“Oh, right.”

As if remembering something, Wang Congshan said to Li Ang, “The Mid-Autumn Festival is the day after tomorrow. Do you want to come to my house for dinner then?”

“Huh?” Li Ang was taken aback.

Wang Congshan continued to lie on the table, burying her head in her arms, yawning, and pretending to say casually, “Isn’t it because my cousin's parents' jobs have changed, and they're planning to move to Yin City? Coincidentally, my cousin lives across the street from us now,

so we might as well spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together the day after tomorrow, to keep me company... I mean, to have dinner with us or something.

Uh, my dad said he was very grateful for your help last time.”

“”

Li Ang glanced at Wang Congshan's slightly red ears peeking out from her arms, and his heart softened inexplicably, his voice becoming a little gentler, “No need, I have something to do the day after tomorrow.”

“Damn,”

Wang Congshan tilted her head, her ears still burning, her big watery eyes trying to maintain a squinting glare, “Can you talk normally?”

“Where am I not normal?”

Li Ang instantly changed his expression like a Sichuan opera performer, pulled down his expression, and lazily replied, “Yours truly is known as the Gentle Little Prince. What you heard just now was my professional voice acting. You wouldn't be able to hear it without paying.”

“Tch.”

Wang Congshan rolled her eyes, buried her head back in her arms, and said in a muffled voice, “Who wants to hear it.”

Li Ang smiled and didn't speak, ignoring the sour and resentful "tsk, tsk, tsk" sounds of Miss Chai in his body.

“Class, let’s start.”

Tang Hanyi, holding a lesson plan, hurried into the classroom, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked a little tired.

This Special Affairs Bureau subordinate agent hasn't had much rest lately.

Since the last mist incident, impenetrable thick fog has gradually emerged from the underground drilling well on Qianhua Road, and now it has covered half the street.

These mists, like the previous case reports, will devour anything that enters them.

The Special Affairs Bureau has successively sent dozens of reconnaissance drones into the thick fog, but once the drones enter the fog, they lose all contact.

Live animals such as mice with miniature cameras installed also disappeared silently after being released into the fog.

Metal rods tied with camera equipment were also swallowed up in the part that came into contact with the thick fog after entering and exiting the fog.

All attempts to remotely observe the inside of the fog have ended in failure.

For safety reasons, the Special Affairs Bureau used roadblocks to surround Qianhua Road, the center of the fog, and temporarily emptied the shops and residents around Qianhua Road under the pretext of "underground pipeline maintenance."

A temporary stronghold was established on a high-rise building far away from Qianhua Road for the research team to conduct real-time monitoring.

Tang Hanyi's security level is not enough to know the extent of the Otherworld Society's and the Special Affairs Bureau's understanding of the fog, and she doesn't know whether the superiors will send a Mobile Task Force to enter the mutated fog again.

All she knows is that on-site excavation has stopped, and those engineering teams and Mobile Task Force general skill specialized Wan Jia Xiong Meng players who were called over are all on standby on the outskirts of Qianhua Road.

As an intelligence analyst, Tang Hanyi's school is at the key node of this series of abnormal events.

In short, the fact that no large-scale evacuation order has been received proves that the situation is not particularly bad.

Tang Hanyi couldn't help but rub her eyebrows. Even functional drinks that can refresh her mind couldn't relieve the mental fatigue caused by prolonged insomnia.

No matter how tired she is, normal teaching is still necessary. However, after a period of training, Tang Hanyi has also learned her lesson. She never calls on Li Ang to answer questions in class, letting him sit in his seat and daydream, wander around, fold paper airplanes under his desk, and flick erasers.

The last time she called on Li Ang to answer a question was the math teacher, who was dissatisfied with Li Ang's lazy attitude and asked Li Ang to recite pi. As a result, the latter stood up and began to recite, and couldn't stop at all.

When Li Ang recited more than thirty digits, the students were shocked. When he recited more than seventy digits, the teacher was shocked. When he recited more than a hundred digits, Wang Congshan was shocked—she was stunned to find that Li Ang began to recite his own QQ number, home phone number, and even the numbers represented by the pinyin abbreviations of the names of all the students in the class.

Later, Li Ang even recited whatever numbers came to his mind, reporting a bunch of messy things. Because he was expressionless, spoke extremely fast, and had a calm and confident attitude, he shocked and convinced everyone except Wang Congshan.

(Actually, Li Ang himself can recite hundreds of digits of pi. Any segment of pi can be extracted, arranged in forward, reverse, or inverted order, and used as an account password, which is very convenient.)

“Please turn to your textbooks.”

Tang Hanyi began to lecture. Li Ang's eyes widened, propping his chin with one hand to maintain a serious listening posture, while the other hand reached under the desk and took a few A4 sheets of paper to start folding various paper animals with one hand.

When he was bored in the past, Li Ang often played games under the desk with one hand, such as Rubik's cubes, flicking paper cutters, spinning pens, and fancy card cutting, to exercise the flexibility of his hands.

Well, if he wasn't afraid of being photographed for being too handsome and leaving loopholes, Li Ang might have become a street magician to earn money to supplement his family.

'Teacher Tang looks very tired, like some of the faculty and staff with the scent of the Special Affairs Bureau,'

Li Ang thought silently, 'But she can still come to class normally, which means the situation is not particularly bad.'

The forum is still the same as before, with no particularly major news. There are some posts about Qianhua Road in Yin City, but they are vague and basically don't reveal any information.

It's not like before. The monitoring around Qianhua Road is stronger than ever. Li Ang doesn't dare to approach there at all. It would be terrible if he triggered any missions.

He safely got through the whole day of classes and went home after school—recently, Wang Congshan's mother insisted on driving Wang Congshan to and from school (probably because she knew something and was worried about safety), so Li Ang could only ride his bike home alone.

In fact, letting Li Ang and Wang Congshan ride home together is much safer than Wang's mother driving her personally.

But there is no other way. In the general environment of the gradually unfolding Killing Game, no place is absolutely safe.

Even if the whole family moves out of Yin City, there is still a possibility of being involved in abnormal events—staying here can be closer to the protection of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Ordinary people are too helpless in the face of anomalies.

Of course, Wan Jia Xiong Meng players living from moment to moment are not much better off.

Li Ang rode his bike home, chatted with Wang Congshan casually on WeChat (mainly to confirm that she arrived home safely), and after ending the communication, he released Miss Chai.

Miss Chai jumped out of Li Ang's body and jumped into the sofa to play with her mobile phone as usual, while reading female-oriented novels and muttering something like "tsk, tsk, tsk, so sour" in a barely audible voice.

Who knows what she is implying.

Li Ang was at a loss and didn't bother with her. He sat at his computer desk, staring blankly at the calendar in the lower right corner of the screen.

“The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Should I go back and visit?”