The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

"Shen Han, because of cheating in the exam, he is disqualified from the high mathematics competition!"

The young female teacher stood on the podium and announced in an indifferent tone. She glanced at a tall boy in the back row with a trace of disgust in her eyes.

The black sheep in the top class.

As soon as the female teacher finished speaking, the students below immediately started a commotion of surprise.

"Oh my god, Shen Xueshen can also cheat..."

"It's unbelievable. Shen Xueshen's grades are so excellent but he went astray. The test questions must be too difficult, so he had no choice but to..."

"Tsk! You are still a student. The grade department has publicly warned you and will record a major demerit. Cheating is cheating, so why are you looking for such a bad excuse..."

"Come on, it's just a thief who plagiarized answers!"

The classmates were talking a lot, and the words of the conversation turned from incredible to intense, even sharp.

Song Jiu's heart tightened and he turned to look at the back row.

In the noisy classroom, the handsome boy is dignified and elegant, with a calm expression and indifferent to the ridicule around him. His thick eyelashes tremble slightly, and the shadows under his eyes are a bit cool.

Holding a pure black ballpoint pen in his hand, the pen tip was waving as if nothing was more important than the creation under his hand.

His psychological quality is really strong. If it were him, he would have run out of the classroom with his eyes red from crying.

Song Jiu couldn't help but admire him.

Just, suddenly.

As if aware of his gaze.

The handsome boy suddenly raised his eyelids, his gaze as sharp as an arrow, and he pierced him very quickly.

Almost instantly, the hairs all over Song Jiu's body exploded, and goosebumps broke out all over his body. This was a sign that the body was warning of a life-threatening threat.

Even his breathing was temporarily stagnant, which was terrifying.

Song Jiu lowered his eyelashes and turned around silently, but never dared to look back.

That kind of gaze is as sharp as an unsheathed sword, and also like a strong wolf king, extremely wild and dangerous.

Is this really the aura a high school student should have?

Song Jiu didn't know, but based on his intuition, he was instinctively afraid of the handsome boy - his mission target.

He called to the system in his mind.

'001, can I change the mission target? Shen Han is too scary, I...'

[No, Host No. 9, there is only one mission goal in each small world, host please take this mission seriously]

Song Jiu bit his lip.

'Then you have to give me the information about the mission target, otherwise how can you complete the mission. '

It seemed that he didn't expect him to ask this question, and there was a rare lag in the system sound.

[In this world, your task is to obtain the mission target—Shen Han’s beloved thing.

For other information, please explore on your own on Nine.

This system will not appear until the mission is completed. Finally, I wish mission No. 9 success]

Then, there was no sound in my head.

Song Jiu called out several times in his heart, but there was still silence in his mind.

Only then was it confirmed that the system was really gone.

Although I know that this is a hard-core rule of the Quick Travel Bureau, all missionaries must abide by it and must not violate it.

But he couldn't help but feel confused.

Confusion about the unknown.

Under the greeting of the female teacher, the classroom became quiet, and the students began today's class.

This class is an English class. The pure English teaching method makes the students miserable. The female teacher occasionally checks one or two students. The students' hesitant answers make the female teacher very angry.

The content of the course may be a bit strenuous for a high school student, and it may even be like listening to a book from heaven.

But the strange thing is that Song Jiu can understand it completely.

You know, he entered the small world wearing clothes.

In other words, this body now belongs to Song Jiu himself, and it is guaranteed to be fake.

As a newbie, this was the first task he received.

Before that, his memory was blank. How could he understand English?

After thinking for a long time, Song Jiu gave up without coming up with a reason.

Perhaps, in order to allow the tasker to adapt to the small world faster, the system secretly transferred memories to his mind, but he didn't know it.

And his identity in this world is that Song Jiu, a transfer student, grew up in an orphanage with excellent academic performance. He has been studying until now with the help of caring people in society.

Of course, this information is all fabricated by the system.

Song Jiu was not worried that anyone would check his origins, because the system had already made virtual records.

When the host enters the small world, the system will automatically arrange the host's identity, residence, etc., so that the indigenous people will not notice anything strange.

Moreover, the landing position of the mission operator is as close as possible to the mission target.

Being in a strange environment, Song Jiu couldn't help but feel a little panic. This panic came from an unfounded sense of loneliness.

He only remembered that he seemed to have been sleeping for a long, long time. One day he opened his eyes in a daze and found himself floating in chaos, and then the cold voice of the system rang in his head.

The system told him that he died in an accidental car accident, and his strong desire for rebirth attracted it. He also told himself that if he could travel through the small world and complete the mission, he would have a chance to be reborn.

Therefore, Song Jiu agreed and came to the first mission world.

The class time passed quickly in his random thoughts.

After class, the classroom became noisy.

The students gathered together in groups of three or five, chatting and gossiping, and from time to time they would look at someone in the back row with either contempt or sympathy.

Amid everyone's discussion, Song Jiu walked through the gap between the tables and stood next to the last seat in the back row.

Secretly cheering for himself, he mustered up some courage and asked with some stumbling.

"Student Shen, can I borrow your advanced math notes? I...I'm not good at math..."

Song Jiu's eyes moved slightly downward, originally wanting to observe the face of the mission target, but a painting on the table caught his eye deeply.

It was a lifelike rose.

The black lines outline the freshness and charm of the rose, and the texture, stems and veins are clearly visible.

Behind each stroke is the exquisiteness of conception, full of the creator's hard work and joy.

As if alive.

Song Jiu was greatly shocked, and then he stared at it more carefully.

The roses on the white paper are vivid and lively, as if they will bloom enthusiastically in the next second, revealing their fragrance, and the charming fragrance seems to fill the nostrils.

He doesn't understand painting or art, but this does not prevent him from appreciating and feeling beauty.

He is gifted in painting and has excellent academic performance. He is a rare talent. People call him the proud son of heaven. He will become a great person in the future.

Song Jiu's awe for the mission goal rose to several levels.

Immediately, he became worried.

Would such an outstanding person give his beloved thing to a stranger? The answer is definitely no.

Furthermore, Song Jiu still doesn’t know what the mission target’s beloved thing is.