"Don't worry, her name is Bai Yuanxiang." Su Qingyu briefly told Zhuang Xiaodie about the burning of paper before the strange resurrection.
Although Su Qingyu is a time traveler, the friendship with her best friend still remains in this body.
She will cherish this friendship.
After Zhuang Xiaodie learned everything, she immediately hugged Su Qingyu and said, "Ah, Qingyu, you are so kind. You saw these things in the novel, predicted today's situation, and let me prepare in advance.
It’s all my fault. I only thought about exams and burned a bunch of useless textbooks.
If I had known earlier, I would have burned a few paper figures, and together we could have torn down this weird, broken school!"
Su Qingyu smiled faintly: "That's right, when we become stronger in the future, we will tear these copies apart."
As the last school bus left, all the students arrived at the gate of Qimingxing High School.
At this time, the loud speaker at the school gate shouted: New students, please go to the dormitory and sign in with the dormitory manager. The girls' dormitory is a pink building, and the boys' dormitory is a blue building.
Hearing the call on the radio, the students gathered at the school gate walked into the school in twos and threes.
Those walking in the front mostly have empty eyes, looking as weird as the walking dead.
Those who entered next were the trial-takers who had prepared themselves mentally and were brave and fearless.
It was September, but the sun set exceptionally early.
Su Qingyu raised her head and saw that the end of the sky was gradually getting darker and rows of lights on the high school campus were lit up one by one.
Holding Zhuang Xiaodie's arm, she said, "Xiaodie, let's go in and report quickly. Usually, its power becomes particularly strong after nightfall."
It refers to the source of pollution.
The school gate was open and students in school uniforms kept coming in.
Some timid trial-takers were afraid to enter and squatted there, their bodies trembling, tears streaming down their faces, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Some trial participants, after learning that this was a five-star difficulty copy, felt like they were in an inescapable nightmare and suffered a mental breakdown.
The school gate is slowly closing.
Su Qingyu will not save irrelevant people.
Zhuang Xiaodie had only experienced one copy. She looked at the people who were still outside the school and turned back frequently. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at them, "The school gate is about to close, come in quickly.
Wait until night falls, it will be even more dangerous outside the school!"
Her shouting actually had some effect. A girl whose legs were weak and who was crying loudly actually raised her head and crawled into the school.
She pounded her legs as she crawled: "Fuck the five-star dungeon. I'll live one more day!"
Finally, she crawled into the school.
With a "boom" sound, the school's big iron gate closed.
At this time, there were only a dozen students left at the door.
Some of them have become insane due to extreme fear.
There are also some people who, in their panic, are secretly happy, thinking that they have escaped disaster by not entering the school.
The strange atmosphere emanating from outside the school did not seem to be what the night should have.
Su Qingyu squinted her eyes and saw dark shadows interweaving under the dim street lights outside the school.