Chapter 7
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Not long after he sat down, a pleasant bell rang in the classroom.
It was time for class.
It was the evening self-study session. The homeroom teacher was sitting on the podium, looking down at the homework. Her face couldn't be seen clearly.
There were rows of students sitting below. They didn't whisper to each other. Instead, they consciously picked up their pens and began to do their homework. Only the uniform sound of scribbling could be heard.
Shen Dongqing touched his pocket, took out a pack of gummy bears, and quietly put it in his mouth.
The gummy candy was bouncy and had a sweet fruity taste.
He chewed the gummy candy and glanced around. There was an empty seat in the classroom.
Fang Qi whispered, "I don't know what will happen to those who are late."
He sat on the right side of Shen Dongqing. His body was tilted, and he deliberately lowered his voice so that no one else could hear him. But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that all the students around him were looking at him.
Fang Qi turned his head. His deskmate's face was almost on his face. He was so scared that he trembled.
The faces of the students were expressionless. Their eyes were dark and there wasn't a trace of emotion in them. Looking at them made one's hair stand on end.
Fang Qi trembled and swallowed his scream. He looked at Shen Dongqing for help.
Shen Dongqing swallowed the gummy bears and looked at the students without showing any weakness. He said, "It's the evening self-study session. Why are you looking at us instead of studying?"
This sentence seemed to have triggered some kind of switch. The students turned back one by one and continued to do their homework.
After this, Fang Qi didn't dare to speak again. He lay on the table like a quail.
The classroom was quiet.
Only the sound of the electric fan above could be heard.
If it weren't for the fact that his classmates were probably not human, he would have been able to experience school life.
Shen Dongqing had nothing to do, so he flipped through the school rules again.
The rules and regulations of Qinghai High School were very strict. The rules were densely written in a thick book. They covered everything, from clothing to food and rest.
Shen Dongqing had just finished reading the first page when he saw a student running over and standing at the door, panting. He poked his head into the classroom and walked toward the empty seat.
However, as soon as this player who didn't look like a student stepped into the classroom, the homeroom teacher on the podium looked up. "You're late."
The late player did not feel the approaching danger. He turned his head and said fawningly, "Teacher, I just went to the toilet …"
His voice stopped abruptly.
The homeroom teacher had her head lowered earlier, so she couldn't see what she looked like. Now that she stood up, she could see that her face had been cut into several pieces and sewn together with a rough hemp rope. The wound was still bleeding.
The players were not mentally prepared at all. They stared blankly at such a face and subconsciously took out a talisman to cover it.
A yellow talisman was pasted on the head teacher's forehead. He was like a zombie in a movie, frozen on the spot.
Just as the player heaved a sigh of relief, he heard a voice beside him.
"You're late."
All the students were like a repeater, repeating this sentence without any emotion.
The player cursed, "What the hell is this place?"
He turned around and was about to rush out of this strange classroom.
However, before he could leave, the homeroom teacher broke free from the talisman's control and grabbed his neck from behind.
Kacha —
A crisp sound.
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