Naming Technique of the Night

The middle-aged man earnestly advised, "You young kids really don't know the gravity of the situation. Protest activities need to be registered. Once you do that, all of your ID identities will be recorded, making it difficult to find work within a corporate system."

A male student laughed, "Uncle, we didn't plan on working for corporations anyway. Capital comes into this world tainted with dirty blood, and we intend to resist it!"

The middle-aged man sighed but said nothing more.

Qing Chen silently watched everything unfold, the students brimming with enthusiasm, their zeal wrapping around their ideals and naive impulsiveness.

These students must be high schoolers, yet they were trying to change the world via organized legal protests.

Whether this action was right or wrong, it wasn't easy for high school students to accomplish what they had.

At this moment, four students, undeterred by ridicule, perked up again and began introducing Sunday's protest activity to the other passengers.

Qing Chen reflected that educational institutions had also expanded chaotically in the Outer World. Although the Outer World had recently introduced policies and assigned managers for these issues, the chaotic expansion in the Inner World remained unmanaged.

Capital is a terrifying thing, much like artificial wombs. Although inherently beneficial, as they could alleviate women's suffering, they ended up causing new pains for families when exploited by capital.

At that moment, four students approached Qing Chen, who then lowered his head, feigning disinterest.

"Fellow student, do take a look at the flyer," said the male student.

Qing Chen shook his head, "No need, thank you."

As soon as he had spoken, the silver-haired girl from next door squeezed over. She spoke to the students, "I'm from the First High School in Sixth District. I'd like to join your activity. Where do I sign up?"

Seeing someone's interest, the male student excitedly pulled out a tablet and said, "Just tell me your student ID and name. This event isn't just taking place in Sixth District. Fifth and Fourth Districts have organizers too. Everyone will meet at Cloud Plaza and then head to the Upper Three Districts together! Plus, we've also brought in sponsors, so there will be free breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"Have you got approval for your protest?" asked the silver-haired girl.

"Of course," the student replied enthusiastically, "It starts at 7 in the morning and ends at 10 at night. These are all legally sanctioned protest hours. But please, don't bring any weapons; that's not allowed."

"Okay, I understand. Note down my student ID and name; I'm Zheng Yi, my number is 192..." the silver-haired girl said.

The four male students, lively and enthusiastic, proceeded to the next car, tirelessly handing out flyers.

Zheng Yi, holding onto a handrail, swayed and dialed a number: "Hello, Mom, I won't come home this weekend, I'm going to a protest..."

After hanging up, she subtly studied Qing Chen.

She noticed that the young man was fiddling with the latest model of a transparent phone from the Qing Family's Orange brand, a device that alone would cost her half a year's living expenses.

Zheng Yi thought to herself, that middle-aged man last night must have been this young man's father. The man had mentioned having a driver before.

In fact, she had thought it over, both the middle-aged man and the young man indeed had an extraordinary presence, seeming nothing like people from the Sixth District.

But why would wealthy people come to the Sixth District instead of staying in the Upper Three Districts?

Or perhaps, did their family fall into hard times, their business bankrupt?

The light rail train arrived at "First High School Station." Zheng Yi turned to get off, but at that moment, she suddenly noticed that the young man was following her.

Wait, was he a student of their school? Why had she never seen him before?

"Fellow student, how do I get to the Administration Office?" Qing Chen turned to Zheng Yi to ask.

The silver-haired girl paused briefly, then pointed in a direction, "That building, the third floor."

"Thank you," Qing Chen nodded and then turned away.

Zheng Yi thought to herself, this young man doesn't even know where the Administration Office is, it seems like it's his first time here.

Could he be a transfer student?

…

…

Zheng Yi walked across the lush campus alone, heading towards her classroom.

Nowadays, in the Federation, apart from the Upper Three Districts, it seemed that only public schools still maintained a separate space, not needing to cram like other places in the city.

It was said that this was a result of the protests, secured by a company called Hope Media, which had stood firm against the pressure.

After entering the classroom, Zheng Yi quietly sat down and started to prepare for today's lessons with her headphones on.

While preparing, she occasionally let her gaze drift towards the left where a quiet girl sat under the window; tall, thin, and somewhat unique.

That was the most famous girl in the school, beautiful, academically strong, physically appealing, and talented.

Such a girl attracted attention in school, whatever she did. Reportedly, this grand student protest was initiated by her.

Some even said that she had received an invitation from the Public University of City No. 10 when she was just in her sophomore year.

Truly enviable.

Just then, the grade director suddenly entered the classroom… followed by her new neighbor.

The grade director stepped up to the podium and announced, "Class, this is your new classmate in grade 11, class 3. Let's all welcome him."

