After that, the two of them didn't speak for a long time. After about ten minutes, Fendi said seriously: "Teacher Ming, you are the most naive person I have ever met. You can't do it. It's difficult to save people. Besides, this school has been completely isolated from the outside world. No one can help you."
Mingqiao hummed vaguely and waited quietly for time to pass.
"You can't save everyone," Fundy added.
"But there will always be people I will save." Ming Qiao leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms in a defensive posture. He spoke with a hint of seriousness, as if he was educating an ignorant child: "I didn't think I could save everyone from the beginning, but if you continue to provoke me now, I will take some measures against you."
Fendi fell silent for a moment. The identity of a teacher still seemed a bit majestic and oppressive to the students.
When Mingqiao was interning as a teacher in his senior year, he had seen students who were even more unreasonable than Fendi. At the time, he always thought that they were just children and that he could just put up with it. But some students were just rebellious and would go against you. If they were not taught a lesson, these people would never calm down.
Fendi was quiet for only a few minutes before she became eager to try again. She didn't say anything and kept her mouth tightly closed, but her hands touched here and there, and she pulled Mingqiao's clothes and pants. Finally, when her hands were about to touch her schoolbag, Mingqiao grabbed the sleeve of her school uniform and pulled her in front of him.
In the darkness, Fendi looked at Mingqiao angrily: "Don't touch me!"
"I've warned you once." Mingqiao's voice sounded like ice, no longer as gentle as when he first gave Fendi the bread.
Fundy shuddered.
"Don't think I can't punish you now that corporal punishment is not allowed." Mingqiao pulled out a skipping rope from his backpack, tied Fendi's hands together, and then tied them to a chair: "Be honest, I'll let you go when the game is about to start."
Fendi finally lost his temper and started yelling, "What are you doing!"
But Mingqiao did not continue to argue with her. Instead, he leaned back in his original chair and took out the old mobile phone from his schoolbag.
The tiny fluorescent light on the screen illuminated a small area of darkness, and Mingqiao held the phone in front of Fendi.
He watched Fendi carefully.
Like other female students, Fendi had shoulder-length hair, with a small inward curve in the middle of her hair, probably because she usually tied her hair up! Her face was pale, but with a little red, and her eyes were normal except for the severe dark circles.
They were different from the monsters he had seen before.
Fendi opened her mouth and wanted to spit in Mingqiao's face, but he dodged her.
Mingqiao took the phone back and checked the time: "It's still eleven minutes until six in the afternoon. Let's chat."
"What are you talking about?"
"How did you eliminate everyone?" Mingqiao continued to look at her in the dim light: "Thin arms and thin legs, apart from those intellectual games, you have no other advantages."
Fendi turned his face away: "They let me."
"Do you believe what you said?"
"Believe it or not."
Mingqiao didn't expect Fendi to give any satisfactory answer, but the more he thought about it, the more strange it seemed.
In a life-and-death situation, would anyone really lose the game on purpose and let the other person live?
It would be fine if it was just one or two people doing this, but would so many members of the student union be willing to sacrifice themselves and let Fendi stay alone?
There is something special about her that deserves everyone to do this for her.
Fendi turned his head away, looking like he didn't want to talk to anyone. Mingqiao didn't want to waste any more words either. He would get the answer as soon as the architectural competition started.
A few minutes later, when there were exactly five minutes left before the building competition, a dazzling red light came out from one of the tables on the innermost side of the wall, almost covering the entire library.
This light was similar to the red light that Mingqiao and the others had seen in the notice at the entrance of the restaurant at the beginning. It was very dazzling, and it seemed to swallow up all other colors wherever the light reached.
Mingqiao glanced to the side.
Fendi was still tied to the skipping rope, but her face showed a mixture of fear and excitement. She was looking forward to this terrifying and life-threatening competition.
"Untie it for me." Fendi turned around and said to Mingqiao impatiently.
Mingqiao looked at her face illuminated by the red light, and something was subtly changing.
There was a strange smile on that face, which was considered pretty for her age, a mixture of urgency and ferocity, so perverse that it made people's scalp tingle.
"Are you looking forward to this game?" Mingqiao asked her slowly, "Is it the game that excites you, or death?"
Fendi's expression froze for a second, and then she began to laugh again, that ghostly, ethereal, sharp laugh: "Of course it's death!"
"You are not Fendi." Ming Qiao said, "At least, you are not Fendi now. Who are you?"
"I am Fendi! I am Fendi!" She said, looking up and laughing, "But you are not the teacher, I can see that! Who are you?"
Mingqiao frowned slightly.
Before he could continue asking, Fendi's originally black and white eyes began to turn a seductive red. The red swallowed everything, and her facial features gradually merged with the surrounding red, followed by her head and then her body.
