At 1:20, the bell rang again to wake up everyone in their sleep. Students in twos and threes rubbed their eyes and walked slowly into the school.
Kou Dong was among the crowd, but he saw Xiaoying and her boyfriend first. The expressions of both of them are not good, and they look tired.
Seeing them from a distance, the two squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of them. Xiao Kai looked at them, hesitated, and finally asked, "How did you sleep?"
Song Hong said, "Very good."
He looked at Xiao Kai, frowned, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"It's not that I didn't sleep well," the boy hesitated, "I just felt like I had a dream..."
He sighed and shook his head, obviously unwilling to continue, "It's not a big deal."
Xiaoying was standing beside her, looking a little anxious. Kou Dong glanced at the other person's eyes, and realized that there were fine and dense red bloodshots in them, obviously he didn't sleep well.
But it's only an hour's lunch break, even if you haven't slept well, it shouldn't be like this.
them…
Kou Dong narrowed his eyes.
Since the other party was secretive, Kou Dong didn't want to ask more questions. Although it was obviously not a good thing, the young couple was unwilling to tell him that Kou Dong was not a person who made fun of himself.
But Ah Xue whispered after they entered the classroom: "She called out."
Kou Dong couldn't help wondering, "What?"
"I heard her scream," the little girl said.
Xiaoying's room is next to hers, and the sound insulation of the dormitory building is not good, so she can hear everything clearly. The little girl is more cautious by nature, and her sleep is shallow, and she can wake up at the slightest disturbance.
What's more, it was a scream that came out suddenly.
Song Hong said, "Did she have a nightmare?"
Ashe nodded.
She turned her head, and the classroom was full of children talking, laughing and reading, their little heads huddled together intimately. The sound of flipping books, talking... All kinds of sounds mixed together, like an ordinary place.
No one looked at her, Axue turned her face and said the rest of the words in a low voice: "-she said it, get out."
Kou Dong's heart suddenly went cold.
The little girl didn't describe it to them, what kind of hysterical voice it was, with a sharp end and broken throat, it hardly sounded like a human being.
It's just that these three words have already given people some bad associations.
Song Hong's expression also became serious, and he said after a while: "I heard that in an independent space, other things need the permission of the owner to enter."
But judging from Xiaoying's cry, it seemed more like something had already stood in her room.
This knowledge is Ye Yanzhi's forte. Kou Dong turned his head and subconsciously wanted to ask the cub on his shoulder. He didn't realize until he found some space that his cub was still sleeping in the luggage rack.
The three of them looked at each other for the news and were silent for a moment. Immediately, the little girl calmly said: "Supernatural?"
Song Hong thought for a while, but shook his head, "It's not necessarily true. ——Let's just draw conclusions like this."
He touched his eyes, touched his curved eyelashes with his palm, and murmured: "Seeing is not believing..."
What are they seeing that isn't real
In the classroom in the afternoon, a small incident happened.
Some students lost money.
In fact, the loss is not a big amount of money, at most one or two hundred, but for high school students who have no financial resources, it is basically equivalent to a week's living expenses. The child who couldn't find the money looked like he had been beaten by frost, dejected and without any energy.
The first few people in the class were helping him find money, but they couldn't find it after searching the surrounding ground. They gathered in a group and whispered quietly whether someone had taken it.
They also speculated that it was a student whose family was short of money.
The boy was thin and dark-skinned, and he didn't like to talk. He sat down at the table and worked on the problems for a day without making a sound. It is said that he was admitted from the county below. Although his grades are considered to be a top student, but judging by his appearance and attire, he is indeed not the same as other students in this class. When helping to fetch water for others in the class, the water cups of the front, back, left, and left are often taken away, and only his is still empty. Even if there was not half a drop of water in it, no one thought of making a cup for him.
He doesn't even go to the cafeteria to eat on weekdays. He brings dry food from home, and a bag of steamed buns can last for several days.
But on that day, there were new things on his desk.
