For a moment, she actually felt a little sympathy for the Chinese teacher in the morning.

However, her roommate did not give her much time to think about anything else. He squatted down, grabbed her arms and dragged her towards the balcony, like a murderer planning to dispose of the body. Weiwei immediately struggled.

She struggled to free one hand, and her wrist was red, but she didn't care about the burning sensation. After pulling her hand out, she immediately grabbed a bed leg and leaned as close to the edge as possible.

Just now she was still worried about what to do if the dormitory manager came, but now she wished the dormitory manager would rush over immediately.

When I saw the dormitory manager earlier, he was right across the street. Logically, he should be about to come around now. After all, it’s only a short corridor away.

Vivier guessed correctly. The dormitory manager had already come to them and was checking the situation inside Room 401.

401 was the dormitory where Chen Xiaohua originally lived, but now that Chen Xiaohua was eliminated, there was a vacant bed in this dormitory. The dormitory manager leaned against the window and watched for a long time, then slowly used a pen to cross out the three words "Chen Xiaohua" on the notebook and sighed silently.

Everything was normal in 401, so she turned on the flashlight again and walked towards 402 next door.

By then, Weiwei had been pulled halfway onto the balcony. There were still some water stains on the floor, soaking her clothes. She clung to the balcony door with one hand, resisting the disciplinary committee member. The other party was clearly impatient and grabbed the balcony door with his free hand.

Weiwei's forehead was covered with sweat, and the strength of her resistance increased. This person actually planned to use the door to trap her!

"402! What are you doing?!"

Just when Weiwei thought she was finished, a stern voice sounded outside the dormitory door.

She forced herself to look over and saw the face of the dormitory manager pressed against the window. The other person shouted so loudly that it woke up everyone else in the dormitory.

"Ah!" They opened their eyes in a daze and couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the scene in the dormitory.

Weiweier took advantage of this moment and quickly shouted, "Auntie! I want to report it! I want to report it! Zeng Zifang, the discipline committee member of Class 2, Grade 3, is bullying a classmate! She tried to drag me to the balcony and beat me! She even pulled me off the bed just now!"

The noise in Room 402 was so loud that soon sounds came from the neighboring dormitories. They were obviously woken up as well, and some even opened their doors to peek.

"Go back to sleep!" the dormitory manager shouted, then opened the door of room 402 and came in. The flashlight in his hand shone directly on Vivielle lying on the ground, and then shone upwards on the discipline committee member.

The former looked disheveled, with messy hair and red eyes, while the latter was still holding the former's hand, and his expression did not look like that of a good person.

The dormitory manager immediately made her own judgment: "Don't let go!"

Weiwei suddenly felt her wrist loosen. She lay on the ground gasping for breath and tried to move her lower body. It seemed that it was not as serious as she thought. Now that the strength had passed, she could move a little again.

She slowly got up, held on to the wall, and then moved little by little to the side of the dormitory manager.

"Is there some misunderstanding?" a roommate whispered.

The dorm manager turned around and glared at the person who had spoken, then said, "Both of you follow me."

Weiweier limped along, and the disciplinary committee member also walked silently behind her. She didn't seem to be afraid at all, but Weiweier still noticed the other person's hand tightly grasping his pants.

After all, Zeng Zifang is just a student, so it is normal for her to be afraid of people with higher authority.

The dormitory manager took them to the infirmary. The school doctor had already gone off work at this time, so she asked Vivier to lie down on the bed by herself, pulled the curtain, checked her injuries, and then contacted their class teacher.

Vivier lay on the bed. The Chinese teacher who was the head teacher of the class was dead, and she didn't know whether the English teacher or the math teacher would come next.

Zeng Zifang was standing on the side as punishment, and the dormitory manager kept staring at her. Weiweier felt that the dormitory manager's reaction was a little wrong. Anger was normal, but there was obviously something else in her eyes.

In just five minutes, the English teacher arrived at the scene. Vivier was not afraid of the other party attacking her. After all, she was not staying out all night and had not violated any discipline.

"Look at your students!" The dorm manager pointed at Zeng Zifang and said to the English teacher, "If I hadn't happened to be checking their dormitory, I don't know what she was going to do!"

Just when Weiwei was wondering how the English teacher would deal with Zeng Zifang, the other party's movements were much faster than she expected. Some blood splashed on her face, and Weiwei narrowed her eyes.

Zeng Zifang's body was still standing there, but she was supported by the hand of the English teacher that passed through her heart, and her heart was in the palm of the English teacher's palm, bright red and still beating slightly.

Weiwei didn't dare to speak. She watched the English teacher crush the heart with one hand, and then pulled his hand away. Zeng Zifang's body suddenly fell to the ground with a bang.

"What a sin..." The dorm manager looked at this scene without any fear. Instead, she instructed the English teacher, "Go check on your student. He fell pretty badly. His lower back is all purple and swollen."

At this time, Weiweier listened to her talking and realized that from the tone of the dormitory manager's voice, the other party seemed to be very familiar with the English teacher.

The English teacher didn't say anything, turned around and walked to Vivier's bed. To be honest, Vivier didn't want this concern, but she still forced a smile.

The English teacher's body was covered in blood, especially the hand he had just used to rip out his heart. There was even blood in the whites of his eyes...

She raised her hand and checked Vivier with the eyeball in the palm of her hand, then pulled the bed curtain, leaving a bloody handprint on the white curtain.

"You're going back? Then let her stay in the infirmary?"

Blocked by the bed curtains, Weiweier couldn't see what was happening outside, but she could tell something from the sounds. The English teacher had walked away. Weiweier thought that she might be rushing back to catch Sun Xiaofang and Li Hua who had "stayed out all night."

The dormitory manager didn't leave. She came to check on Vivielle's condition again, and then told her that the school doctor would come tomorrow and ask the doctor to write her a leave note or something, so that Vivielle could rest here tonight.

Since Vivielle had no objection, the dormitory manager breathed a sigh of relief and said that she still had to go and finish patrolling the dormitory and would come back to watch over her later.

Weiwei nodded understandingly, watched her leave, waited for a while, then got out of bed and limped out.

The dormitory manager was going to check the dormitories, and she was staying outside the dormitory legally. The monster couldn't catch her, so naturally she had to take this opportunity to look for clues!

Anyway, she had lowered her pain sensitivity enough that she couldn't feel anything now.