Recurrence of the Unwanted Chapter 1

The sun is scorching in August.

The College Entrance Examination Honor Roll at the entrance of Yinghua Middle School in H City seemed to be coated with a layer of oil film under the scorching sun, and the glittering light could be seen from hundreds of meters away.

The wheels of the suitcases rubbed against the mottled asphalt road, from one end of the snack street outside the west gate of Yingzhong, passing the Rushi Bookstore on the corner, the barbecue trucks that had not yet set up their stalls, the convenience stores... all the way to the honor board at the school gate.

Stopped.

He was a young man wearing a white shirt and a black baseball cap. The brim of the hat pressed down his black hair, which also covered his eyebrows and eyes. His fair skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat under the scorching sun. A light spot appeared faintly on his right ear as he moved. You had to look closely to find that it was a very small earring.

He raised his hand and touched the hidden light spot, and when he withdrew his hand, he lifted the brim of his hat that was blocking his vision, and the eyes that were suppressed underneath finally saw the light of day.

The distinct black and white eyes seemed a little indifferent because they were too quiet, and revealed a hint of "keep away from strangers".

A somewhat flat male voice suddenly came from my pocket.

------"You have arrived at your destination, Yinghua Middle School. This navigation is over."

The boy pushed down his hat again and said, "Thank you."

Students passing by couldn't help but take a quick glance. It was the first time they saw someone so polite with the voice navigation.

The male voice in my pocket said, "You're welcome. Have a nice semester."

Passerby: ...

The wheels of the suitcase passed over the two iron ridges at the school gate and continued to rub against the ground.

However, the friction sound was quickly drowned out.

Sirens blared from the street corner to outside the school. Two police cars led the way, followed by a dazzling red fire truck, which braked sharply one after another.

The car door slammed open.

"Hurry up!!"

The dark-skinned young officer waved his arms, and one uniformed figure after another behind him carried huge fire mats and rushed past the stunned passers-by and students at the school gate.

The young man turned his head sharply and saw that a teaching building in the distance was surrounded by people. He took off his hat, his black hair flew in the air, and squinted his eyes to look at the roof.

Someone is about to jump off the building!

......

"Connor Reeves! Come down quickly!" A panicked female voice shouted through the loudspeaker, "If you have any problems, you can tell the teachers! There are so many of your classmates and friends returning to school today, look at them, Dean, please come down quickly!"

The voice was tinged with tears, but soon changed to a calmer male voice, "Fei Chen, I'm Teacher Jacob Thompson."

The man pointed the megaphone toward the sky, "You must know me. I'm the head teacher of the class next to yours. Every time after class, when I pass by the back door of your class, I can still see you sitting in your seat doing your test papers."

"Your class three is the second-best class in science, and every student has the ability to go to a prestigious school. Your mentality was not right in the exam this time, and your results were not ideal. You will definitely be able to do it again." The man said in a gentle tone, "The teacher will accompany you, and we will definitely be able to become strong by next June."

This building has six floors plus a rooftop. It’s not high, but it’s definitely enough to kill someone by falling from it.

The roar of the boy on the roof came down clearly.

"Re-taking a grade is bullSh!t! I've worked hard for a year! Class placement test, midterm test! Mock test one, two, three! Provincial joint exam! Self-recruitment! They're all gone! The best of the best in top universities! Only I'm trapped in this tomb!"

The boy's crying seemed to be carried far away by the wind. "I studied hard for a year and had to breathe oxygen every night before the college entrance examination. Who would have thought that I would be so nervous in the examination room and finally did worse than the first class division in the third year of high school."

There was a dead silence at the bottom of the building. The firefighters inflated the cushions in an orderly and silent manner. The leaders of Yingzhong at all levels were running around in a panic. Only the students - the senior high school students who were taking make-up classes during the summer vacation and the prospective college students who had just returned to school to get their admission letters - were all craning their necks to look up at the ceiling. They had all kinds of expressions, including confusion, fear, panic, and sympathy.

The boy stepped on the edge of the rooftop, looking crazy, "The class group is always posting about the entrance banquet, my parents called me out! I'm too embarrassed to open my mouth when people ask me about it when I go out, I've never lost my temper like this in my life!"

The police and school authorities gathered together and the situation was in chaos again.

"Where are his parents?"

"They are not in the city today. We are trying to catch up now, but we can't catch up!"

The boy suddenly bent down, picked up a big schoolbag and threw it down. The crowd exclaimed. The bulging schoolbag had no zipper and flew into the air like a scattering of flowers.

The sky full of snow-white papers swept across the field of vision, dancing in the scorching sun, full of absurdity.

The boy bent over and found another schoolbag. I don’t know how many bags of books he carried to the rooftop. After throwing a few, they turned into cloth bags and plastic bags...