—It's a big bag of snacks. It was packed in a plastic bag provided by the canteen in the school, and there were a few bags of sandwich chocolates in it, as well as vegetable rolls, finger sticks, etc., which were full of miscellaneous piles.
The students' speculations seem more and more reasonable. Normally, how could he be willing to eat such a good thing
Although no one asked clearly, those eyes that floated over from time to time were clearly written. The boy who lost the money pulled his face and raised his voice: "Forget it. My family is not poor, so I don't care about that little thing, so just donate it to the disaster area."
Someone said: "You can still say thank you for donating to the disaster area, but what can you get if you are taken by thieves?"
The boy who lost the money scoffed, turned his head away, and asked loudly the student whose family was short of money.
"How about it," he said, "is the food you bought for this money delicious?"
The meaning of these words is already quite obvious, only pointing at the thief and insulting him. The boy who was said had a gloomy face, almost dripping water, but he only looked up at them, then hurriedly lowered his head back, and stared at the test paper again.
The student who lost the money took a few steps and came straight in front of him.
"It's just buying things with stolen money, your mouth will rot," said the male student, "you have to be careful—"
Before he finished speaking, the boy in front of him suddenly raised his face. The person who spoke was caught off guard, and was actually taken aback by him, he couldn't stand firmly on his heels, Wei Wei staggered, "You... what are you doing?"
The student who was said stared at him, his voice was a little weird for some reason.
"Didn't you say that I took it?"
The boy was bluffed by his state, and he couldn't get off the stage, so he said angrily: "I didn't say that you must have taken it, I just said that it was you who insisted on taking the seat—"
Before finishing a sentence, the student who was being spoken suddenly stood up, bent down, and picked up his own bench under the surprised eyes of the classmates in the classroom. He raised the bench high, swung his arms, and the extremely heavy wooden chair fell down at once, accompanied by the sound of whining wind.
Directly, accurately, and firmly hit the head of the boy in front of him.
Everyone heard the loud "kucha".
With that dull sound, several players who heard it were dumbfounded—it was like a ripe watermelon bursting on the spot. They looked at each other, and they were a little startled: just for such a trivial matter, they actually hit someone directly
Hai Hai, known as Teacher Mo, took the lead and said hesitantly, "My child..."
His tone was too familiar, just like a caring head teacher. With just this sentence, Kou Dong understood that this is probably not a real teacher in real life.
It's a pity that this is not a high school student in reality. In the dungeon world, no one listens to him talking about education. The little boy's eyes were red, obviously he was so angry that he couldn't let go of his hatred once, and he raised the stool and wanted to smash it again.
"Why would he say that about me!" he hissed, his cheeks flushed, "Why would he—"
No one stopped him, Teacher Mo was startled, and desperately grabbed his waist and dragged him back. But that boy's strength was beyond normal, even an adult couldn't hold him, he just staggered forward a few steps while being dragged by him.
Immediately afterwards, the boy hit the temple of the person lying on the ground again with the sharp corner of the bench.
This bang is extremely exciting. The blood spread, splashing on the faces and bodies of several people, and it took a long time for someone to start screaming.
Some students hurried out to call for help, Xiaoying took a few steps towards them, her face was also pale because she witnessed the murder with her own eyes.
"What's going on?" she hissed, "So suddenly..."
Her boyfriend Xiao Kai also frowned, looking very disapproving.
"There is no evidence, how can you say that others stole things. They are all young, but they have a big temper. Isn't there something wrong with being wronged?"
Xiaoying: "Yes, I would be angry if you want me to. Although I am poor, I also have dignity!"
The two of them sang together, obviously thinking that the student who lost his temper had a reason for venting his anger. Although the action was a bit brutal, the starting point was not a problem.
Judging by his appearance, he doesn't look like someone who stole money. This must be a mistake.
When they said this, A Xue never responded. When Kou Dong raised his eyes, he realized that the little girl had already walked to the table of the boy who was said to have been wronged, and put her hand into his big schoolbag.
