张大勇一个激灵，猛地回头对上那双闪着戏谑光芒的眼睛。是王小明，他班里的“刺头”，此刻正倚着课桌，嘴角叼着半根粉笔头，活像只偷食的胖老鼠。后脖颈子那点凉意，妥妥就是王小明刚甩过来的。

“哟，张大勇，‘英雄’呢？准备拯救世界还是先拯救你自己啊？”王小明贱贱地笑了一声，把粉笔头往地上一丢，用鞋底狠狠碾了碾。

张大勇脸一红，刚那半截粉笔头可是他刚得手的“神兵利器”，就想着琢磨琢磨怎么编故事。现在被人这么一抢白，反而有些不服气，“我……我去写网文呢。”

“写网文？”王小明眼睛一挑，“写你刚才那手气？怎么，准备写《我靠捡粉笔头称霸都市》？没流量吧你。”

张大勇被他说得一噎，强怼回去：“你懂啥！这叫意外捡宝，是金手指的开始！”

“得了吧你。”王小明耸耸肩，“得了便宜还卖乖。赶紧的，大课间完了，去办公室领任务。”

“任务？”张大勇心里咯噔一下，刚想拒绝，就见王小明已经一溜烟跑没了人影，留下一个潇洒的背影。

张大勇 clenched the pencil shavings tighter, frowning. "任务？" he muttered to himself, "When did there even BE tasks?"

He grumbled about it to the nearby Bell Tree, who didn't even bother to respond. He had bigger problems. His lunch was still half-eaten, and there was that whole "hero destiny" thing he hadn't forgotten.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of break.张大勇 sighed, ditched the Bell Tree, and shuffled towards the office like a kicked dog.

Coach Zhao was already there, peering over stacks of papers. He sighed when he saw张大勇. "Ah, 张大勇, here's another one for the chapter."