Each time is equally divided.

If you don't have time, it will be extremely important.

Tomorrow is the college entrance examination.

Tomorrow looks very important.

But tomorrow is just tomorrow.

Workers outside are installing signal shielding devices;

At the school gate, an open-air tent was set up and banners were hung;

Several stakes were placed on the ground, and one cordon after another was set up.

The classrooms for the first and second grade students have now been vacated and turned into examination rooms.

There is an A4 piece of paper posted outside the door of the multi-purpose classroom on each floor, with rest area written on it.

The school seems to have changed.

A senior high school student has been studying all morning.

In the afternoon, the installation of equipment also started in the classroom area of ​​the third year of high school.

The students who were originally taking the exam at No. 1 Middle School were arranged to study in the chemistry and physics laboratories.

Students from other examination centers, under the guidance of their teachers, boarded buses to various high school examination centers in Linjiang.

Similarly, candidates from other schools are coming one after another.

School is lively and quiet.

Jiang Shouzheng, who was sitting in the back row of the laboratory, spread out his palms, and a green leaf fell from the window into his palms.

Here, some students are reading loudly, some are mumbling words, and some are closing their eyes and thinking carefully.

Someone will hit his palm with his fist and loudly say that he understands.

There are also people scratching their heads and scratching their heads, regretting and remembering at the same time.

Everyone's timbres and tones are not the same, but they echo each other.

Jiang Shouzheng didn't like this atmosphere. It was too noisy and noisy, but it wasn't too annoying.

Everyone's thoughts are very pure at this moment.

He likes this kind of purity very much, with no distracting thoughts or disturbing thoughts.

He put the leaves in his palm into his notebook and sat there all afternoon.

Looking at...

Anyway, he has already learned everything he should and should not learn in high school.

Not less than a few hours.

When the school bell rang, everyone got up and went to the cafeteria to eat.

Yao Qian asked: "Classmate Jiang Shouzheng, you have been sitting here all afternoon. Is there anything that worries you?"

"No." Jiang Shouzheng picked up his backpack and said before leaving, "Tomorrow, in addition to bringing you fresh feng shui, I will also bring you a small... can of special drinks."

After saying that, he left with the crowd.

Shopping for groceries and bargaining.

Cooking, cooking.

Tonight, the stars are shining brightly.

The old temple owner and Jiang Shouzheng were sitting on the steps, while Jiang Shouqin and Xiaobai were playing in the square.

"Shou Zheng, you have the exam tomorrow, are you nervous?"

"Not nervous."

"Then, take the test well." After the warning, the old viewer stood up and said, "Do you want to watch a TV series with me tonight?"

"No." Jiang Shouzhen held the rag, stood up, and carefully wiped the statue of Laojun.

One inch, another inch.

Laojun seems to have some paint peeling off, and he will have a long vacation after the college entrance examination.

Go buy some paint and touch it up.

When it got late at night, Jiang Shouzheng closed the gate and bolted it.

I wanted to go back to the quiet room to rest, but I thought twice and went out over the wall.

Xiao Bai and Jiang Shouqin wanted to follow them, but the old temple master appeared behind them at some point and said, "Go back and rest."

An hour later, Jiang Shouzheng came outside Gu Deng'an and dropped a large, compressed mana ball that required ten days of cultivation. In order to facilitate Guyu's absorption, he deliberately made the mana ball slightly less stable...

When Jiang Shouzheng left, Gu Yu's figure appeared outside the door.

He looked up at the mana ball...

"Is he going to... blow up my place?"

For safety reasons, Guyu took the mana ball back to his own divine domain.

Returning to God's Realm, looking at the area specially opened for placing these "bombs"...

"What's going on with Jiang Shouzheng? Is he a god?"

"Forget it, these are not the important points anymore."

Pulling open the divine realm, His figure kept shuttling between Guden Lake and the reservoir.

If the idol is injured, it will be seriously injured.

If the dam collapses, the karma caused by the gathering of people's resentments will be unbearable.

...

...

Time is ticking away...

It was half past three in the morning in the blink of an eye.

People from the Feng family have gathered outside the temple.

And they planted their men, and placed... bombs on the top of the dam.

After strict calculations, such a bomb would only create a gap at the top of the dam and would not damage the foundation.

Wait until four o'clock in the morning and it will explode.

At the same time, start the live broadcast, upload it to the Internet, and guide public opinion...

Make people panic.

Those who detonated bombs and helped with live broadcasts will definitely be locked up in the end.

Their father, mother, wife, and children will be well taken care of.

I can see that the arrangements on both sides have been secured.

Looking at the live footage on the screen, Feng Xingsong dialed Black Bear Spirit's phone number.

"Sir, the arrangements here are all in place. I would like to ask you how the arrangements are going."

"Don't worry, everything is under control."

The black bear spirit hung up the phone and tried to contact "Purchase Pig Blood at a High Price (Small Number 1)", but there was no response from the other party.

"It's almost four o'clock in the morning, what are your arrangements?"

"Why don't you guys tell me something? When I talk about it, I'm considered one of you. I always have the right to know, right?"

"..."

"The Feng family has called me again now, and I don't know how to reply to them at all."

"You are making it difficult for me to do this. What will happen if I reply to a message?"

"If it's not convenient to reply directly to the message, can you reply with an emoticon or something to prove that someone is reading my message?"

The black bear spirit looked at the time in the upper right corner of the phone, 3:47.

He edited the message again - "There are only thirteen minutes left until the agreed time to start."

As soon as the message was sent, I got a response immediately - "The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party."

The black bear spirit was dumbfounded and clicked resend - "The message was sent but was rejected by the other party."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at the last message he received.

Such a "response" indeed proves that someone has read his message...

But what he wanted was not this response!!!
To be continued...