Xiaoying was startled and said, "What are you doing?"
The little girl said calmly, "Find something."
She squeezed out a few thin banknotes from the side pocket of her schoolbag. There is only one hundred yuan, and the rest are only ten yuan, twenty yuan, scattered here and there.
This scene is actually a bit sad to watch. There was no extra expression on A Xue's face, she just glanced at the hundred yuan bill again, and immediately, she held the banknote in the palm of her hand.
"Do you think he was wronged?"
She didn't agree to share a dormitory with her at noon, so Xiaoying felt that this girl was a little unreasonable and couldn't help her even a little favor, so naturally she couldn't count on her. It's just that although he didn't have any idea of getting close, Liang Zi could be regarded as a knot. Now when he heard Ah Xue speak, he couldn't help but want to go back: "Otherwise?"
She curled her lips and snorted coldly, "Could it be that he really took it?"
A Xue: "He has money in his pocket."
"So what if you have money?" Xiaoying said, "No one else's name is written on the money! Maybe it was given by his parents?"
Before she finished speaking, the little girl unfolded the only one hundred yuan bill, and showed everyone the words written on it.
The moment they saw it, everyone froze slightly.
—What was written on it was the name of the person who lost the money.
Xiaoying's expression was startled, she was obviously also shocked by this unexpected fact, she couldn't help being ashamed, she lowered her head for a while, and didn't say anything else. On the other hand, Teacher Mo touched his head, a little bit embarrassed, "No wonder seeing is not believing... It seems that what we see with our eyes may not be the truth."
He laughed ho ho, and said, "I can't judge casually."
After all, they are older, but they are more calm than the pair of young people next to them.
Song Hong nodded, and said: "Since it is a survival condition, things are obviously not that simple. I hope everyone will pay more attention to things big and small, and try not to leave any clues or trigger specific conditions."
After all, no one knows which condition is fatal.
The boy in the couple looked a little shivering, and suddenly said: "Our names were written on the blackboard yesterday, is there something wrong?"
He had already asked this question once yesterday. But the bloody incident that happened right in front of his eyes today obviously made him more uneasy, and changed his heart, which he thought was nothing, and finally realized that this is not a game that can be cleared by just playing around.
There is also no guarantee, allowing him to test at will on the verge of death.
He was obviously not as energetic as he was in the morning, and after a round of fright, he sank down, holding his heart in fear.
"If anything happens tonight..."
Song Hong couldn't comfort him, so he could only persuade: "Go to bed early, maybe you can avoid it."
Apart from this, he has nothing else to say.
The lives of prospective high school seniors were even busier than Kou Dong remembered. Not only were they full of classes in the afternoon, but they also had three evening self-study sessions until 10:30. The classroom is very quiet, only the rustling sound of pens writing on the paper. Players don't need to do their homework, and they don't dare to take the risk of leaving the classroom. They can only quietly observe the students in the class.
After that accident, the injured students and the perpetrator were all taken out by the teacher, and the rest sat behind the table, discussing the matter for a while, and then quickly forgotten it.
Song Hong felt that this was obviously not a normal reaction.
Let alone such a major event as a possible murder case, even a trivial matter such as scratching the skin and bleeding a little, in the peaceful and undisturbed student life, it is worth discussing for half an hour.
How did this get to them and it was over in minutes
Is gossip bad to hear or lively and bad to watch? Even if you are frightened, at least you should look a little frightened...
After a night of self-study, the three of them were still confused about the main plot of the dungeon. With careful observation, they didn't get any useful clues, but sorted out the possible single-arrow, double-arrow or even triple-arrow emotional relationships in the class. Seven or eight pairs.
When a person is young, there are many stories.
Kou Dong tore off a piece of homework paper and wrote on it.
Both of them looked blankly, "What are you doing?"
Without raising his head, Kou Dong casually said, "Sue the class teacher."
Little friend: "...?"
