"Who called them here?" The head teacher frowned. She had just heard Wang Ting's call today and had not yet notified the class monitor to call them over. How could Ju Jingbai and the others come here on their own?
"Since they're here, and all the teachers in our school are here, why not take advantage of their situation?" A young male teacher with glasses walked out and sat down at a table. "Let's do as Teacher Song says. It's early in the morning, and no one else will notice us. If a few more capable teachers show up, we can fill up the office."
"Okay." Then another young female teacher with short hair came out.
Seeing that everything was ready in the office, Head Teacher Li nodded and asked someone to come in.
"Ju Jingbai, Song Qimeng? How did you know I wanted to talk to you? I shouldn't have sent anyone to notify you yet," said the head teacher.
"Hey, teacher." Ju Jingbai took two chairs from the homeroom teacher and said, "I've already been to your office once, so I saved the trouble of not having the monitor come over to notify you. I didn't even look at the posted grades after I got up before rushing over to find you."
The head teacher's face changed. He stood up and said in horror, "You still remember what happened before? Impossible!"
"Yeah, could it be that you remember it too, Teacher?" Ju Jingbai blinked his eyes and asked in surprise, "I thought we were the only ones who knew. Then the teacher must also remember Bai Ling's suicide. But why didn't you go looking for Bai Ling? Or is Bai Ling's death related to you?"
"Nonsense! How could we possibly be involved in Bai Ling's death?" the head teacher asked, her mind in a state of panic. "Besides you two, who else remembers what happened?"
Ju Jingbai glared at the head teacher.
The head teacher immediately relaxed his tone and asked gently, "Can you tell me?"
"Before I tell you, teacher, you must know something about this, right?" Ju Jingbai demanded. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so calm. Regarding erasing the students' memories and artificially rewinding the entire school to before the exam, can you tell us everything you know?"
"Yes, teacher, I didn't dare sleep all night because of this." Song Qimeng agreed, "Teacher, just tell us, we promise not to tell anyone."
The homeroom teacher looked at Song Qimeng and frowned, "You didn't sleep because you watched Wang Ting and the others clean the toilet all night, didn't you? The dormitory supervisor doesn't care about you. It's almost time for exams, and he doesn't do any HR work every day. He's just been persecuting good students."
"It's still uncertain whether he can take the exam. It might have been several years since the college entrance examination." Ju Jingbai smiled. "Teacher, please stop playing tricks on us. Was Bai Ling's death a suicide or a homicide? After all, what you said on the radio was very ruthless. Last night, I asked someone to keep an eye on him. Bai Ling was fine last night. He even said yesterday that if he really couldn't get into college, he wouldn't go. How could such an optimistic and cheerful person commit suicide?"
"We have a reasonable suspicion, Teacher. Could Bai Ling be the trigger for this 'time travel'?"
When the head teacher heard what Ju Jingbai said, his face changed. Regardless of his inner fear, he winked at the teachers around him.
They will surround us silently.
"Xiaobai, it seems that the teacher can't convince you, so we have to fight. The teacher with glasses on your left will be the first to attack you, and the female teacher with short hair will be the second to attack you." Song Qimeng quickly stepped back, dodging Teacher Song's attack one step ahead. A pure black compass appeared in his hand, and the needle trembled.
Prediction, this is Song Qimeng's ability. Although her attacking means are not good, she is doing well in the metaphysics world with this skill.
"Xiaobai, the room is filled with the smell of resentment, regret, and fear."
"Not a ghost? A vengeful spirit?" The thunder talisman in Ju Jingbai's hand condensed into a formation. Dark purple thunder the size of a bowl moved around the teachers. The electric current moved along the wall in a circle, causing rounds of screams. After the screams, a series of teachers were knocked to the ground.
Ju Jingbai was stunned. She took out the long rope covered with talismans that she had prepared in advance and strung the person up together with Song Qimeng.
"Who are you?" The head teacher couldn't stand it anymore. She was immersed in an inexplicable fear and retreated in horror, saying, "What do you want to do?"
"What do you care?" Ju Jingbai said in a bad tone. She looked at the vengeful spirits in the room. The vengeful spirits were a kind of spirit body woven from various negative auras such as human resentment, discouragement, regret, fear, etc. They were very similar to ghosts but had to absorb more emotions to survive. The newly formed vengeful spirits had the worst attack power. The longer they lived, the more negative auras they absorbed and the more abilities they had.
In other words, all the teachers in this room were nurtured by the negative energy of their students. How much negative energy does that require?
"Tell me about the operating rules of your school." Ju Jingbai asked.
