After removing the [Dark Temperament (ssr)], he simply threw the [Percent Lucky Value Card (ssr)] into the corner of the card warehouse overnight.
So, he held the newly born ice wine card and walked out of the room.
On the back of the card, a random identity of the vest number was written fluently in beautiful regular script.
Name: Frost Island Night
Age: 15
Identity: Student of Grade 2 Class B of Didan High School (points need to be refreshed manually, otherwise the puppet identity will not change with the timeline)
Since the identity that was swiped was that of a real high school student, overnight consciousness was poured into the card. The moment he opened his eyes, he was hit in the head by a piece of white chalk from the podium.
My forehead doesn't hurt at all. After all, this body is essentially a puppet. What really gives Lian Ye a headache is what the teacher said——
"Sumoshima-san, please answer this question."
Lian Ye blinked slowly.
In the field of vision, the golden sunlight shines through the glass windows into the neat classroom, the blackboard is glowing with a familiar dark green, and the teacher in professional attire is standing on the podium with a serious face.
Maybe he was silent for a little longer, but the more than 20 heads in the class involuntarily turned towards the last row where he was, and it was initially confirmed that there was no one in there who was closely related to the vest number.
Lianye lowered his head slightly. There was a brand new mathematics book that had not yet been opened on the desk in front of him. The only handwriting was the three characters "Shuang Dao Ye" written neatly on the first page.
Frost island night.
His current name.
Looking at this posture, Ma Jia is either a god of learning or a scumbag.
Kurosawa Lianye: "..."
This kind of opening really makes people want to flip the table.
In the beginning, the main account managed to finish the police school coursework, and in the beginning the vest number jumped into a high school. The African Chief didn't want to say anything about this.
However, why should he be teleported to class time, and he happened to be called by the teacher to answer questions when Ma Jiahao was sleeping? What does Shuangdao's sleep at night have to do with him staying up all night?
Will he be sent to the college entrance examination examination room next time?
Not lucky at all!
I quickly glanced at the questions overnight, which involved arithmetic geometric series and mean inequality, which were quite simple questions.
With the mentality of asking a poor student a difficult question, he quickly gave the answer.
"The minimum value is 4."
The whole class was eerily quiet for a while.
The next second, the whole class burst into cheers!
Not only the teacher was stunned by him, but all the students in sight also aroused a strong atmosphere of enthusiastic admiration, especially the girl sitting at the front table with twin tails. She couldn't help but glance sideways and flashed a pair of revealing Her adoring bright eyes lowered her head slightly and looked up at him.
"Sumoshima-san is so awesome! So awesome!"
"No more than five students in the entire grade have answered this question correctly. It is said that it requires a bit of university knowledge to answer."
"It turns out Shimoshima-san is such a powerful person!"
My ears were filled with the chatter of classmates discussing.
My mind went blank for a few seconds overnight: "..."
From the fierce praise, he reluctantly realized that this question required manual calculation and was not even within the range that ordinary high school students could answer. The teacher just wanted to use this to remind him to study hard.
Just one sentence.
Got it, made a mistake.
This body is essentially a puppet, unable to make any complex expressions. Even in the face of such praise, the young man standing on the seat remained calm, nodding calmly and paying tribute in return.
This adds a bit of mystery to his future rumors in the school.
The teacher finally came to his senses on the podium, and a surprised smile appeared on his seemingly unchanging serious face, "It seems that our classmate Shuangdao read too late at night and was not energetic in class. It doesn't matter, you are already very good." Great, please don’t feel burdened by this!”
"Yes! The teacher is right!"
The teacher said happily: "Keep sleeping! Shimoshima-san! Get enough sleep to face the new round of exams!"
Lianye:...?
He got up violently and heard the teacher urging him to sleep in class?
There was a cute girl at the front desk. She turned her head and thoughtfully handed over a brand new bottle of water with both hands. She whispered: "Shuangdao-san, are you thirsty? Drink the water and go to bed quickly. Listen to the teacher. Have a good rest, I believe that if you are Shimoshima-san, you can get into your ideal university without attending classes!"
The eyes of the male student on the right were vaguely glistening with tears. Perhaps he had imagined a grassroots counterattack drama in his mind. He showed a particularly high-spirited attitude, "Go to sleep, Shuangdao, don't let your body collapse from exhaustion!"
Everyone is worried about him.
It seemed that in the blink of an eye, everyone accepted Shuang Daoye's low-key character who had not bothered to show his strength before, but today he accidentally exposed his profound knowledge because he was sleepy and in a bad mood.
All night long he kept a expression on his face: "..."
In the cheerful and lively atmosphere of the class, he slowly sat down, dumbfounded as if he still couldn't adapt to the current situation, then stiffly lay down little by little, burying his face in his arms.
Next, he clearly felt the hidden glances from his classmates, and this time he obviously made a conspicuous appearance.
This is not lucky at all!
The teachers in the following classes all acquiesced to the privileges. From time to time during the class, their eyes looked towards the last row of Shimoshima Ye as if they were eager to try, but luckily they all endured it.
I stayed up until school was over and slept comfortably all night. When I woke up, my classmates were almost gone.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to clean up the desk, he flipped through the neatly arranged textbooks on the desk. Almost every textbook only had Shuang Daoye's name written on the front page. They were so new that they looked like they had never been read before.
The piles of test papers in the drawer are also hung with bright red single-digit or occasionally double-digit bottom marks. Stacks of test papers pile up into mountains, and when turned over, they are as white as snowflakes.
Lian Ye briefly glanced at the exam questions, and almost all of them had answers that could be answered at a glance.
He sighed slightly inwardly.
Forget it, without low-scoring practical experience, he really couldn't pretend to be a scumbag.
He couldn't tell the difference between difficulty and ease, let alone what happened today. Pretending to be a scumbag would only cause a lot of trouble.
"Goodbye, Shiroshima-san!"
"Sumoshima-san, see you tomorrow!"
"Come on, Shimoshima-san, I will work hard for you too!"
On the way out of school that night, I said hello and got numb.
It was obvious that the wooden face was a little more dull.
While waiting for the driver to pick me up on the side of the road, I saw my reflection on the glass of the convenience store next to me, and I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Is this really him?
It obviously doesn't look natural when you pinch your face.
I switched several angles overnight, and the faces were made of the main characters in this world. Every time I stood at a different angle, I had a new feeling. For example, when I lowered my eyes, it looked like gin, and when my curly hair swayed slightly, I looked like Matsuda Jinpei. With his eyes open, he looks like Zhufu Jingguang and Jianggu Ling...
"You look a lot like a friend of mine."
A young voice came from beside him. The other person stood beside Lian Ye in a familiar manner, holding his chin up to watch the two people in the mirror.
The dim sunset shone behind the two of them, making their shadows grow long.
Two people, one tall and one short, were reflected in the glass.
Lian Ye was very calm, tilted his head and said: "Mr. Police Officer, are you trying to strike up a conversation with me? But this way of striking up a conversation has long been outdated. Next time you strike up a conversation like this, I may not pay attention to you."
Hagiwara Kenji said with a smile: "No, I'm just telling the truth. Let's get back to the subject! Can we meet each other? I am Hagihara Kenji, currently affiliated with the explosive ordnance disposal class."
After not seeing him for a year, he is more mature and stable than when he was in the police academy.
But if you ask about the name, this...
I thought to myself all night: "I am Detective Conan."
