My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old

examination room.

Twenty-six single-seat seats are neatly lined up, and there is a rushing book behind each table. Middle-aged or young invigilators are patrolling in the exam room with serious expressions. Once someone looks up slightly, they will attract a bunch of eyeballs Caress.

The room was sweltering, and the sun was shining brightly outside, covering a row of people near the window. Several students could not stand looking up and looked down, and they were startled by the teacher's eyes.

One of them has remained motionless.

The teacher's constant determination under the scorching sun could not help but let the teacher look a few more times, a middle-aged woman walked over, looked at her examination paper calmly, and frowned.

Math paper, from selection to the end, all blank.

As the first level in the province, this is impossible. No stubborn bargaining student can even write his name.

She moved her finger and wanted to take the papers and rush for half the time. It wouldn't be possible to pass the test.

Not to mention, this time the paper is humming.

As she raised her hand, the candidate's right hand suddenly moved. Without warning, she crossed out several numbers in the last number of the blank question, circled several numbers, and drew the symbol on the draft paper. I wrote those numbers and symbols several times, and drew a few lines between the numbers, marked with some strange marks.

The proctor's teacher's heart moved, such a weird situation would come to mind some kind of things that are constantly prohibited in the test room. She walked around the candidate, she kept her head down, her long black hair spread out, and her ears were exposed. , No headphones, hands on the table, nothing in the drawer, wearing a very simple short-sleeved denim without any trace.

Just for a little while, I saw that the candidate wrote a few symbols under the numbers, and then wrote an answer on the blank question.

The answer has not been announced yet. The proctor's teacher does not know if the answer is true, but now that she has started to do the question, there is nothing to say. After watching it for a while, she slowly opened it.

And if she looked back again, with only one glance, her eyes would be blown out.

The last question to fill in the blank question is just a short brew. Then the candidate immediately aimed at the front question and started to do crazy writing.

Just glance at the questions for each question, she will not hesitate to write the answer all the way to the end-even if there is only one answer.

After writing, she put down her pen, stopped looking at it again, and began to look outside.

The sun is shining, the trees, grass, mountains, water, clouds, and sky have not changed

Blue Star has not changed, but the owner has changed.

Those creatures that can move mountains and seas, strangely low civilization and strangely high instincts, powerful defenses and fierce attacks, sensitive and violent domain consciousness are so difficult to get along with, but so cute and so cute!

Unlike now, the new owner who just came here finds that it is not confusing. As soon as he learns to walk, he is pulled and ran. When he sits down, he learns to hold this ancient stationery for writing. Then he stares at the strange characters.

Blue Star's civilization seems to have gone through a lot of twists and turns to a road similar to but different from his hometown.

From the perspective of the surrounding mammals with two feet on the ground, it is still in the middle and late stages of industrial civilization, science and technology civilization is beginning to emerge, and all biological evolution and civilization development must take a detour.

What do you seek in the detour?

Hey.

While I am free, I carefully extracted some memories of the original owner of this body, barely understand that I am inexplicably doing something called a school test, which is used for ranking and class placement.

What it is? Do rankings understand class racism? In this way, it seems that the level of civilization according to the criteria of the evaluation regulations should be set back a little bit.

There are four entrance exams. They are Mathematics, Chinese, English and Science in order. Mathematics has another name in her hometown. Although the expressions are different, the characters are different, but when you understand the meaning of these characters, it is really daunting. Believe.

The bell rang and rolled up.

She followed the steps of others and handed in her papers. She sat carefully in her seat and watched the people around her come out of this enclosed space called the classroom, thinking about what she should do.

"Mo Mo! Why are you still sitting silly? Go to eat! By the way, clean up the bedroom." A girl ran over and jumped her with a ponytail. "Hey don't be silly, a high school entrance exam never It ’s rare and terrible, and you do n’t know it, especially the science paper math.

Mo Mo is my current name, she quietly touched Mo Mo's prompt and entered the memory warehouse, and instantly searched for countless memories about Mo Mo.

Xuan Mo, the name of this human fifteen year old girl.

With this, she can live quietly in human beings, waiting for the next hibernation, until waiting for her family.

"Mo Mo, I find you stupid to see you in the morning. You cheer me up! The afternoon language and tomorrow's English are our strengths! Those two undefeated will do!"

Xuan Mo looked at the girl who pulled herself, the so-called "fat young" who grew up with her, named Tian Jingjing, very heartless and heartless? Humans.

She was a little confused about Xuan Mo's memoryless description, and she was urged to see if Tian Jingjing really did not have those two organs that should be very important to humans.

But forget it, I can see what's going on, and I can't put it on her.

Follow Tian Jingjing to a place where there are many human beings, where everyone is holding an iron plate with a recess. It seems that they are receiving food consumables containing low micro energy and high cumbersome substances.

"Everyone said that Yi Gao's meals were good, and they looked really good!" Tian Jingjing looked excitedly, took two dinner plates, and handed one to Xuan Mo. Line up! "

Xuan Mo was at a loss. She had just understood what these creatures were doing, and the next thing would be the same thing as these creatures. Then, after she learned to write utensils, would she learn to use post-dining utensils?

really

Looking at Tian Jingjing holding chopsticks calmly, Xuan Mo first held the chopsticks motionless, pretending to look left and right. During the observation, he gradually grasped the essentials of movement and held the chopsticks in a standard posture.