Seeing that no vengeful spirits spoke, she winked at Song Qimeng. Song Qimeng grabbed a vengeful spirit on the end of the rope and knocked off one of its arms with an elbow. Song Qimeng said with a wicked smile: "Teachers, if you don't say anything, do you want me to help you? I'm very happy to help you."
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you," said Teacher Song. "When I left, the school was already like this. We were all nurtured by the students. It's our responsibility as teachers to guide students' negative emotions. This theory of student performance being paramount was also developed by us teachers. We encourage students with good grades to bully those with poor grades, and those with poor academic performance to fight back, surpass them, and then come back to seek revenge."
Good students fear their grades will drop, while poor students fear even worse. Usually, after exams, when interest in studying is at its peak, we forbid everyone from studying. We schedule extra study time in the mornings and evenings, the most unbearable times. Then there are those who fear the dark and the fear of having no friends.
We don't need to sleep. We have studied the characteristics of all students and know what they are most afraid of. We guide them all the time and make use of the emotions they guide. "
Ju Jingbai and Song Qimeng looked at each other and were stunned by these teachers. What kind of devilish school is this?
"Of course, there are always a few troublemakers who want to disrupt our rule. The adults in our school have set up Bai Ling, a kind of switch. When Bai Ling commits suicide, he will commit suicide regardless of whether he is happy or not. After the suicide, the whole school will reset its rules, and the troublemakers will be quietly dealt with by us or the adults behind the scenes." When the head teacher heard Teacher Song speak, he also hurriedly said, "We don't know the rest. It's not our business. We teachers are only responsible for the teaching buildings and dormitories."
This is an ordinary high school campus. Apart from the teaching buildings and dormitories, the only thing that needs to be managed seems to be the cafeteria.
"I see." Ju Jingbai said, "Have you met the master behind this?"
"No, no, we need to offer a lot of negative energy to the adults. We do this for survival." The male teacher with glasses pleaded, "We know we are wrong, and we will definitely change in the future. Let us go."
"Of course, you still need to tell the adults behind you." Ju Jingbai narrowed his eyes and said, "But I will put talismans on you. I will let our people preside over the mobilization meeting for the first class today. You just need to manage your own class quietly. If you let me know what tricks you are playing behind your back, the talisman will go 'bang'." Ju Jingbai gestured with his hands to show the scene of an explosion.
Under the double blow of coercion and verbal threats, the expressions of the group of vengeful spirits became much more obedient.
Ju Jingbai carefully pasted the blasting talismans for the teachers. When he and Song Qimeng went out, the morning reading had already started for nearly half an hour.
Xu Ge and Wang Yu were already waiting at the classroom door. Seeing Xiaobai approaching, he said, "Xiaobai, come with me to find Bai Ling first."
"Okay." Ju Jingbai nodded. "Then Qimeng, tell them about the homeroom teacher, and then go and set up the playground for the mobilization meeting. Make it loud and show more positive energy. I don't believe the person behind this won't be lured out."
Xu Ge took Ju Jingbai straight upstairs, turning left and right, and came to a green-painted iron gate.
"Bai Ling is here." Xu Ge said, "I just let Yan Rong's little pet come up for a walk, but Yan Rong said that Bai Ling's condition is not right. We can't turn on the white-collar switch in advance, it's best to press this switch to death." Xu Ge whispered his plan.
Ju Jingbai nodded in understanding: "Okay, your initial guess that there was a big ghost behind this was correct. I've confirmed it with the class teacher. The school rules can't be explained clearly at the moment, so I'll explain them to you later. Stop the person first. Bai Ling can't be allowed to die at any cost."
Xu Ge smiled and opened the door. He looked at Bai Ling, who was sitting on the rooftop, in surprise and said in astonishment, "Bai Ling, you're here? Xiao Long and the others were looking for you just now."
"Xu Ge? Ju Jingbai? Why are you here?" Bai Ling stood up and smiled before she spoke, revealing the dimples on her cheeks.
"Xiaolong and the others are just making a fuss. It's just that my grades have dropped again. I'm really fine. I don't care about that anymore. I just felt suffocated in school, so I came up to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon."
"Bai Ling, what do you think is wrong with this school?" Xu Ge and Ju Jingbai walked to Bai Ling's side, one on each side. Xu Ge leaned his elbows on the concrete guardrail of the rooftop.
"You also think this school is bad? I thought you were treated like an emperor." Bai Ling asked in amazement. "Every time you line up, someone always makes room for you, and you receive tons of gifts. You're loved and admired by so many people."
"Of course, I'm afraid of things too." Xu Ge was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No one is immune to fear."
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