"How can high school seniors fall in love against the rules?" Kou Dong folded the note, stuffed it in his pocket, and said righteously, "How can they concentrate on studying after falling in love?"
Little friend: "..."
Song Hong couldn't help distinguishing for the students, "I don't want to sue the teacher, it's not like everyone has experienced it."
To be honest, no one liked it at that time—the first love at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and the feelings were all poetry.
He didn't believe it, because of Kou Dong's handsome appearance, his outstanding temperament, and his lemony expression—
This expression? ?
Song Hong was stunned, and blurted out: "You really haven't experienced it?"
how is this possible! Which girl does not contain spring
Although Kou Dong is not a girl, there should be a Hanchun girl who is infatuated with him...
Even the little girl turned her head and stared at Kou Dong, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Kou Dong raised his face, and carefully searched through the few memories he had left. He didn't find any boys and girls who implied feelings, but he only thought of a voyeur who was always following behind but couldn't see anyone. This kind of pure love story on campus has nothing to do with it.
… Ugh.
Why is it pure love to put on others, and a bunch of perverts to put on him
Kou Dong almost wanted lemon essence to possess him, and said sadly: "They are all greedy for my body."
From a stalker in the real world to an NPC in the game, there is nothing like it.
Why, is it because his body looks extraordinarily sweet
The two people who heard this sentence clearly: "..."
It was the first time they had heard someone say that about themselves. The middle-aged man walked to the podium, still holding his thermos cup tightly with one hand, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the other hand.
"Everyone has worked hard," he said. "Something happened between classes today, and I think everyone knows about it. In order to prevent this from affecting everyone's review, the school specially invited a psychological teacher to give everyone a psychological relief class—"
Hearing the word "psychological teacher", the class has already exploded. Many students poked their heads to look at the door, as if they wanted to see the figure behind the thin door.
"Is it Teacher Si?"
"I think so! Look at this one!"
There are small glass windows in every door. From the glass window, one can clearly see two thin, bloodless lips, with the lower jaw exposed and a small section of smooth and slender neck. There is also a slight mole on the side of the neck.
This small window was not opened low, at least when the class teacher came in, what was reflected in that section of glass was the forehead, not the neck. The person outside is obviously quite superior in height.
The head teacher put the thermos cup back on the table. The voices in the first few rows became louder, and some good students mustered up their courage and dared to ask which psychology teacher was outside.
"Which one else could it be?" said the teacher in charge, "You are all about to be in your third year of high school, so of course you have to find someone who seems to be in a good mood..."
Before the words were finished, the cheers rose sharply, and all the little heads turned to the direction of the door. Kou Dong looked at the situation, knocked on the little boy's desk, and asked him in a low voice, "What psychology teacher?"
The little boy Ben patronized and called, not wanting to answer at all. Turning to see it was him, he hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "It's Teacher Si."
"Which Teacher Si?"
"You guys just transferred here, I don't know," the little boy explained to him, "It's the youngest one. When you see each other later, you'll know each other."
Kou Dong wanted to ask again, but the classroom door slammed lightly.
The young psychology teacher outside the door has already stepped in. His lips were very thin, without much color, but his brows and eyes were as deep as ink that couldn't be stirred. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, his eyes were faint, and he scanned everyone present.
It didn't seem like he was looking at anyone specially, but Kou Dong felt the skin on his face was burning, and he couldn't help but lean back slightly, as if he was burned by his gaze.
"Please sit down," the psychology teacher said, slightly closing her slender and clean fingers, and carelessly rubbing her fingertips against the tiger's mouth. "The class will start soon."
His gaze passed Kou Dong's body instantly, and the corners of his lips seemed to be upturned, with a faint smile on his face.
"Psychological relief requires everyone to be obedient..."
"If you say you close your eyes, you can't open them halfway."
The author has something to say:
Kou Dong: ...I'm so cool, I feel like he's trying to ghs while I close my eyes!
Gong: What do you think, Jinjiang's Gong is below the neck, it can't be done.