Operation Red Book

Chapter 210 Empty Desk

“Sheep, symbolizing believers and shepherds, represent piety, docility and faith.”

"The bell tower symbolizes the passage of time and religious rituals, and represents the solemn holy place of the church."

“The oak tree symbolizes strength, longevity and stability, and also represents virtue and wisdom.”

"Then, next, what did birds symbolize in the Middle Ages? What did they represent? I'll ask a classmate to answer this question..."

Ivy shook her body violently and shrank her shoulders unconsciously.

"Why are you all silent? I'll just find the one with the lowest head..."

Ivy shuddered again, she slowly raised her chin, but her shoulders tightened even more.

"Okay, then, Ivy... Miss Li... you answer this question."

"Boom——"

The explosion of particles sounded in Ivy's mind, making a deafening sound.

"Birds? What do birds represent? I don't know!"

Ivy roared in her heart, her brows unconsciously furrowed.

"Ms. Ivy Lee?"

"What did birds symbolize in the Middle Ages? The Middle Ages? What Middle Ages? Is it the homeland of the Hobbits..."

“Can you answer this question?”

"Birds represent sparrows, swallows, cuckoos... crows, magpies, large bats..."

"Can you hear me, Miss Ivy Lee?"

"Birds symbolize wings, symbolize angels, symbolize Cupid... Pikachu... Churchill..."

"I'll ask one last time."

"Birds represented the disastrous defeat of World War II in the Middle Ages, with Germany and the UAE working together against the Egyptian population in Australia and achieving phased results."

"It symbolizes the fiery Thatcher passion of ancient Babylon, and like Peter the Great conquering Dostoyevsky and the Alaska Peninsula, the finale must be Long Live the People's Republic of China."

Ivy felt that her answer was very good. It was logical, profound, informative, supplementary, and had a profound vision for the future.

"At least open your eyes first, Miss Ivy Lee, and don't fall asleep."

"Uh-huh?"

Ivy's heart sank as she found herself in darkness, without a single light in the world.

She struggled to move her toes, then her lips, then her fingers, and finally her upper eyelids which felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

A beam of light shone down from above, and the world before my eyes was finally split open by the axe, revealing a hint of white.

The white color was blurry, the shadows inside were moving, and not even a single outline could be seen.

"Stand up!"

"what!"

A moment of withdrawal, and a moment of return.

Ivy stood up suddenly, her cheeks were hot and her soul was feeling uncomfortable as if it had just returned to her body.

The scene in front of me was very familiar: the blackboard, desks, textbooks, schoolbags, the teacher on the stage, classmates around me, noisy laughter and sharp rebukes.

"You've been sleeping as long as I've been in class! It's your last year of high school and you're going to apply for college soon! Why don't you take advantage of this last chance to skip classes?"

"what?"

Ivy blurted out a question. This conversation was familiar, but not that familiar.

"Ah, I was your age before, I know exactly what you puberty monkeys are thinking. When I graduated... we had a threesome in the principal's office..."

The students around laughed even harder, some started whistling, some stood on the tables and clapped, and the whole classroom was in chaos.

Ivy sat down in disbelief, her mind full of mixed thoughts, and she was still in a daze until now.

She is Ivy Lee, a senior student at Sigma High School. She will graduate soon and is applying to schools in London. She only has half a day of classes today as she has a graduation dance to attend in the evening.

Ivy muttered to herself in her seat, blurting out all the information that came into her mind.

The strange thing was that this was all she could think of and this was all she could think of.

"Let's go to the lab class."

The blonde girl behind her patted her shoulder. Ivy responded as if she had just woken up from a dream and slowly tidied up her desk.

"Hurry up! The teacher doesn't allow lateness for the lab class!" the blonde girl shouted at the classroom door.

"I'm coming!"

Ivy was startled and ran over without even having time to pull up her bag.

When she passed the first seat by the door, for some reason, Ivy's heart stopped, at least that's how she felt.

The air around seemed to be stagnant, the clock wheels slowed down several circles, and Ivy's shaking hair also slowed down several times.

Has anyone sat in that seat before?

Why, in some mysterious way, does it have an inexplicable magnetic field that attracts people?

Ivy turned her head and looked straight at the seat without any marks.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" The blonde girl at the door shouted hurriedly.

Even though Ivy was confused, the strong force pushed her out of the classroom.

That feeling only lasts for a moment, the moment when you pass by the empty desk, it is fleeting but has a lingering meaning.

"Why is there always an empty desk in the classroom?"

Ivy put on her goggles and asked the blonde girl next to her.

"I don't know. It has been there since the founding of this school."

"What are you talking about?" Ivy muttered to herself.

"It can't have been empty all the time. Someone must have sat in that seat." Ivy asked again.

The blonde shook her head quickly. “I haven’t. I’ve never seen anyone sitting there before.”

She dropped the rose-red liquid in her hand into the beaker, and the transparent liquid in the beaker turned purple-red in an instant.

"Let's just pretend it doesn't exist, go to class, and prepare for the prom tonight... You're going to college soon, which one are you going to apply to?"

"London University of Economics and Political Science, Durham University and University of London are also considered."

Ivy answered the blonde girl's question, but her eyes kept glancing at the empty desk at the door.

"I might go to Copenhagen. My family has already prepared gifts for me. I'll probably go there in the next two days."

The blonde girl stirred the liquid in her hands, which had turned into blue flocs, exactly the same as the example on the podium.

Ivy didn't listen to the blonde girl's answer carefully. She kept looking at the empty desk in the corner. It didn't change at all and just stayed there quietly.

"Let's go have lunch together later. The principal will cook for us today."

The blonde girl emptied the liquid in the beaker, but her tiny figure filled Ivy's entire field of vision.

It looked like it was intentional. When Ivy looked left, she leaned to the left, and when Ivy looked right, she swayed to the right.

"Okay, okay." Ivy raised her hands in surrender. "That old bachelor, the principal, eats his chicken sandwich all day long. Why would he let him cook for him?"

"To welcome you, of course." The bell rang and the blonde quickly gathered her belongings.

"I?"

Ivy frowned. She was a frequent visitor to the principal's office. The old man always had a stern face and had nothing nice to say when he saw Ivy.

"Yes! We are here to welcome you!"

The blonde girl followed the crowd out of the classroom. The experimental classroom became empty in the blink of an eye, leaving only Ivy.

"What does it mean?"

Ivy was a little puzzled. The atmosphere around her began to become tense again. Ivy felt indescribable discomfort in her heart. Her chest was swollen and painful, and a thin line was stretched in her mind.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! The next class is about to start!"

The blonde girl was screaming outside the classroom again, and Ivy's head hurt.

"You go first! I'll go after I finish cleaning up!" she shouted to the girl at the door.

"No, you have to come with me! Otherwise the teacher will be angry!"

"You go by yourself. I'll be there soon. I won't run away..."

"No, you can't leave my sight! You can't leave me alone!"

"Are you crazy? Who are you? Are you new here? Wait... I, why don't I remember having a classmate like you?"

Ivy was a little confused. She suddenly couldn't remember the blonde girl's name.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

"What's your name? I don't remember knowing you. I don't remember any girls with long blonde hair among my classmates."

"Go! Go! Come with me!"

"Don't come over here! Don't come over here! That empty desk... yes, that empty desk..."

"No! No! No! Don't touch that desk! Don't touch it! No... touch it! Ah!"