"The theme of this class is "My Parents". The requirements are still the same as before. Okay, let's start drawing."
In the art class, Tan Shuanglei stood on the podium, wrote the topic on the blackboard, then shrank to one side, sitting motionless on the chair.
He was like a speechless zombie, with sunken eye sockets and apathetic spirit. He had no intention of demonstrating drawing on the blackboard.
Seeing the irresponsible behavior of the art teacher, the students took it for granted, took out the drawing paper and started to paint.
The art teacher is the only remaining human teacher in the school. He doesn't beat or scold the children, doesn't eat the meals prepared by the school chef, hides in the office after class, and doesn't come out to anyone, and he doesn't dare to fight back when he is bullied by students. He is useless. very.
Many students are surprised that the useless art teacher can survive until now.
But the art teacher is usually very careful. He never eats the meals prepared by the chefs in the cafeteria, because they will make a special meal every now and then.
The appearance of this special lunch box looks the same as ordinary rice, but after eating it, it will cause abdominal pain, and soon a pair of pale human hands will stick out from the stomach, tearing the belly apart abruptly, but It is conceivable that people will not survive after eating.
During this month, five or six children died because of eating special lunch boxes.
However, the teachers have special small stoves, and they can avoid this kind of disaster, and with Ning Xiuli's supervision, the students can't do without box lunches.
Therefore, knowing that there may be ghosts in the lunch box, everyone still has to bite the bullet and eat it.
Fortunately, the luck of the fourth class is not bad. In the past month, the box lunches with problems have appeared in other classes, and no one in the fourth class died because of eating the box lunches.
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Even though the art teacher is quite useless, the students are not afraid of him, and there are quite a few who dare to insult him face to face for fun.
However, no student dared to blatantly refuse to do the homework assigned by the art teacher.
The class teachers of the two classes, one stood in front of the door and the other stood behind the door. Their faces were pressed against the window, and they watched the students inside all the time with their eyes open. Knowing that the head teacher was standing at the door, the students sat upright and focused on painting one by one.
Bai Yan pricked his finger, dripped the blood into the watercolor pen, and picked up the pen to smear on the paper.
Watercolor pens need blood to make dye, the more you paint, the more dye you consume, and more blood is needed to replenish it.
Everyone's blood is limited, and people who lose too much blood will become weak.
It stands to reason that students should draw as little as possible to reduce blood loss, but after each class, their paintings will be taken away by the art teacher and put into a scarlet cardboard box.
This scarlet cardboard box can judge the students' paintings. If the paintings are too perfunctory, the paintings will be spit out of the cardboard box, and what awaits the student is the teacher's punishment.
So, despite their aversion to bleeding, the children kept their faces pale and poured copious amounts of blood into their watercolor pens in exchange for dyes they could paint on.
The theme of this class is "My Parents". They have not learned serious art techniques, but they still frown and try their best to paint the image of their parents on the drawing paper.
Because their biological parents can cruelly send them to this place, the image of their parents is not very good in the hearts of the children.
With the speed of time, a pair of distorted human figures with evil grimaces appeared on the paper, and each one was more terrifying than the other. However, the children did not dare to relax, and continued to add to the drawing paper, as if the more they drew, the better the drawing would become.
Bai Yan was quite inspired by the theme of this class, so he was a little lazy.
He only consumed a small amount of blood, drew two hanged stickmen on the white paper, and pasted two pieces of paper on the round faces of the stickmen, and the task was completed.
After finishing the painting, Bai Yan admired it and felt that the painting would definitely pass the test.
He still has a little understanding of the taste of scarlet cartons.
Although the stick figures he draws are very crude and lack any facial features, they are better than real feelings and based on reality. As long as the story behind the painting is touching, Scarlet Carton will be satisfied and will not spit out such a painting.
After completing the classroom task, Bai Yan put down the colored pen, and began to quietly look at the students in Class 3 from the corner of his eye.
From today onwards, they and the third class are students in the same class, and they will have classes in the same classroom and rest in the same dormitory at night.
Unlike the students in their class who painted honestly, the students in class three were very strange.
Some students in class three have already completed their paintings, but they are still holding their pens, as if they will draw another one at any time.
Unlike the students in Class 4 who only put one piece of drawing paper on the table, the students in Class 3 had two sheets of drawing paper on their desks, one was filled with distorted ghost faces, and the other was pure white paper. Their faces were full of tension, and there was also a kind of inexplicable expectation and gloating.
Bai Yan noticed that they occasionally glanced at the students of Class 4, their eyes were full of malice, and one of them was looking at them and snickering.
Bai Yan instinctively felt that something was wrong, as usual, he would dig deep into the secrets hidden by the students in Class 4. However, all his attention is now focused on one person, and he really doesn't have the time to explore the stories behind the abnormal behavior of the students in the third class.
Leaving aside some unfamiliar students from Class Three, Bai Yan fixedly stared at a boy sitting by the window, and couldn't move his eyes any longer.
The afternoon sun is particularly bright, and the soft light shines on the desk through the glass, giving the desk a golden luster.
This is clearly a picture that can make people feel warm, but seeing the boy sitting in the middle, the warm feeling disappeared. No matter how dazzling the sun was, it couldn't dispel the heavy chill wrapped around his body.
The dark-haired boy is holding a book in his hand and is casually flipping through the books.
Bai Yan looked at the book, it was a new edition of "Chinese".
All the students who have taken Ning Xiuli's Chinese class know that the new version of "Yu Wen" is full of monsters and ghosts, especially in the third class, many people died, so one can imagine the content of "Yu Wen" book.
However, compared to the "Chinese" book that exudes a dark atmosphere, the person holding the book is more depressing. Just watching his movements of turning the book makes people feel scary for no reason.
He is Wang Ze.
He is Wang Ze.
Without seeing this person's face, Bai Yan was so sure of an unreasonable sense of familiarity.
Bai Yan stared at Wang Ze raptly, probably feeling his burning gaze, Wang Ze suddenly closed the language book and looked up.
The moment he met Wang Ze's gaze, Bai Yan's mind went blank.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar sense of nostalgia welled up in his heart, making the corners of his mouth curl up unconsciously.
This reunion seemed to be the moment he had been looking forward to for a long time.
He seemed to have waited a very long time just to have another look at this man's face.
However, looking at this expressionless face, Bai Yan didn't stare for a long time before his smile gradually disappeared.
There was no warmth in Wang Ze's eyes, and the gloomy pupils were only cold. Human nature had disappeared from him. All that was left was the boundless silence.
The excitement at first sight faded, and Bai Yan's feverish brain cooled down.
He glanced at Wang Ze again, turned his head and covered his mouth suddenly, retched twice, and suddenly felt a little nauseous.