The expressions of the other players also became serious.
The corners of Qin Nuo's mouth were also twitching.
It’s better to smoke gently.
The fucking arm was pulled off!
Sure enough, he was too naive. There were no normal copies in the horror game.
Thrillers happen all the time and never go according to your ideas!
Qin Nuo's situation is not that bad.
Those players who play the role of poor students will have a headache.
If you answer correctly, your role-playing level will decrease.
If you answer wrong, you will lose an arm or a leg.
It is a painful choice for them to choose either side.
At this moment, they just hoped that they would not be picked and could finish the class safely.
Teacher Yan kept answering the questions by name and showed no sign of stopping.
He wrote four more questions on the blackboard and called on students to come up and answer them in turn.
The first question in the new round was about a boy in the front seat, who didn’t look like a player.
He walked up to the podium nervously, his hands tangled together and his expression extremely conflicted.
Teacher Yan continued to encourage gently, "Don't worry, just go ahead and write. What if you get candy?"
Encouraged, the boy nodded, picked up the chalk and started answering on the blackboard.
Soon, the boy finished writing.
Under the podium, Qin Nuo frowned slightly.
Wrong.
And it's a bit wrong.
Many students below the podium started to make a fuss.
The boy seemed to realize that he had answered incorrectly, and pouted. Perhaps because he didn't have any candy, or perhaps because he was afraid of being beaten with a ruler, his little face was full of grievance.
"Teacher, can you be gentler?"
Teacher Yan still smiled, but there seemed to be a hint of ferocity in his smile.
"Okay, but next time you have to remember what the teacher taught you."
The boy nodded, lowered his hands, closed his eyes, and waited for punishment.
Teacher Yan raised the ruler, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly when he pulled it out.
Swish!
With the sound of flesh tearing apart and blood splattering, the boy's head flew out and hit the window, instantly staining the glass red...
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