"Eat! The dishes are cold!"

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Damn, learn to chew!

This body is not the original owner. It is made with the remaining materials in the nutrition warehouse. At most, the memory data of the original owner is extracted through the neural connector. Therefore, Xuan Mo is very worried about the efficiency and frequency of chewing. The problem is different from others.

So she had to observe how people around were eating, how many times to chew a meal, etc.

Exhausted!

The body with infinite energy can't help but toss like this, and soon Xuan Mo found that not everyone ate, and after eating two bites as usual, she pushed the plate and turned her head.

"Don't eat it again?" Tian Jingjing rolled her eyes. "Your figure is good enough! You're beautiful enough to stop masochistic! Oh, how do I feel you changed?"

Xuan Mo glanced at her.

"A lot of beautiful figures, wow, when did you get a devil figure? I didn't see anyone during the summer vacation, so did the exercise?"

Xuan Mo didn't know what the devil's figure was, and he always felt that it was not a good word, but he said it with an expression of admiration, very tangled.

"I'm not eating anymore! How do you exercise, teach me!" Tian Jingjing also pushed the plate.

"" Xuan Mo saw at a glance that Tian Jingjing's own heat was not enough. She opened her mouth and suddenly realized that the body could not speak the band of hometown dialect, but she wouldn't say it yet.

Helplessly got up and wanted to go out and have a look, but Tian Jingjing found him and was dragged to school as soon as he woke up.

Just at the door came a group of people, headed by males of similar age.

Xuan Mo let aside, the soul was very light, but the body was heavy. She was still a little flabby when she couldn't adapt, leaning against the glass door of the cafeteria, squinting at the leading teenager.

She had all of Xuan Mo's memories in the past, but no matter how strong the mental power, it is a very dangerous behavior to accept the memory of others all at once, so a marshal-level spiritual person like her has an automatic The skills of saving the mental data of others in another brain field, just like the computer here, the C drive is its own system disk, and the other people's things are stored in partitions, and they can be extracted when needed.

Extraction is not demanding, and the corresponding information needs to be activated. If there is no corresponding information activated, this memory will be unknowingly stored for a long time.

For example, Tian Jingjing mentioned money, and Xuan Mo thought of a bunch of loose money in the shoe box under the bed in a certain room.

Seeing this young man, there was more information in his mind than money.

As a child, when you have a runny nose, when you stand, when you cry, when you laugh, when you fight, or when you are bad

Just extracting the memory information, Xuan Mo will not have the feelings of the original owner, otherwise she will probably realize that the world is very different from her, free, without data theory, the so-called love.

But the young man walked over without squinting, and behind him was a boy and girl who should look good to the Blue Star.

Xuan Mo, a society without a class, would never know what the princeling was if it hadn't been to the Blue Star.

Xuan Mo waited for this group of people to go out, turned around and went out.

"Mo Mo! Where are you going!" Dumped the food, Tian Jingjing caught up.

"Walk around." Suddenly activating so much memory information, Xuan Mo automatically possessed a part of the language ability, making it not so stiff.

Tian Jingjing froze for a moment, and suddenly said, "I just realized that this is the first time you have spoken today!"

Nervousness is another new word.

"Are you stressed out?"

"To be honest, it is already good to be able to pass the exam. You are better than me. In this way, although you can't enter a class, the other parallel classes are still not a big problem. Even if you are unfortunately enrolled in class 13, it does not matter. Nothing has changed. "

One noon was spent studying in a human flurry and a false human being with an open mind.

Afternoon, language.

Xuan Mo covered his forehead with one hand and was very pained.

Learning Chinese is about feelings. Xuan Mo is not without feelings, but obviously she doesn't have the feelings like the Blue Star and the way they think.

Through continuous activation of memory, she has no problem reading this paper, she can recognize every word, but can't understand it together.

The lotus pond is a scenery, what can be entrusted to a scenery? What is sustenance? Mailing and shipping of new varieties of logistics?

day

She wanted to moan.

Reluctantly did multiple-choice questions and filled in the poems. After reading the next questions seriously, the two articles and one ancient text did not understand, and the composition question didn't say anything disappeared, although it reminded her I have met those old friends who once dominated the Blue Star, but obviously the teachers here would not like anyone to see an introduction about the life of dinosaurs under such a profound topic.

Sighing and putting down her pen, she rubbed her temples and looked outside, continuing to observe the world.

The Chinese papers were closed and today's exam is over.

As expected from Xuan Mo, Tian Jingjing rushed to the scene: "I forgot to tidy up the bedroom when I walked with you at noon, so let's go together! I'll take care of it in the morning, so you have more things to do and run without a shadow!"

Xuan Mo let her pull through the bustling crowd of people and smiled bitterly. This girl didn't know what the nerves did. In the past, Xuan Mo was so messy, she ran out to commit suicide! Although her death has made her an alien bore out, but no matter what civilization, suicide will not be a trivial matter.

Thinking of suicide, she received that memory again, which contained the arc of adolescent's cold face mocking.

Never mind what matters to her.