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DCBS: Chapter 29

The moment these words came out, the smartwatch flashing with white light immediately turned off, leaving only a bottomless pitch black. It was as if the computer was turned off.

The little robot retracted into the virtual space and decisively covered his head with the pillow of the sofa. He performed a cover-up operation, trying to quickly clear up the memory of the previous minute and pretend that nothing had happened.

God knows he just wanted to let out a simple sigh. Then it turned into ‘oh my god.’

The translation accent regulation was the most terrifying virus he had ever seen!

Outside the watch, the other students heard this thick and gorgeous voice sigh and were collectively stunned. They looked at the class monitor and his watch. Gradually, they felt like an impulse was about to erupt uncontrollably in their hearts.

Pei Qingyuan was the focus of all the eyes and tried hard to maintain an expressionless face. He felt that his mind was blank.

In this strange silence, Lin Zihai was the first person to react.

“Can this watch also change its voice?” He looked envious. “It is really smart. If only I could buy it.”

Ji Tong had just finished clearing his memories when he heard Lin Zihai’s gradually proficient exaggerated praise.

He wanted to flash red to show his polite joy. However, the static classroom seemed to have been thawed by this sentence and strange discussions occurred one after another.

“Oh! I think so too.”

“I would be extremely honored to own a watch like this.”

Everyone laughed while imitating Ji Tong’s tone. The classroom was filled with a happy air in an instant.

The translation accent regulation virus had started to infect the average human being.

…Tired, destroy it.

In desperation, Ji Tong had to put in two large earplugs. He buried his head and struggled to fix the wrong data.

This afternoon, the atmosphere of the third class of the third year of high school was particularly joyful. The mood of all the teachers of the third class were the same.

Only the sole survivor was sitting on pins and needles.

“There are two hours before class is over for dinner.” Pei Qingyuan’s voice was heavy and calm. “I want to go to the gym to practice.”

“Dear host,” Ji Tong whispered. “I don’t want to hide it from you. I think so too.”

The data repair rate had only reached 50%. Such a brief answer was already the result of his efforts to fight the virus.

Hearing this, Pei Qingyuan froze. Finally, he looked at the textbook in his hand that wasn’t difficult for him.

He had deservedly ranked 1st in the year in this monthly exam, but he didn’t get a full score. This proved there was still room for improvement.

Pei Qingyuan ignored everything and only read the book. Then once the bell rang in the evening, he quickly left this terrifying classroom.

The class monitor disappeared too quickly and threw away Lin Zihai, who was going to ask for advice with the wrong question.

However, he wasn’t disappointed. He happily returned to his seat while ignoring the occasional curious glances from his classmates.

A person who was meddlesome couldn’t help coming up to him and asking, “Lin Zihai, don’t you hate the class monitor?”

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