Zheng Yi was stunned; little did she expect that her new neighbor would turn out to be her classmate!

But what surprised her even more was that, as the new student entered the classroom, Zheng Yi suddenly noticed from the corner of her eye that the girl she admired abruptly sat up straight.

The silver-haired girl turned her head and was suddenly struck by the surprise and confusion filling the expression of the female classmate.

She then looked toward the transfer student, whose gaze was also tightly fixed on the same girl.

These two knew each other.

Zheng Yi made this judgment in her mind.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qing Chen. Please take good care of me," Qing Chen said and then continued to stare at the girl sitting below...

Honestly, his surprise was no less than anyone else's.

Because he had never imagined that he would meet Yang Yang so soon in the Inner World!

For a moment, Qing Chen even thought this was arranged by Uncle Li Dong, but his master clearly didn't know about Yang Yang's existence, so this really was a coincidence.
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In the Outer World, Yang Yang was the transfer student.

In the Inner World, the transfer student had become him.

The feeling was too magical.

Qing Chen's gaze swept over Zheng Yi again, he hadn't expected this neighbor to be in the class as well.

"Okay, Qing Chen, you can find a seat for yourself," the grade director said kindly, "With a new student here, everyone should help him get familiar with the environment!"

Zheng Yi could swear that she had never seen such a kind and approachable grade director before. Moreover, when a transfer student comes, it should be the homeroom teacher who brings him to class. Why would the grade director personally bring him instead?

At that moment, Qing Chen slowly walked to the empty seat next to Yang Yang and asked nonchalantly, "If I remember correctly, you're supposed to be a lonely girl from the wilderness, right?"

Without any expression, Yang Yang retorted, "As far as I know, you should be a drifting, isolated Wilderness Hunter, right?"

The two exchanged looks and each gave a mysterious smile, everyone clearly understood that neither was telling the truth, and their identities became a puzzle once more!

Indeed, after the transmigration event, there were no more truths among Time Travelers!

Logically, this should have been a massive public humiliation for both parties, but since each had exposed the other's lies, they offset each other, and no one could criticize the other.

As if it were nothing, Yang Yang asked, "Which school did you transfer from?"

Wearing a superficial smile, Qing Chen responded, "What do you think?"

Yang Yang pondered. Judging by the grade director's demeanor, Qing Chen's identity in the Inner World must be at least from a wealthy family.

However, this did indeed eliminate some of her suspicions; she had always speculated that he might be the mastermind from Prison 18.

No, nowadays some organizations have even given that Time Traveler from Prison 18 a specific codename, Timekeeper.

It signifies the person behind the scenes, holding many chess pieces in their hands.

In the eyes of those organizations, even Yang Yang was considered a chess piece in his hands.

Yang Yang thought it over. It seems Qing Chen really wasn't the Timekeeper. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Timekeeper was, he couldn't just suddenly escape from Prison 18 and come to school.

Even if he could sneak out, how could a convict easily change their school records?

Strange, who really is the Timekeeper?

The two suddenly fell silent. Qing Chen also pondered internally: Firstly, it was certain that Yang Yang hadn't told the truth before, which he had anticipated from the start, so it was no surprise.

Next, Yang Yang must have originally lived in the Sixth District with no distinguished family background.

Furthermore, the fact that she could quietly sit in a classroom indicated her Awakener identity hadn't been exposed.

Otherwise, how could the syndicate possibly allow her to sit peacefully in the classroom?

At this thought, they suddenly looked at each other and smiled, their smiles hiding many things.

Suddenly, Yang Yang said, "You live in the Sixth District, so you must have heard about the weekend protest, right?"

"Yeah," Qing Chen replied, "I saw some students handing out flyers on the light rail."

"I initiated that protest, why don't you join too?" Yang Yang encouraged.

Qing Chen thought, sure enough...

No wonder the familiarity was so intense when those students were presenting their manifesto.

Like the school taking back its educational obligations, not leaving the students' time to society.

Like stopping the disorderly expansion of capital in education.

Like strictly prohibiting teachers from running schools outside the classroom, teaching what should be taught in class instead.

Turns out, this was what Yang Yang brought from the Outer World!

"I'm not joining," Qing Chen said emotionlessly. "I'm a bit curious, aren't you afraid of being too ostentatious and drawing attention?"

Glancing at Qing Chen, Yang Yang replied, "You're still cautious... By the way, where do you live? Let me see if it's close to my place."

At this time, Zheng Yi, the silver-haired girl nearby, was quietly observing these two classmates.

Watching their interactions, she suddenly felt that there was more to their relationship than just acquaintanceship.