuka has dealt with this boy. If he is willing to take care of himself, he will get a lot of female attention.
Of course, Hiratsuka Shizuka did not volunteer to take over the work on this boy from other teachers just for the sake of vanity.
"In terms of science, I'm just okay. But in terms of liberal arts, I'm having a hard time. I need Teacher Hiratsuka's help."
"I will help you find a solution for this...Li Mo, haven't you solved your problem yet?"
Learning is not the focus, that is incidental. What needs to be dealt with is the strange illness that happened to him. He obviously looks good and has a good figure. He is much healthier than other frail students. Why did the strange sleeping disease appear on him?
The young man shook his head. This means there are no good news.
Come to think of it, he went to the hospital for many checkups. He hasn't even found out what's wrong with him, so he can only try to see a psychiatrist later.
At this point, Hiratsuka Shizuka looked a little irritable. The problem of the student in front of her may be caused by psychological factors.
He is a transfer student. He came to Japan for the first time a year ago. It is inevitable that he will have psychological worries in a foreign country.
But this is just a guess.
Hiratsuka thought for a while and continued: "Then what do you think? If you want to continue taking a leave to see a doctor, the school will not be an obstacle."
"My idea is, I'd better come to school during the week. I'll go to the hospital on the weekends." The boy said. "The hospitals around here can't find any problems, so just take your time."
"Okay, i'll respect your opinion. I won't waste your time today. Go back early."
"Thank you teacher, I'm going back."
The student walked away very decisively and were not sloppy at all.
Hiratsuka understands this student. If she only has eight hours of activity in a day, she will be very decisive in doung things, and will not waste precious time on small affairs.
"It's annoying."
The mature female teacher rubbed her hair, then lit a cigarette and held it in her mouth, letting the Nicotine numb her to her heart's content.
Today, Hiratsuka Shizuka is still worried about her students.
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Ten minutes later, Li Mo pushed his bicycle and walked out of the main entrance of Sobu High School. He first looked around and found that there was no one on the sidewalk. Just get on your bike and head towards the defense line of your home.
It's spring now, the cherry blossoms on both sides of the road are in full bloom, and people suffering from hay fever are walking in the streets wearing masks. The sunshine is just right and warm, gentle like a mother
The spring sunshine could not completely drive away the cold, and Li Mo was still wearing a coat.
He didn't want to catch a cold. Going to the doctor when you are sick is a waste of your precious time. This is his experience.
Riding a bicycle, occasionally paying attention to the cars on the road. He gradually became immersed in his own thoughts.
Li mo is a Chinese time traveler.
In the afternoon more than a week ago, as soon as he opened and closed his eyes, he realized that the world had undergone earth-shaking changes. I came to other people's rooms and after a period of exploration. He had a preliminary understanding of his situation.
Then--
It seemed that at a certain point in time, he fell to the ground. He had to wait until the next day to wake up. This cycle continues, leaving only about eight hours of activity every day.
In the past week or so, Diao Mo didn't come to school very much. He only asked for leave and was shuffled around in various hospitals. After careful calculation, the number of hospitals he has been to is almost in the double digits.
What's outrageous is that when the hospital heard him introduce his situation, the process was almost replicated at the pixel level. Even the diagnosises are similar.
"There is nothing wrong with your body. You are healthy."
Lo Mo had heard such words many times. His strange disease is currently undetectable by human medicine. The responsible doctor will carefully suggest that you go to a psychiatrist.
It's very annoying.
Teacher Hiratsuka didn't make things difficult for him, which was the best news. At the beginning, the person that Li Mo was interacting with was not Tsuka Shizuru, but another teacher. That teacher was extremely troublesome. At first, she suspected that it was an excuse for his unwillingness to come to study. Until one day, she performed a show in front of her of going to bed on time and never waking up. It was only then that Mrs. Shizuka began to take charge of his affairs.
By the way, when he woke up the next day, he found himself in the hospital.
Just then——
"Zizi...@#￥%!^(MISSING)...Zizi^%!￥(MISSING)#@..."
It sounded like an electric current, mixed with the boring noise that the old-fashioned TV made when it entered the program list in the early morning.
Kumo's face was expressionless, and he didn't even frown. He just held the bicycle with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, and checked the time.
——15:45.
Three forty-five in the afternoon is a very early time. Most high school students in Japan are engaged in club activities at this time, but he went home like other members of the Homecoming Club.
It's almost time, and it looks like he won't be able to take a bath when he gets back.
"I'm not happy!"
After traveling back in time for more than a week, Li Mo's greatest pleasure was playing mobile games while taking a bath. Taking a shower now though? That old way of life was directly left behind by him.
Calculating the time, he knew that he would arrive downstairs at his apartment in five minutes. Then it takes another five minutes to take the bicycle back to his room. Maybe he can change into pajamas in the last five minutes.
——15:50.
An unknown transmigator from another world arrives at the apartment building. He locked up his bike and went up the stairs.
——15:55.
The resident named Li Mo came to his door, took out the key from his pocket, then opened the door and entered. Change into indoor shoes, enter the guest room, change into pajamas, lie on the bed and wait for the "fragment" to arrive.
That's how it should be.
At this time, Li Mo's neighbor came out of his house. The two met at the entrance of the narrow metal staircase, greeted each other, and left.
There was just such a moment of exchange, so much so that Li Mo's movement to open the door slowed down a lot.
What did I see?
He stared at the neighbor who was leaving with his eyes widened. There is something above this neighbor's head, it is very small.
Could it be that I saw it wrong?
The moment the neighbor left, Li Mo thought he saw something appear above his head. It should be something long and filled with red paint.
But when he looked again, the thing was gone.
"Never mind."
Li Mo lowered his head and looked at the time.
——15:57, he wasted another two minutes.
Enter the house and change into indoor shoes. After locking the door, he ran quickly inside the room, his slippers making a loud sound on the wooden floor. When he returned to his bedroom, he didn't have time to change his clothes, so he took off his student uniform, then lay on the bed wearing a pair of boxers.
——16:00.
At this moment, the "dark night" that belongs to Li Mo fell instantly. The activity of his cerebral cortex began to slow down a lot, and his entire body entered a state of low energy consumption. All perceptions of the outside world are shut down.
But...in his mind, something wonderful began to come alive. Something like static noise appeared, echoed, and made a sizzling sound. Like the electrocardiogram of a resurrected person, the sound began to become clearer.
Suddenly, it was like an old radio, working hard and barely delivering the last valuable news.
"Zizi... In order to protect... Zizi...'s physical and mental health, users under 18 years old will be subject to anti-addiction system restrictions. You... Zizi... will be online... Zizi... for 8 hours today. Mandatory Offline... please confirm your real name..."