Huang Yu is a sophomore this year. All the people and events from her high school days have not completely faded from her memory. The death stare from her homeroom teacher is a vivid memory for her and is not unfamiliar to her at all.
But now we are in the mission world, and the head teacher of this class is also sitting on the podium.
The person outside the window is not the class teacher! It's that evil ghost!
The eye in the gap was still pressed against the glass. Huang Yu was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound. Her body was stiff as she kept leaning against the window and stared into the eye. Her eyes were wide open and her eyeballs bulged out.
When Huang Yu regained control of her body, she instinctively dodged backwards and bumped into Xu Lulu who was doing the test. Huang Yu twitched violently as if she was electrocuted, and turned her head slowly. Xu Lulu frowned and looked at her.
You're disturbing me, he seemed to be saying.
Huang Yu was completely at a loss, tears as big as beans fell down, she cried silently and apologized, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it...
There was no expression on Xu Lulu's fair and clean face. He pressed the pen and continued to do the questions.
Fear invaded his heart, Huang Yu trembled and covered his face with his hands, tears kept falling from between his fingers, I don’t want to die, please don’t let me die.
Who should she ask for help? She didn't know who to ask for help. No one could help her, right? Lingling couldn't help either... Huang Yu cried and smiled, then slumped down on the table with a look of despair on her face.
CET-4, professional course assignments, incompatible roommates, ex-boyfriends she couldn't get rid of, teacher qualification exam, graduation project next year, job after graduation, love and marriage...all the troubles that she once complained about were no longer remembered at this moment.
Every minute and every second of waiting for death is stretched out and filled with thick despair, which makes people extremely painful and want to be relieved quickly.
Huang Yu's eyes, which were pressed against her arm, suddenly opened. No! She didn't want to die!
But who can save her? Huang Yu thought of something, and the hope of life broke through the darkness in an instant. Yes! The power or individual who issued the identity number to everyone can decide the life and death of the tasker, right
Huang Yu kept praying and begging in her heart, please give me another chance, I will behave well, please, I really beg you... She didn't know how many times she begged. Huang Yu lay there dizzy and suddenly a hand patted her shoulder. She felt cold from head to toe.
The hand reached for her neck, and she finally couldn't control herself and screamed: "Go away! Go!!!"
"Dayu, what's wrong with you?" A surprised and stunned voice sounded beside him.
Huang Yu's breath in her throat stagnated, and she stupidly raised her head from her arms and turned it to the upper right. Her best friend was bending over to look at her, and the worry in her eyes turned into dullness.
"Why are you crying?" Wu Lingling looked at Huang Yu's school uniform sleeves, which were wet. She then looked at his eyes, which were very red.
"Dayu, you..." Wu Lingling was hugged before she could finish her words.
Huang Yu buried his tear-stained face into her waist and abdomen: "Lingling... Wuwuwu..."
Wu Lingling didn't know what her best friend had experienced, but she could feel her fear, which was something she also had, only increasing. They were just preparing to go shopping after class, but somehow came here, and from ordinary college students they became taskers, seeing one weird and terrifying thing after another. All the things they usually cared about were no longer important, and there was only one thing left in life - staying alive.
The best friend cried so hard that her whole body was shaking. Wu Lingling started crying too: "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay now."
Yang Xue asked from her seat: "What happened?"
Wu Lingling wiped her tears and shook her head. Huang Yu, who was crying while hugging her, suddenly stopped crying, stood up, and looked at the classroom with his red and swollen eyes.
Xu Lulu was not in her seat, and there was no head teacher on the podium. The lights were not on, and the classroom was shrouded in a cold halo.
Huang Yu glanced at the window out of the corner of her eye. The sunlight streaming in from the edges covered her face. She stared blankly.
"Time jumped again." Wu Lingling said in Huang Yu's ear.
Huang Yu turned his head to look at her mouth opening and closing, her eyes were dull and her soul seemed to have disappeared.
"It's the end of morning self-study now. We have an exam today." Wu Lingling was worried about her bestie's condition and tightened her grip on her arm. "Final exam."
"Oh, he jumped." Huang Yu murmured and laughed. Fortunately, she escaped.
"Lingling, I almost died, I really almost died..." Huang Yu held Wu Lingling's hand with trembling lips. She laughed happily, and as she laughed she burst into tears again, wailing loudly.
Wu Lingling took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to her: "Dayu, don't cry yet. Tell me if there is anything. Mr. Chen and the others are here. Let's all..."
"Eyes." Huang Yu said these two words while sobbing.
Wu Lingling didn't understand what she meant: "What? What's wrong with your eyes?"
"There is an eye in the gap of the newspaper. I saw it." Huang Yu pointed to the window on the left with trembling hands.
Wu Lingling was so scared that she sat down on the chair at the back.
Soon, everyone stood in the frozen corridor, and the cold wind mixed with panic penetrated into their internal organs.
Chen Yang leaned close to the window and looked into the classroom through the gap between two newspapers. It was daytime and the tables and chairs could be seen clearly.
