"Spirit Ball Manufacturing System."
[This system aims to help the host become the greatest Spirit Ball manufacturing master. Spirit balls are essential for capturing Pokémon and are absolutely profitable!
Please strive to become a Spirit Ball manufacturing master!]
The system seems fine, but the key is that this is an ordinary technological world with no Pokémon. So, what use could this thing possibly have?
Make them and sell them as toys?
Even selling them as toys would be accused of infringement!
Seeing this, Ding Yun lost the mood to understand further. After binding with the system, she immediately closed it and focused on riding her bicycle to school.
She got off her bike at the school gate, took out her school ID from her bag, put it on, and pushed her bicycle along with the crowd.
As the saying goes, first-class schools focus on education, second-class schools focus on ideology, and third-class schools focus on discipline. The original host didn't do well on the high school entrance exam, so the third-class school she ended up in naturally had to follow the rules.
Uniforms were enforced, school IDs were checked, entry times were monitored, morning reading was mandatory, evening reading was mandatory, and study periods were enforced.
They would even search desks and check phones from time to time.
Fortunately, to prevent herself from forgetting to wear her uniform or bring her school ID and being punished, the original host always kept her school ID in her bag and her uniform by her bed as daily attire, never taking out any outerwear other than the uniform. Thus, Ding Yun, in her rush to get dressed and go to school that morning, didn't miss anything.
Upon entering the classroom, it was evident that it was still quite chaotic. Some were eating breakfast, some were copying homework to catch up, and others were chatting animatedly.
Discussing last night's TV dramas.
"Xiaohua, do you want to catch up on some sleep? I'll wake you up when the homeroom teacher arrives. Look at your dark circles, even a panda would call you 'Mom'!"
The original host stayed up late at night and was exhausted during the day, relying purely on self-torture to stay awake and study. This could fool her parents and teachers, but it couldn't fool Zhao Min, her deskmate. After all, the smell of medicinal oil was too strong, and the gasps of pain she involuntarily made while pinching her inner thighs weren't quiet either.
Zhao Min had neither rhinitis nor impaired hearing.
How could she not notice?
However, there were some things she couldn't advise on too deeply or pry into, so she could only try her best to cover for the original host and allow her to catch up on sleep in her spare time.
"No need, I'm fine. I plan to stop staying up late from now on. Thank you!"
Although Ding Yun still felt physically tired, she was not mentally sleepy at all. The physical fatigue would recover in a couple of days. So, she politely refused.
After thanking her, she began to take things out.
"If you're not staying up late anymore, thank goodness. Honestly, your condition lately has really scared me, making me worry something might happen to you.
By the way, which great deity enlightened you?"
Ding Yun wanted to say death, but after thinking about it, she changed it to motivational talk: "I've thought it through. According to Da Feng Novel Network, having a good body is useless if your grades are bad. What if you suddenly die from overwork? That would be a huge loss."
"Oh!"
"Stop chatting, quiet down, hand in your homework!"
"Ding-ling-ling ding-ling-ling..."
As the bell signaling the start of morning reading rang, everyone quickly returned to their seats, either taking out their textbooks normally or pretending to, but everyone had their textbooks out and began to read aloud.
Most were reciting English vocabulary or memorizing.
A small portion were secretly reciting Chinese textbook content.
Although officially, morning reading allowed students to read whatever they wanted, since the classes after morning reading were usually either Chinese or English, and the Chinese and English teachers would specifically assign memorization tasks or dictations.
And they would test them right after morning reading.
Calling out students to recite or dictate.
With penalties for mistakes or not knowing.
So, generally, everyone defaults to reciting Chinese if the first class is Chinese, and English if it's English. Of course, those who had already memorized it would naturally review and work on other content.
A while after morning reading began, the homeroom teacher quietly appeared outside the classroom. He first stood by the window at the back and looked inside, then slowly paced forward and silently entered the room, scanning the students.
Under his gaze, those who were speaking softly involuntarily raised their voices, and those who were fidgeting quickly became serious. And as for the two who were late and wanted to enter the classroom, needless to say.
He directly dragged them out for a lecture.
And demanded they stand at their seats and read aloud.
It wasn't until seven o'clock, when the bell for the end of morning reading rang, that homeroom teacher Old Wu left. The students in the class immediately relaxed. Those who commuted and hadn't finished breakfast continued eating, those who boarded quickly rushed to the cafeteria, and the remaining students either went out for some fresh air, did their own things, or continued chatting with friends.
Ding Yun hadn't eaten breakfast and wasn't boarding, so she directly went to the convenience store to buy two bread rolls to fill her stomach.
Then it was regular classes.
After four classes, she hurried downstairs and went home.
Upon returning home and finishing lunch, Ding Yun immediately declared she needed to rest, then returned to her bedroom, locked the door, and began searching for the original host's diary.
The original host's request was to fulfill the wishes in the diary.
So, of course, she had to find the diary first.
I must say, the diary was hidden quite deeply. It's no exaggeration to say she had to turn the place upside down.
First, she had to lift the quilt on the bed, move the mattress, and then carefully, trying not to make any noise, lift the bed board. She took out a relatively flat cardboard box hidden beneath the bed board. At first glance, it was filled with junior high school books, but after moving the books aside, she found some photo magazines and the like.
After moving those photo magazines aside.
At the very bottom, she finally found the diary.
The original host had always kept this box under the bed board. Only around the Lunar New Year would she move the box and hide it elsewhere, because her mother would clean thoroughly around the Lunar New Year, and the area under the bed board would also be cleaned.
She couldn't guarantee that her parents wouldn't look underneath.
So, it was better not to let them find it.
Although the original host's memory contained some of the diary's content, she didn't remember it clearly. The original host always felt that what was written on paper didn't need to be remembered. Since the original host herself couldn't remember clearly, Ding Yun could only get some relatively vague content from her memory.
She couldn't be sure what wishes she had written.
And she was even less certain how many there were.
So now that she had found the diary.
Naturally, she immediately opened it and started reading.
Ding Yun skipped over the normal diary entries, focusing only on the pages that involved the original host's wishes.