A week later, Cangnan City's Second Middle School.

　　"Eh, look, is that person from our school? Why is there a layer of cloth over his eyes?"

　　"Wearing our school's uniform, he must be from our school."

　　"He's also holding a guide stick in his hand, he seems to be blind."

　　"Strange, why haven't I seen this before?"

　　"I think he's from this year's new high school class, isn't he?"

　　"Don't say, with a few circles of black cloth wrapped around his eyes, he looks quite handsome." Ha, 👍🏻

　　"But how do blind people take classes? I don't think we have special classes in our school, do we?"

　　"I don't know."

"......"

Unsurprisingly, Jiu Wen Long had just walked through the school's doors and attracted a large wave of attention.

　　But having experienced this kind of scene too many times, he walked through the school's Maple Leaf Avenue as if no one else was around, heading in the direction of the teaching building.

Speaking of which, after all, like many brainless novels, this kind of situation will certainly jump out a few silly so-called "school bully", a burst of cynicism to him, for the future he pretended to hit the face of the laying of the groundwork......

However, the kind of guy who caused trouble did not appear, instead, many students took the initiative to come forward, asking him if he needed help.

This caused Lin Qiye to inexplicably lose something in his heart

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Come to think of it, they were all modern students who had gone through nine years of compulsory education, so how could there be so many trouble makers who were not open-minded? Besides, even if there are those small groups, now also pay attention to a "jianghu righteousness", usually help brothers to settle things, express a little bit of spirit is okay, if you really go up to bully the disabled, the next day will be drowned by spit stars, completely broken reputation.

Nine Wenlong went up the stairs and quickly found his classroom, senior two (2) class. He had already spent one year in the special school as a senior, and now after transferring to another school, he was considered an interloper.

　　From most novels, interlopers are usually synonymous with coldness, isolation, and misery, after all, during the first year of high school, all sorts of cliques have been formed, and it's hard to truly integrate into the class if you don't take the initiative yourself.

　　Nine Wenlong knew very well that he was not the kind of person who took the initiative.

　　Even if he got along with them in the first year of high school, with his uninviting temperament, he would probably be alone even now.

　　But there is nothing wrong with being alone, at least he enjoys this feeling, no one to bother him, meditate and focus on his studies ......

Standing at the door of the classroom, he took a deep breath, settled his mind, and stepped in.

　　The moment he walked into the class, the original noisy sound suddenly came to an abrupt end, the air suddenly quiet down ......

　　One second, two seconds, three seconds ......

He was about to say something when the class suddenly exploded!

　　"You are student Jiu Wen Long, right? Your seat is ready over there."

　　"Classmate, are you blind? I'll take you there."

　　"Classmate, walk slower, there are more things on the aisle ...... That one who, take your book bag back!"

　　"......"

　　There were already several classmates walking up, carefully leading him towards his own position, and there was also a taller boy who directly took over his book bag and carried it on his shoulder.

　　Surrounded by many people, Jiu Wen Long "safely" arrived at his seat.

　　Why is this not quite like the script?

"Jiu Wen Long, I'm Jiang Qian, the class president of this class, if you have anything, you can find me." A girl with a ponytail patted her chest and said.

"My name is Li Yifei, call out to me if you're going to eat, I'll take you there." The man who helped him with his bag laughed.

　　"And me, I'm Wang Shao ......"

"......"

　　Many, many people clustered around him, greeting him enthusiastically.

　　For a moment, he was actually a bit bewildered.

　　To be honest, this was quite a bit off from his imagination.

　　"You guys, recognize me?" Nine Wenlong's expression was a bit odd.

　　"The class teacher told us." Class president Jiang Qian replied, "However, the one that impresses us the most is your aunt, that day she took a basket of eggs and stood right here, giving us eggs one by one, asking us to take care of you ......"

A thunderclap sounded at first, and the whole crowd froze in place.

　　What those classmates said next, he could no longer hear, he just stared at this classroom in a daze, his mind involuntarily floated out of the picture of that middle-aged woman with a hunched back, carrying a basket of freshly boiled eggs, pleadingly requesting her classmates.

　　"Classmates, help, my nephew ah eyes are not good, the nature of the cold, you more care about him ......"

　　"Little girl, you look really good, my nephew is also handsome, you will like ......"

　　"This kid of mine is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, so as long as you get acquainted with him, you'll definitely get along very well ......"

　　"......"

I don't know when it started, the black ribbon was slightly moist.

　　"Aunt ......" he murmured.

Just as everyone was chattering and chatting, a female teacher walked in with her books clutched to her, and when she saw him sitting in the front row, she came up to offer a few words of sympathy, then briefly introduced herself to the group and began her lesson.

"Everyone turn your books to ninety one pages, today we will talk about the history and dilemmas of the modern Daxia era ......"

　　Seemingly because of the extra blind classmate, today this teacher directly explained the contents of the book.

"A hundred years ago, there were more than two hundred countries on the earth, spread across seven continents and four oceans, with different customs and cultures, even in that era of undeveloped science and technology, we were still able to travel to different countries by ship, and feel the clash of cultures between each other ...... "

"However, on March 9, a mysterious fog suddenly appeared out of nowhere in Antarctica, and then spread at an alarming rate, swallowing up nearly 98% of the earth in just 24 hours."

"The skyscrapers built by human beings, the primitive forests that have existed for ages, the bottomless oceans ...... everything was covered by the fog, and countless countries fell into the fog, with no news at all."

"However, this unimaginable mist stopped when it was about to invade the land of Da Xia ......."

"No one knows the reason, but it just stopped so oddly."

"Over the course of a hundred years, countless theories and conjectures have been put forth, some say that this mist is actually a creature that happened to be full after devouring 98% of the Earth, so it stopped near the country of Daxia;

Some say it's because of the existence of a special magnetic field in the location where Daxia is located, hindering the spread of the mist; others say it's my Daxia's 5,000 years of accumulated reserves coming into play, sheltering this country ......"

"The composition of this mist is completely beyond human cognition, whether it is light, sound, radio waves, or other means of detection, none of them can penetrate this mist, and no one knows whether those other countries that were swallowed up a hundred years ago still exist behind this mist ...... "

　　"According to expert speculation, the probability of their survival in the mist is extremely low, because this mist will kill you whether it is inhaled into the lungs or comes into contact with the surface of the skin ......!"

　　"In the past hundred years, our country has sent countless fully equipped exploration teams into the mists, but none of them have returned."

"Fifty years ago, our country's first satellite was successfully launched, and judging from the picture images transmitted back from space, the entire earth had turned grayish-white, with only Daxia left as a clear land."

"The current Daxia country is like an isolated island on this planet, and we ...... are perhaps the last survivors of this planet."

"Therefore, the day the mists appeared, that is, March 9th every year, is called 'Survival Day'."