Cheng Shuang retrieved the candy, unwrapped it, and licked each one twice. The sweetness was about the same, so she simply put them all in her mouth, one on each cheek, and pondered the taste and texture. They were almost identical.

The little girl felt relieved, took out a card, shoved it at the machine, and said with a smile, "Copy!"

Following the card, the mirror figure immediately gazed longingly at the slender fingertips in front of it.

"I'll let you eat it once it's copied!"

With reservations in mind, she naturally produced the 'Tisiphonee Internal Employee 20% Discount Card,' which wouldn't increase the enemy's combat power in any way. Although the mirror figure successfully replicated the card, the little girl sighed in disappointment upon closer inspection.

[20% Discount Card - Warning: This is an extremely malicious counterfeit card! It offers a 20% discount without being detected. But be careful, this is a crime! The chance of being caught is a full 99%, and the compensation will be ten times the original price! Because this act is so egregious, this card is non-transferable! Don't think you can use it to harm or frame others; it's a completely worthless card that is not recognized!]

Note: After compensation, it depends on the shop owner's mood. Compensation alone might not be enough; the shop owner might prefer to keep you as free labor!

The little girl pouted unhappily, checked the original card, and seeing that it had no effect, stuffed the counterfeit card into the corner of her spatial storage. She then took out her precious Planet Feedback Card and shoved it fiercely at the mirror figure, "You better work harder, or I'll crush you!" She glanced at the class monitor who was leisurely drinking milk and added, "Let the class monitor crush you!"

The second sentence was obviously more effective than the first. The little mirror figure seemed to be suffering from terminal constipation. It trembled so much that its reflective face turned red. Finally, it handed over the copy card and collapsed into Cheng Shuang's palm.

[The counterfeit burger card: The ever-present inferior composite beef burger - a burger painstakingly developed by Glasses Girl N, made with the world's cheapest ingredients, with mediocre taste and appearance, barely enough to fill you up!]

Wake up! It only fills your stomach; it won't drop any skills. It refreshes every 24 hours, so just make do! What high requirements do you have for a counterfeit card? Look at your stingy attitude, so unsophisticated!

Cheng Shuang's lips twitched. She seriously suspected that the bespectacled girl, N, was taking the opportunity to scold her, and her tone in the forged card was becoming increasingly impolite.

She readily handed over a bag of pickled chicken feet, saying, "Here, these are for you, they taste better than my hands!"

The bespectacled girl, number N, barely managed to hug the snack bag that was half a head bigger than her, looking completely bewildered: "I feel like I've encountered a scumbag girl, Mom, I'm scared!"

"Not going to try anymore?" The class monitor finished the last sip of milk, and before Cheng Shuang could answer, he glanced at the clock on the wall and said inexplicably, "It's time!"

Cheng Shuang followed the girl's gaze and asked, "Class monitor, what time is it..." Her words trailed off as the girl seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world. She took a step back and stared at the paper calendar below the clock with a pale face. It clearly stated September 11, 1934.

"Isn't today September 4th?" She forced herself to calm down, turned to look at the class monitor who was putting the cup on the table, and asked softly, "So the warning not to believe her doesn't refer to a specific ghost or person, but rather to the entire school?"

Liao Yuewei sensed that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so she quietly walked to Cheng Shuang's side and became vigilant.

It wasn't that she wasn't afraid of ghosts, but she absolutely couldn't afford to lose focus at this moment. The girl in front of her wasn't someone to be trifled with; if she backed down, she wouldn't be far from death.

The class monitor smiled broadly, snapped her fingers, and said insincerely, "As expected of my favorite student, it's really impressive that you thought of this. I'm really looking forward to having you by my side in the future! Ah, be careful not to lose your soul, or I'll be heartbroken!"

Clearly, something extremely dangerous was about to happen, and the squad leader was certain they couldn't escape.

Cheng Shuang wasn't frightened into losing her composure; instead, she lowered her eyes and began to recall carefully. When she first entered the dormitory and observed her surroundings, the clock and calendar were nowhere to be found.

She glanced around at the class monitor's desk, which was filled with all sorts of odds and ends, quite different from the other two beds. In that era, these items would have been considered fashionable.

Even that ordinary milk cup has a line of English text and the brand logo engraved on the inside.

The little girl suddenly laughed, "You are the principal's biggest secret, aren't you?" Although there were still many key points she didn't understand, the parts that seemed out of place finally connected.

Ignoring the class monitor's suddenly terrifying expression, she calmly sat down in the chair, her fair little hands touching the thermos, the ornate clock, the thicker gauze curtains than the other two students', and the exquisite porcelain cups and toiletries. Even the dean's office was more simple than hers.

"These are the evidence!" They are both orphans, so why should the class monitor be treated differently? Just because the principal is her relative and she is not short of money.

Xu Anya has not returned to her dormitory yet. It is highly likely that she was buried outside the school on this day. Of course, it was also on this day that the school was destroyed.

Liao Yuewei tugged at Cheng Shuang's sleeve, not to stop her from exposing the class monitor's secrets. In any case, it was a foregone conclusion that they were enemies, not friends. The girl had already tried her best, and it seemed that the other party would not respond with friendliness, so why not just have some fun?

The only thing she drew her attention to was the class monitor's eyes.

Her innocent, large eyes were filled with indescribable malice and anger, as if she was about to tear Cheng Shuang, the culprit, and herself, the bystander, to shreds at any moment. But gradually, her ferocious eyes welled up with tears.

The class monitor struggled to say something, but after blinking and shaking her head, she collapsed to the ground with a thud. Judging from the sound, her breathing was steady, and her sleeping face was peaceful.

To be on the safe side, Cheng Shuang put both sleep aid tablets into the milk, so she took the opportunity to drink the cup without the tablets first to avoid the awkward situation of having to choose a cup.

She wasn't trying to show off her keen observation skills by blabbering on and angering the class monitor; she was just stalling for time to wait for the drug to take effect.

Once he was certain the girl was fast asleep and wouldn't be disturbed, Cheng Shuang reached out his wicked hand.

Liao Yuewei stared in disbelief as her daughter patted the class monitor's chest with her small hand, and then exclaimed in confusion, "The drum? Could it not be her?"

"What kind of drum?" Realizing the girl hadn't committed the crime for no reason, Liao Yuewei asked, half-laughing and half-crying, "If a girl doesn't play drums, what's called..."

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked out the window.

At this moment, the star-filled sky was illuminated even brighter by the torches, and cold weapons gleaming with a sharp light were held in the hands of burly men.

They shouted wildly, their faces displaying the anger of unfulfilled desire, the greed of seeing a fat sheep, and the cruelty of indiscriminate killing...