Chapter 142 Class
These situations were later explained by a term - Stockholm syndrome.
When the perpetrator oppresses the victim, causing the victim to have strong emotions, and when the victim believes the perpetrator's ideas, they will feel that they are voluntary and may even take the initiative to do things for the perpetrator.
With so many people over so many years, some must have been affected.
It now seems that quite a few people have been brainwashed by the cannibal couple.
Su Nanzhi looked at Gu Juncheng, who was shivering and fiddling with things, and then looked at Jiang Beiyu, who was staring motionlessly at the group of souls biting each other, and once again sighed that it was true that people were better than the dead.
Although it looks bloody, these are just the resentments that have been suppressed in this house day after day and cannot be dissipated. The real strong resentment is not here, so these souls have no ability to hurt people, and Su Nanzhi doesn't care about Gu Juncheng over there.
After reading it, everyone looks for clues.
The radio started to sound faintly again, "Class is about to start! Students, please return to your seats!"
"Fuck fuck fuck, why did this thing suddenly sound?" Gu Juncheng, who had just gotten used to the underworld BGM, jumped up suddenly.
When he jumped, the three boys around him also jumped.
"Brother Gu, please, don't be so startled." Zhou Yan covered his heart and hooked his arm around Gu Juncheng's shoulder. "I'm going to leave this to you before I get scared to death by the NPC."
Gu Juncheng: “…”
Zhou Yan said, "Let's find a seat and sit down quickly. Follow the announcement. If you don't sit properly, you might be targeted by the NPCs."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Juncheng immediately found a seat nearby and sat down.
Zhou Yan: “…”
As someone who had played this game before, Zhou Yan naturally knew the next steps. He said, "We need to put the student ID cards corresponding to the names on all the seats in the classroom."
"Didn't you say you were going to class?"
"It's just starting now."
As soon as Zhou Yan finished speaking, a deep male voice came from the radio again: "Now, students, please turn to page 42. Today we will talk about a love poem in "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair"..."
Then, a melancholy male voice sounded again:
"...ever since I fell in love with you, you have been different. Let me help you lie in the yellow wreath. Who wrote your name among the southern stars in a smoky hand? Ah, let me tell you what you were like then, for you were still ignorant of the world... I will do for you what spring does for the cherry tree."
The translation of this poem is quite long, but the central idea is still about being a hooligan. Even someone like Gu Juncheng who doesn't like studying can hear it.
These days, there are more upright and boring gentlemen, but what is lacking is knowledgeable and cultured hooligans.
If someone has this ability, would he still have to worry about being lonely for the rest of his life?
But right now, this isn’t a question of loneliness, but rather the radio reading of poetry, isn’t it a bit too sentimental?
Grandpa cried.
What a rubbish plot.
It's easy to guess which student the Chinese teacher had evil intentions towards, which led to a series of stories.
Didn't they say the Chinese teacher was fired? Why is he still teaching Chinese? Was he replaced by another Chinese teacher?
Gu Juncheng, the emperor of imagination, suddenly felt his scalp tingling again.
He said to Su Nanzhi who was not far away: "Why do I feel something is wrong?"
(End of this chapter)
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