"If you have something to say, just say it." Jiang Shouzheng looked at the parents who were preparing to pack their things, "I will be going down the mountain in a moment and I won't have time to talk to you."

The little old man said that he was a god, but Jiang Shouzheng didn't believe it at all.

God, can you be slapped away by yourself?

What a joke.

"Well, can you give me the power of faith in you? You're a big living person, so it's useless to hold it, right?" The little old man rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassed.

The power of faith?

"what is that?"

The little old man scratched his head, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture of touching water with his hands.

For a moment, Jiang Shouzheng felt a familiar breath.

This breath disappears as quickly as it comes.

A flash in the pan.

When I looked at the little old man again, he seemed a little smaller.

The little old man looked at Jiang Shouzheng longingly: "This is it, Shouzheng Xueba, are you familiar with it?"

"There seem to be...many familiar ones to me."

Ever since he was young, Jiang Shouzheng would always have this aura lingering around him after taking an exam.

Especially when I enter high school and have frequent exams, this aura becomes even more intense.

He never investigated the source of this aura because he was used to it.

However, on the eve of the midterm exam for his second year of high school, he accidentally discovered one of the sources of this aura——

That night, after the first period of self-study, a group of classmates sat together, looked at him from time to time, and then cautiously walked out together.

Jiang Shouzheng was a little embarrassed by the sight, so he hung behind them and followed them.

Go around to the top floor, it's dark.

But there are quite a few people.

"Have you brought anything?"

"Bring it, ready stock!"

"Well done."

This doesn't sound like a good thing.

Want to call the police?

However, this group of people includes people from three different age groups, and there are about a hundred of them.

Could it be that they have all gone astray?

The probability is not high, right?

Jiang Shouzheng decided to observe again.

Then, they entered a utility room one after another. The last one to enter looked around carefully and then closed the door.

'What is this for?'

There must be something fishy about this matter!

At that time, Jiang Shouzheng had his clairvoyance and looked over.

Inside the house, there were several candles lit.

There were hundreds of people, each with a white band tied on his head.

Everyone closed their eyes and put their hands together in unison.

Organized, disciplined, and chanting devoutly:

"The great God of Examination!"

"Please give me knowledge before the midterm exam."

"We are willing to provide you with pens, erasers, and 2B pencils."

"I can do well in the exams and get everything right."

"Ah Zheng~"

And the object of prayer is...my own photo?!

In front of the photo is a brand new eraser with three pencil leads stuck on it.

And that aura that he had been familiar with since he was a child slowly drifted to his body from the photo and clung to the surface of his skin.

"..."

This was the first time he saw this breath with his eyes.

What kind of thing is this!

Huh?

Why does this photo look so familiar?

I go!

Jiang Shouzheng turned back to the classroom, opened his schoolbag, and took out his student ID card...

Here are the photos!

Who did it!!

No wonder my classmate just now looked at me from time to time!!!

Moreover, Jiang Shouzheng found that the glue on his student ID card seemed a bit thick, like the mark of multiple applications.

That is to say, it is very possible that without my knowledge, my photos were torn off...several times?

One minute before the second period of evening self-study.

Those classmates are back.

Jiang Shouzheng stood up, looked at the source of the floating aura, walked up to Chen Yuan, expressionless, and stretched out his hand:

"photo."

"Ah? What photo?" Chen Yuan hurriedly covered his pocket with a puzzled look on his face.

"The photo of the student ID card is mine." Jiang Shouzheng felt that this might be a bit too serious. It shouldn't be like this among classmates. He decided to explain, "I have to work part-time at night. With the student ID card, I can earn more money. No.

Photos are a bit troublesome.”

Chen Yuan smiled awkwardly and took out Jiang Shouzheng's photo from his pocket.

Afterwards, the evening self-study was quiet.

Jiang Shouzheng worked hard on the questions.

Cha~

A paper ball rolled to his feet.

"I go......"

In the class, I didn't know who cursed lowly.

Jiang Shouzheng bent down to pick up the note and looked around. Everyone seemed to be reading seriously, but no one claimed the note.

He had no choice but to spread it out, hoping to find some clues:

"There's a mole! Start Plan B and take pictures!"

...

...

"May I?"

"May I?"

"May I?"

"..."

The little old man fluttered left and right, no matter which direction he looked, he would always be wandering in front of his eyes.

Turn off your heavenly eye.

His chattering will not stop.

"Why did you want to pounce on me just now?" Jiang Shouzheng decided to interrupt the little old man's repeater mode.

"Well, I just hit you and wanted to strangle you." The little old man said a little embarrassed.

Pinch me?

How can a little person the size of a palm pinch someone?

How big are your hands!

Sure enough, this thing who calls himself God has something wrong with his brain.

However, after all, the repeater mode was interrupted, and Jiang Shouzheng couldn't let him go back to it.

"Why are you pinching me?"

As soon as he finished asking, the little old man's face changed, he made a bitter face, clapped his legs, and cried all over the place!

"I... suffer!
To be continued...