Soon she found Zhang Xiaohong's name inside, No. 402 on the fourth floor.
Closing the notebook, she put the things back through the crack in the door. Just as she withdrew her hand, the person in the rocking chair tilted his head and woke up.
Weiwei was so frightened that her whole body trembled and she immediately ran up the stairs. It was not until she reached the second floor that she stuck her head out of the corridor to look down.
The woman had already walked out of the duty room with a normal expression. She held a notebook and pen for checking dormitories in one hand and a remote control in the other. Vivier quickly retracted her head and walked towards Room 402.
The two fans in dormitory 402 were a bit old and made a lot of noise when they turned. It was noon and the light in the dormitory was good when the balcony door was open, so we didn't turn on any extra lights.
When Vivier came back, her other seven roommates were already sleeping on the iron beds. The only upper bunk on the left side of the balcony was empty. It seemed that was Zhang Xiaohong's bed.
"Why are you still here so late?" her roommate in the lower bunk asked as she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.
If this were real life, Weiweier might have directly explained the situation of the date, but in this game instance, she thought for a moment and lied: "I was already downstairs, but I realized I forgot something in the cafeteria. I was exhausted from running back and forth..."
"oh……"
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Vivier felt that there seemed to be a hint of regret in her roommate’s tone?
"Why hasn't the dorm manager come yet?"
Before she could think carefully, another roommate had changed the subject. After hearing her words, Vivier also looked out the window. She didn't know why these roommates were so looking forward to the arrival of the dormitory manager.
However, her doubts were soon answered. It turned out that the remote control in the dormitory manager's hand that she had seen when she went upstairs was the universal remote control for turning on the air conditioner in the dormitory. The dormitory manager turned on the air conditioner in each dormitory while checking the dormitories.
As the dormitory manager opened the door, the air conditioner in the dormitory made a beeping sound.
"Is everyone here?" she asked.
"Everyone is here." said the girl on the lower bunk to the right of the door.
"Well, don't talk during lunch break." The dormitory manager lowered his head to record the situation and gave another instruction. After hearing several people's crisp responses, he closed the door for them.
The dormitory really became quiet. Those who were taking lunch breaks took naps, and those who couldn't sleep were quietly fiddling with their own things, which made Vivier dare not even breathe too loudly.
She lay down on the bed and thought about the matter of the hands and feet growing backwards. Now they found that there were only two people with this abnormality, the Chinese teacher and the tall and thin man.
Maybe during the afternoon class, I could observe other teachers to see if they have the same problem? Hmm... maybe I could find an excuse to go to the office and take a look?
She felt a little sleepy in a daze. When the shrill ringing of the bell startled her awake, her roommates had also gotten up.
It's time to go to class.
Back in the classroom, the players exchanged glances, confirming their status. No casualties were reported, which was good news. After all, this dungeon had a "couples' tie" feature; if one player was eliminated, the other was bound to be eliminated as well.
Today's class schedule is written on the edge of the classroom blackboard. The two classes in the afternoon are mathematics and English, and the evening self-study classes are history and Chinese.
The math teacher is a middle-aged man with surprisingly thick hair. But when he walked in, the players' attention was not on his thick hair at all. After all, his ears growing where his eyes should be were really "too special"!
The eyes, which had been taken over by the cuckoo, could only move downwards in a wronged manner and grow parallel to the nose.
The more you look at the math teacher's appearance, the more uncomfortable you feel, but he just likes to ask questions and likes to walk to your desk and watch you answer the questions.
Fortunately, as natives of the interstellar era, the high school mathematics of that era created by Nari is extremely simple for several players. If they are drawn, they just need to concentrate on answering the solution and not look at the teacher's face.
When it came time for English class, Weiweier originally thought that she wouldn't be surprised no matter how strange the English teacher looked, but when she walked in...
The English teacher had long black hair, which she braided into a big pigtail at the back of her head and pinned with a pretty little butterfly hairpin, but her hairline was too far back, revealing a big forehead.
The face below is even more shocking.
There was nothing where the eyes should have been, and the nose was just two holes poked in the skin. The mouth looked like an old lady's, with the upper part protruding and covering the lower part a little. Only the teeth were white and neat.
Facing such a face, Weiweier subconsciously held her breath, watching her walk up to the podium step by step in sneakers, and then slowly raised her hands, palms facing outwards, and placed them on the position of her eyes.
All of a sudden, several players sat up straight, cold sweat instantly breaking out on their backs.
The last knuckles of the ten fingers of those hands were sharpened and dyed red, and in the palms of the hands were two eyeballs growing in the flesh!
His eyeballs rolled in his palms, and whoever his gaze fell on would tremble violently, not to mention when he was asked questions.
Weiwei gripped the edge of the table with her fingertips to steady herself, but there was no way, her legs were shaking too violently.
Just now, she was "lucky" enough to be picked to recite words. English was not difficult for her, but it would be different if the English teacher walked over to her and stretched out a hand with eyes in front of her.
Her mind went blank in an instant, and she could not notice anything except the eyeball rolling in the palm of her hand. As the eyeball rolled, it even made a sticky, glue-like sound.
Boom!
Just when she thought she was doomed, there was a sudden sound of something falling heavily in the classroom. All of a sudden, everyone in the classroom looked towards the source of the sound, including the English teacher.
She put the hand that was stretched in front of Vivier back to the position of her eyes on her face, and then looked at Wang Xiaoming who was bending down to pick up the thermos that had fallen to the ground.
After he put the water bottle away, he pursed his lips and said to the English teacher, "I'm sorry, teacher."
The English teacher walked towards him step by step with his hand raised. Weiwei hesitated for a moment and then sat back in his seat silently. After all, it seemed that the other party was not going to pay attention to her.
"You come here," the English teacher said to Wang Xiaoming, "and recite the passage."
Wang Xiaoming stood up, not looking at the hand with eyes in front of him, but focused his attention on the blackboard in front of him, and then slowly recited the passage he had just urgently memorized.
After he finished reciting, the English teacher hesitated for a moment, as if somewhat reluctantly, and had to return to the podium, completely forgetting about Vivielle.
"Thank you." Weiwei covered her mouth with the book and thanked Wang Xiaoming.
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