Mingqiao watched "Fendi" gradually disappear in the red light, and finally disappeared without a trace.
He took a step back in fright, his lower back hitting the edge of the table behind him.
"Welcome everyone to the second floor of the library! I am Fendi, the vice president of the Student Union!
I now declare that the building competition is officially open!
Time limit is 30 minutes, hurry up! "
It was Fendi's voice again, but this time her voice was everywhere, covering the entire second floor of the library.
Mingqiao's heart was beating so fast that it reached a critical point. His palms were sweating and they kept slipping even when he was holding onto the table.
From the time Fendi disappeared to the time the architectural competition began, less than two minutes had passed, but it was clearly not even six o'clock yet.
Did he do something again to advance the game?
Mingqiao calmed down and quickly began to dismantle the nearest tables and chairs.
The ready-made building blocks can save him a lot of time. He only needs to remove the blocks with smooth edges and no joints, and then connect the corner joints to quickly complete the connection between the two huge building blocks.
Mingqiao was building the bridge while thinking about what he had just done.
Fendi "mutated" after the red light appeared. The time of the red light was correct, five minutes before six o'clock, and the red light came on on time. The current conclusion tends to be that after the red light appeared, he did something that caused the game to be advanced.
He asked Fendi some questions.
There are three possibilities. First, the question he asked touched upon some taboos regarding Fendi. Second, it is not allowed to ask questions. Third, it was wrong for him to speak in the first place.
Mingqiao thought for a moment and asked, "What are the library rules?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fendi's sharp voice came from an unknown source: "There are still fifteen minutes left before the end of the game! Hurry up!"
The game had only started for less than five minutes, and he had only asked questions and had not mentioned Fendi, but the time was still shortened, and all the first and second guesses were ruled out, leaving only three.
"I'm hungry and want to eat." Mingqiao said again.
Fendi's voice sounded again: "There are still ten minutes left before the end of the game! Hurry up!"
It is indeed three, which means that the act of speaking itself is wrong.
Mingqiao shut up.
With the experience of building ladders and ready-made building blocks to use, Mingqiao was built very quickly. In just a few minutes, he had built a huge triangular prism with a right angle at the bottom, and he also added a layer of reinforcement.
Mingqiao first pushed the "house" to the foot of the wall and laid it flat, then put his backpack in. After doing all this, Mingqiao got into the triangular prism and waited quietly.
One minute.
Two minutes.
At two minutes and forty-five seconds, the ground began to shake slightly.
After a few seconds, a dazzling red light began to flash. Then, a loud collapse sound was heard not far away. Dust flew up and the air became foggy. Then the whole library fell into silence again.
After waiting for a few more minutes, Mingqiao came out of his "house".
The hole left after the collapse of the original staircase grew larger, occupying almost a quarter of the entire second floor, and the ladder he built had long been buried on the first floor by construction materials.
Mingqiao felt disappointed.
The red light stabilized again, meaning that this "earthquake" was over.
However, there was no news of the "end of the game" notification that Mingqiao was expecting.
He looked at the second floor. If there were three more earthquakes, it would completely collapse to the first floor, and the first floor would be completely buried by the fallen building materials.
No matter which level you are at, the result is certain death.
Although he had water, food, and a seemingly stable shelter, once buried in the rubble, the gradual loss of oxygen, the inevitable injuries, and the continued temperature imbalance could easily take his life.
Mingqiao knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. If he wanted to survive, he had to find another way.
He first set his eyes on the second-floor window.
Mingqiao picked up a solid stone from the ground and smashed it on the glass with all his strength.
But the thin glass did not move at all, not even a scratch was left.
He changed another piece of glass to smash, but the result was the same.
This situation was very similar to when he first arrived in the office, when he also tried to break the glass but was unable to do so.
But the student who was locked together with him broke the door open.
What did the girl do at that time?
Mingqiao closed his eyes and recalled. A layer of sweat appeared on his back and the wet T-shirt stuck to his skin, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
Before the girl smashed the glass, what Mingqiao did was almost the same as what she did. The only difference was their identities.
But now that he has changed from a teacher to an employee, does this distinction still apply?
Mingqiao compared the contents of the student handbook, teacher handbook, and staff handbook in his mind.
The second rule in the student handbook states: "Students should and must consciously take care of school public property," but this rule is not found in either the teacher handbook or the staff handbook.
So that's how it is.
Mingqiao suddenly realized that if "it" assumed that only students would destroy school property, it would be necessary to formulate a special rule targeting students and ignore the two groups of teachers and staff.
Therefore, no matter before or now, Mingqiao couldn't break the glass.
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