After drinking a glass of water, Lin Nanxing reluctantly calmed down and asked: [What is the mission?]

Xiao e repeated: [Discover Hodel's true identity.]

True identity...

Lin Nanxing suddenly realized that Hodel was indeed a problem!

No wonder the previous missions were all related to him.

Thinking about it now, the previous tasks seemed to be pulling the distance between him and Hodel.

Are they all for the current mission?

What hidden identity can a high school student in Hodel have?

Could it be that he is not a high school student?

…………

Lin Nanxing thought about it carefully for noon, but had no clue.

He yawned and walked into the classroom and removed a mint candy.

The cool feeling hit the sky spirit cover. Lin Nanxing became a little more energetic. While there was no one in the classroom, he turned around and looked at Hodel's desk openly.

His desk was very neat, with a book on the left pressing the textbook, and classified according to the subject, and on the right were pen boxes, mineral water bottles and other debris.

Very normal, very ordinary high school student desk.

Can't find any clues.

Lin Nanxing feels like looking for a needle in a haystack, and his identities are too diverse.

He held the back of the chair and asked Xiao e: [Did you really not give any tips?]

Xiao E paused and said slowly: [The prompt has been placed in front of you for a long time.]

It was placed in front of you from the first day when you arrived at school.

It thought Lin Nanxing would have doubted it at the beginning, but he never expected that humans could be so slow.

Lin Nanxing knew that Xiao E could not remind him more, so he did not ask questions and stared at Hodel's table.

After seeing a glimpse of a figure appearing at the door, he quickly sat down.

Luke walked into the classroom alone, but Hoddle did not come.

Seeing Lin Nanxing looking behind him, Luke smiled and said, "Mr. Huo is about to pass the game, so I won't come to class in the afternoon."

Lin Nanxing asked curiously: "Does he often skip classes?"

Luke nodded: "It depends on his mood."

One or two ounces of classes in the afternoon were Chinese classes. Before class, the Chinese class representative walked up to the podium and shouted: "I handed over the unit test papers last week, and Teacher Fang wants to check and correct the situation."

Lin Nanxing had no exam papers. When the Chinese class representative came over, he explained, "I'm not there for those classes."

"I know," the class representative smiled, "I will say that on Teacher Fang."

After collecting Luke's paper, he skipped Hodell and went to collect the group next door.

Lin Nanxing turned his head and asked his deskmate: "Don't you give me some help from Hodel?"

"No," Luke shook his head and told the truth, "the class representatives are used to it if he doesn't do his homework."

Lin Nanxing didn't know the world of poor students and said in confusion: "What should I do with the teacher?"

Taking into account Hodell's face, Luke said tactfully: "The same is true for the teacher."

What's the same?

Lin Nanxing thought for a while and understood.

The teachers are also used to it.

What a poor student, even the teacher gave up...

Lin Nanxing held his cheek and said to Xiaoe: [Hodel's true identity is a poor student, right?]

Xiao e asked back: [Do you think this obvious thing is worth one year's lifespan?]

Lin Nanxing's face did not change: [I'll try it, what if I get it right?]

Hoddle never showed up for the rest of the day.

When I returned to the dormitory at night, Lin Nanxing vaguely heard the game bgm in his room.

The next morning was English morning self-study, and the English teacher stood at the door and said, "I memorized the composition sample of unit test this morning."

"Based on the previous group, each group member will find the group leader to recite, and the group leader will find the class representative to memorize."

"I will check it out during class. As long as there is one person in the group who can't recite it, the whole group will come to me to recite it."

After saying this, a wailing sounded in the class.

English class is the first part of the morning, which means that everyone has to finish memorizing the composition during morning self-study.

When he heard that he wanted to find the team leader, Lin Nanxing looked back and Hodel had come.

He put his hands on his forehead, lowered his eyes, and focused on playing the game.

It's a game again.

Will the real identity be related to the game?

Lin Nanxing thought carefully for two seconds and decided to memorize the composition first.

He has never been very lucky, and he is likely to be hit by the back.

The sample essay is not long, and he could almost master it after memorizing it for more than ten minutes.

Lin Nanxing turned around, put his hands on Hodel's table, and shouted in a serious voice: "Team Leader."

With a sudden sound, Hoddle's hands shook.

The game ends and the screen gradually turns dark.

He asked with a straight face: "What's the matter?"

Lin Nanxing: "Remember the composition."

Hoddle raised his eyes and a puzzled look on his face: "What composition?"

Lin Nanxing paused, repeated what the English teacher said, and reminded: "You are going to find the class representative to memorize it."

Hoddle looked disgusted: "Tsk, trouble."

Lin Nanxing has a habit of reciting, and he likes to find a focus to stare, then let go of himself and recite it with concentration.

When reciting to someone, the focus is often on the face.

His eyes circled Hodell's face and finally fell on those beautiful eyes.

Hoddle could clearly see himself in the other person's eyes.

Lin Nanxing looked at him and began to recite:

“someus are having problems…”

With the double attack of eyes and voice, Hoddle only insisted on one sentence.

He couldn't stand it, so he lowered his head to play the game and diverted his attention.

As soon as the focus moved, Lin Nanxing got stuck.

“into our school…or…”

After a while, the two of them said in unison:

“school bags.”

“school bags.”

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

A heart-to-heart relationship...

Hoddle pursed his lips and accidentally poked a hole in the screen of his index finger.

He immediately covered it with his hands and took it under the table quietly, destroying the corpse.

Lin Nanxing was stunned because Hodel accurately said his stuck words.

He was just playing games and didn't even read the sample essay on the test paper.

How could it be said?

Did you recite it in advance? Or did you know how to recite it after just taking a glance?

No matter which of these two possibilities, they are inconsistent with his character as a scumbag.

Lin Nanxing raised his wrist slightly and touched the textbook placed beside him.

He had a flash of inspiration and found out.

The hidden identity of ordinary high school students is nothing more than a poor student, a top student, a top student...

The prompt that Xiao E said before him was textbooks and knowledge.

Hodell's behaviors of not handing in his homework, skipping classes, playing games, etc. are all to show his character of a scumbag.

…………

The more Lin Nanxing thought about it, the more he made sense, and the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced by his own logic.

He quickly called Xiao e: [Xiao e, I know Hodel's true identity!]

He said with great confidence: [He is a top student! Or a god of learning!]

After saying that, Lin Nan was waiting for the prompt to complete the task.
Chapter completed!