The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

Just when Lin Qishu was about to take action, Po Meng, who had been hunched over, suddenly glowed with white light.

The white light spread so fast that Lin Qisu and Li Meng could not open their eyes almost instantly.

When the white light faded, Lin Qishu opened her eyes again, and the gray scene in front of her had already changed.

Li Meng stood behind Lin Qishu, turning his head left and right, a little surprised by the scene in front of him.

The gray sky just now has long since disappeared, replaced by a sunny and windy scene.

It looks like a middle school.

On the playground not far away, several students were sitting on the ground, with youthful smiles on their faces, chatting enthusiastically.

The students who were chatting did not notice at all that two people suddenly appeared not far away from them.

"Sir, are we here at school?"

Before Lin Qisheng could react, a female student among the chatting crowd accidentally glanced over.

The female student glanced not far away casually, and when her companion called her name, she wanted to turn around and continue chatting, but suddenly she stopped and turned her neck.

The female student's casual eyes slowly opened wide, with a hint of surprise in them.

"Look over there."

The female student immediately turned her head and shared it with the classmates she was chatting with, with a hint of excitement in her tone.

"Ok?"

The other people who were chatting couldn't help but express doubts when they saw the female classmate's excitement.

However, they were confused, and they still looked in the direction pointed by the female student's finger.

As a result, everyone's attention was focused on Lin Qishu.

Lin Qixi: "..."

The little flower of the motherland suddenly looked at me like this.

Don't come here!
Lin Qisheng's face was cold and indifferent, but she was complaining silently in her heart.

It's a pity that God didn't hear Lin Qishu's inner cry.The group of students kept looking here, their furry heads came together, and they deliberately lowered their voices and said a few words.

The female classmate who first spotted Lin Qishu put her hands on the ground, stood up from the ground, and walked over to this side.

"Hello, are you the new teacher?"

The female student looked good, with fair and translucent skin, a small oval face, and a pair of smiling eyes. She looked at Lin Qishu and asked politely.

"Am I?"

Lin Qishu had a cold face, spoke in an unhurried tone, and gave the female student a vague answer.

I don't know if I am a new teacher.

I don't even know where this is.

Hearing Lin Qisheng's ambiguous answer, the female student tilted her head and looked at it, a trace of doubt flashing in her bright eyes.

This teacher is so strange, why is he still asking himself this question?

"Dear teacher, welcome to teach in No. 37 Middle School. I wish you happiness throughout the semester, good results for your students, and blessings from your family."

At this moment, Lin Qishu felt a vibration coming from her pocket.

It’s the mobile phone message vibrating.

Lin Qishan reached out and took out her phone from her pocket. The moment she saw the message inside, she knew it was an illusion.

All identity information exists with the imagination in the mind of the owner of the illusion.

They had just met Po Meng, so this scene was Po Meng's fantasy or a memory of the past.

"Yes, I am the new teacher."

Lin Qisu turned off the phone screen with her slender and moist fingers, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at the female student in front of her.

Female student: "..."

The female student looked at Lin Qishu's rather indifferent face and murmured in her heart. Is it her own imagination?
Why is this extremely beautiful teacher so confident all of a sudden?