At night, people outside would have to press their eyes against the glass to barely see what was going on in the classroom.
Chen Yang stood up and asked his teammates: "What do you think?"
They were all in a state of dullness, and did not respond for a long time. Even the usually excited and somewhat neurotic Wen Qing was dull. He often told lies, but what he said about hating winter was true.
Chen Yang's gaze swept from Wen Qing who was sucking his nose to Jin Xiaochang, and then moved to Bai Tang.
"The one outside the window may not be a murderous ghost." Bai Tang added, "This is just my personal opinion."
"I think so." Lin Chengye had a different guess, "He came back to find his seat. He wanted to go to the classroom."
Qian Han asked, “Why?”
Lin Chengye said something shocking: "Because it's the final exam."
Everyone:"… "
"Believe me, a student whose teacher tells him, 'If you don't study, don't delay others' will not like taking exams." Qian Han blinked seriously.
Lin Chengye was speechless: "Maybe he missed the exam before he died, and this is his obsession."
Qian Han refuted again: "Impossible, I would rather die than do the test paper."
Lin Chengye couldn't think of a strong theory to fight back against Qian Han, and he couldn't save face. He laughed awkwardly: "I have never been a poor student who doesn't study and makes trouble to affect others. Classmate Qian is more knowledgeable."
Qian Han was not stupid, he would hear the sarcasm in this, but he did not get angry, he just scratched his head and looked at Huang Yu as if he didn't hear it: "Sister, you were the only one who saw the situation at that time, can you recall the details?"
"Not really." Huang Yu wished she had lost her memory, so she didn't dare to think about it.
Chen Yang was thinking about something, and suddenly asked: "Huang Yu, why did you say you almost died?"
Everyone looked over. Huang Yu shuddered violently: "I bumped into my deskmate Xu Lulu..." She said with difficulty, "He was doing his homework at that time."
The cold air in the corridor suddenly condensed.
Wu Lingling stammered: "Dada Dada Yu, you...you have violated the death taboo."
Huang Yu hugged her and sobbed.
"He's so lucky." Someone uttered with envy and sigh.
The young man's vigorous voice rang out from the other end of the corridor: "Why are you all here?"
The person who came was Zhong Qi. He was holding a half-eaten white flour bun in one hand and four or five in the other. He strode over and said, "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"I'll be there soon." Chen Yang replied briskly, "What's for breakfast?"
"It's still the same as always." Zhong Qi walked into the classroom with a steamed bun in his mouth and shouted incoherently, "Chen Yang, bring me two more steamed buns when you go to the cafeteria!"
"Okay." Chen Yang rubbed his flat belly, "Let's go downstairs and have breakfast first. We have an exam in the morning." He took a few steps and looked back at Wen Qing, "How are you?"
"I have a cold." Wen Qing said listlessly and then he sneezed. A stream of clear snot fell out of his nose, which was a horrible sight.
Chen Yang threw half a pack of tissues to him: "The snow is still falling, don't go downstairs, just stay in the classroom."
"Bring me some porridge." Wen Qing looked like a fragile baby.
Chen Yang glanced at Jin Xiaochang, who was sleeping against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
"He eats meat buns." Wen Qing answered for Jin Xiaochang.
It was snowing heavily and the weather was freezing cold. Chen Yang felt the malice of this mission as soon as he went downstairs. They were only wearing single clothes and school uniforms and had no way to resist the cold.
The lips of the girls in the team were frozen blue and their teeth were chattering. Fortunately, the seasons would change and winter would soon pass. They hugged their arms tightly to comfort themselves in the biting wind and snow.
The snow was a bit thick, and the ground was covered with messy dirty black shoe prints, spreading all the way from the teaching building to the cafeteria. Chen Yang quickened his pace, and when he was about to enter the cafeteria, Huang Yu's scream came from behind.
"The smell of oil smoke... There is a smell of oil smoke..." Huang Yu clenched his fingers, his bloodless lips trembling non-stop, "I smelled the smell of oil smoke at that time!"
"There's a crack on the edge of the window, and the smell was blown in by the wind." She was supported by Wu Lingling, her eyes rolling around, and she muttered, "Also, there's the smell of food, yes, yes, yes, that's right, it's this smell."
Wu Lingling kept comforting Huang Yu while trembling. In fact, she was very afraid of mentally ill people, but she couldn't ignore Huang Yu because they were best friends.
"The smoke, the smell of food..." Bai Tang frowned and looked towards the cafeteria in front of him.
Chen Yang also looked over there, and the clues pointed there again.
The sky gradually brightened, but it was not completely bright. The weather was bad that day.
Chen Yang walked around the teaching building while biting a steamed bun. He found that all the classes had house numbers, the front and back doors of the classrooms were open, and the seats inside had numbers on them.
It turned out that the test was not held in class, but in a separate examination room.
"Chao Jian, I have to take the exam." Chen Yang sighed with mixed emotions. After many years, he was a candidate again and was completely in the dark.