There were dozens of people in the audience, but no one said a word. Everyone looked up at the papers that were thrown at them, suffocating. There were pieces of white paper, Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry... The ink turned into black holes in the sun, and it looked like paper money flying all over the sky.

The second science class in a provincial key middle school.

How many papers do I have to take in the senior year of high school?

Look up at the white sky, God knows.

After throwing away the last bag, the boy yelled, "These! Let my parents burn them for me! Their son has brought shame to them, and he is not worthy of them paying for paper!"

I don’t know who started crying among the onlookers, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic, as if a fire was ignited.

The male teacher's lips trembled and his eyes were red. "I'm afraid I can't persuade him. You, you cushion..."

The police said, "The rescue height is 10 meters. It's okay on the third or fourth floor, but it's hard to say if it's higher. You continue to talk to him, and we'll send someone up."

Director Emily Harris's makeup was smudged by tears. "He jumped down the moment your people rushed in."

"We can only try." The policeman said with a wave of his hand, and several people quickly rushed into the teaching building.

"Whose student is he?" the police asked again.

The male teacher shook his head slowly and choked up, "Everyone's students are the same. The provincial champion on the door and the one on top are all the same, our senior year students."

There was a sudden buzz in the intercom, and the person who went up reported in a low voice: "Captain Wang, there is a boy at the entrance to the rooftop, across the stairs and told us not to move."

"There's another one?" Director Emily Harris almost fainted. "Who else? Are we lining up to jump off the building? Huh?!"

"I don't know. He was opening the suitcase and I couldn't see what he was taking out. It looked like a weird-looking robot vacuum cleaner."

Suddenly, two sounds of metal snapping together were heard from the rooftop, followed by a crisp startup sound.

"Oh~! Good morning, Dad! I'm Crab, and today I'm playing Peppa Pig, hum~"

A pig squeals.

Connor Reeves, who was ready for a free fall, was startled. When he turned around, he saw a sweeping robot with two metal claws raised... placed on the ground behind him by someone.

But if you look closely, it's not the case - the metal clamps are intricately inlaid, the joints fit perfectly, and as they stretch with movement, you can vaguely see the cables running through them.

Classmate Connor Reeves was suddenly stunned for a moment, and a question mark slowly appeared on his face that seemed to have seen through life and death.

"......what?"

The sweeping robot stopped making any sound. Its metal rubbed against the ground. It flexibly moved half a meter to the right, raised its claws and smashed the ground casually. The cement bricks shattered and splashed, and their descendants flew into the air.

Before Connor Reeves had time to be frightened, the sweeping robot suddenly turned around and aimed at him.

Connor Reeves's eyes widened: "You wait..."

The motor roared, the power was fully turned on, and the speed was amazing. Connor Reeves ran away, and the robot chased him closely behind, turning more flexibly than him, and the man and the robot just ran in circles on the rooftop.

The boy hiding in the darkness at the door pushed the joystick nonchalantly and raised his chin towards the police below.

Connor Reeves ran past the door and, not sure if it was an illusion, he seemed to hear a laugh. Then the robot that was leisurely chasing him suddenly accelerated, and before he could react, a pair of pincers had already reached between his feet.

With a click, the two clamps closed and tightly clamped one of his ankles.

Cold as ice.

He fell forward due to inertia, and before he could scream, several policemen rushed out from the dark and pinned him to the ground.

"Ah!!" Connor Reeves cried, "Don't press me! Don't press me! Feet! Feet!"

The police still held him down tightly, leaving one of his feet hanging by the cold metal clamp.

"Crab, let go."

......

The boy sighed, "Mission order: return to standby mode."

"Crab, return to standby mode."

"This is a rubbish voice command program made by Oliver Blake." He frowned irritably and manipulated the joystick to let the robot release its clamps. Then he walked out of the darkness, pried open the panel, removed a component, and casually put it into his pocket.

The three policemen and Connor Reeves who was pinned underneath looked at him.

"This voice system is a failed attempt." He pulled the corners of his mouth in disdain, "But the program is stupid, and it has nothing to do with the mechanical design. Its mechanical design is first-class in the country."

four people:"......"

The young man stood still, his black eyes swept calmly and unceremoniously over Connor Reeves, whose head was covered in dirt and sweat, and a firm metallic light flashed on his right ear.

"If you really wanted to die, you wouldn't be scared by a little cutie and run around. People who are truly desperate can't do anything, so why would they scatter flowers and give speeches from high buildings?"

He put on his baseball cap again and said, "You want to die because you failed the college entrance examination, your parents scolded you and didn't teach you the right way?"

"There are many parents who worry more about their children than yours."

As he spoke, he moved the "little cutie" who had crushed the rock with his pliers back to the suitcase and carefully lifted up the case.

Connor Reeves opened his mouth several times and finally asked the most essential question, "Who are you?"

The young man put his hand on the armrest of the box, glanced at it casually, and said softly, "Aiden King."

"I came to Yingzhong to repeat my studies."