When Chen Yang finished eating the steamed buns and walked to the third floor, he vaguely heard strange noises in the corridor above. He rushed up with a few big steps and found Xia Le collapsed on the steps, his face red and purple, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked horrifying.
"Xia Le?" Chen Yang ran over and saw a pool of liquid smelling of rotten eggs at her feet. The image of Wang Juan who had a similar experience came to his mind. The news of food poisoning in the newspaper was instantly suppressed by him.
"Xia Le!" Chen Yang ignored the vomit in front of him. He stepped closer to the female student and shouted again.
Xia Le no longer responded.
Chen Yang picked her up without saying a word, and held her up with both arms from behind. He clenched his left fist against her abdomen, and clenched his right fist, pressing up hard, over and over again.
"Cough..." The vomit in Xia Leka's trachea spurted out, she resumed breathing, and her consciousness seemed to regain consciousness.
Chen Yang took a breath and said, "I'll take you to the infirmary."
"No... No need..." Xia Le gently pushed the arm around her, breathing weakly, "Let me go..."
Chen Yang pulled his hand away and watched her slowly stand up with the help of the wall. She lowered her head and looked around for something. He asked, "Did you lose anything?"
Xia Le did not answer. She scanned the stairs with her eyes and cried helplessly, "Where is it? Why can't I find it?"
"Well, tell me and I'll help you find it." Chen Yang said with concern. As expected, he got no response. He looked around, found something, walked over, bent down and picked up something in the corner.
"Is this what you are looking for?" Chen Yang held up the thing in his hand, which was a black hairpin.
Xia Le snatched it away and hurriedly wiped the dust off the hairpin, being careful to pin it to her slightly messy hair. She touched the hairpin with her fingertips, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and a layer of youthful tenderness appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Chen Yang watched Xia Le pass by him, turn around and go upstairs step by step, his bamboo-like body swaying. He put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform jacket and followed slowly behind.
This girl is introverted and timid, afraid of physical contact with the opposite sex. The black hairpin may be a gift from someone she likes.
Chen Yang entered the classroom and saw Xu Lulu standing next to his seat with a math book in her hand. He had a bad feeling and wanted to step back.
Xu Lulu has already discovered him.
When Xu Lulu pointed to a big question in the reference book and asked Chen Yang, Chen Yang broke out in a cold sweat as he couldn't understand it.
"I don't know the answer to this question." Chen Yang said bluntly, not wanting to waste the time of a good student who loves to study.
Unexpectedly, Xu Lulu showed a deceived expression, and her fair face turned red: "You don't know? The day before yesterday, the teacher clearly said that you figured out the third solution!"
Chen Yang: “…”
This is too bad! He doesn't even know one, and he wants a third one?!
Xu Lulu is not like Jiang Wei, a nerd who loves all subjects. He only loves mathematics and is obsessed with it, like a madman. Now he is waiting for the third solution.
It seemed that he had made the decision to make this trip after some hesitation and struggle, and he had to achieve his goal.
The class was noisy, and students at the back kept looking up at the top students. Chen Yang felt a headache and a chill on his forehead. Just when he was about to try to reject Xu Lulu, his chair was kicked.
Chen Yang turned his head back and saw the red marks on Jin Xiaochang's face left by sleeping.
Jin Xiao looked over with a pair of blue-green eyes from under his long, messy bangs. His eyes were like the old pond in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, dark and calm.
At that moment, Chen Yang understood something from Jin Xiaochang's eyes. He put on an embarrassed look to Xu Lulu, cleared his throat and whispered, "To be honest with you, Jin Xiaochang told me the third solution to this problem."
Xu Lulu's questioning eyes moved to the back seat of Chen Yang. Before he could say anything, Director Jin Xiao tapped the table: "Information book."
Xu Lulu subconsciously handed the book over.
Jin Xiaochang supported his head with one hand, picked up the manuscript paper and pen with the other hand, and lazily wrote down the calculation steps.
Chen Yang wiped his face. He had long forgotten the mathematical formulas and algorithms. He would thank Chief Jin Xiao later.
Although he already owed a favor, at the end of the mission he still had to inquire about Chao Jian's condition on the premise that Jin Xiaochang refused to disclose it, one thing at a time.
Of course, it would be great if Director Jin Xiao changed his mind and took the initiative to tell him the progress and condition of Chao Jian’s treatment.
Seeing that his deskmate Jiang Wei had put down his pen, Chen Yang leaned closer and asked, "What time is it?"
Jiang Wei looked at his watch: "Seven thirty-five."
Chen Yang asked again: "Where is the examination room distribution table posted? Why can't I see it?"
"The teacher will notify you." Jiang Wei said as he opened the Chinese textbook and picked up the pen again.
Chen Yang sat back. The seats in the class were basically arranged according to grades.
The students who are good at studying are in the front, and the students who are not good at studying are in the back. The grades are the dividing line, and the atmosphere before and after is very different. Especially in this class, the top students and the poor students are like in two different worlds.