Chapter 173: Mistake in playing the role, sensible student!



They didn't say anything, but tilted their heads slightly, as if they didn't understand why Teacher Liang suddenly turned around in the middle of writing.

The girl with ponytails by the window asked, "Teacher Liang, what's wrong with you? Are you still sick? Why don't you take a rest for a few days? If you collapse from exhaustion, we will be very sad!"

"I am the class monitor and will manage the class discipline."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Teacher, I'm fine, don't worry." Qin Nuo smiled at the female classmate with ponytails.

The other party did not respond, but pouted, and the corpse spots on his face gradually appeared, adding a bit of horror.

"Ding, the player failed to play the role, 2% of the role-playing degree will be deducted!"

"Failed again, why?"

"Where did I say something wrong?"

Qin Nuo had an even greater headache. If the deductions continued like this, he would be done with this role today.

Puzzled, Qin Nuo picked up the thermos cup and thought about drinking some tea to calm himself down.

Just as he unscrewed the lid, the Blood Eye Ghost suddenly said, "Something was put in the tea. It was put there by the third kid in the third row with the teeth."

After saying that, he added, "Those little devils have completely different faces after you turn around."

The blood-eyed ghost's words made Qin Nuo's face darken slightly.

What this meant was that his guess was wrong. These little devils had no good feelings towards Liang Zisu, and they were no exception to the pranks they played on him.

"What's that?"

"Who knows, but it will definitely make you feel great after drinking it." said the blood-eyed ghost.

Qin Nuo stared at the thermos cup and put it to his lips. The students under the podium had strange eyes flashing as they stared at the scene. The corners of their dry and white mouths began to curl up little by little.

The thermos cup was at the mouth when it suddenly tilted, and all the tea inside poured out and splashed on the floor. Soon, large amounts of foam evaporated and the cement on the surface was corroded bit by bit.

The toxicity is so strong that it can be seen with the naked eye.

I don’t know whether I felt refreshed after drinking it, but I was sure that I passed away peacefully.

"Tsk, my hand slipped, but this tea doesn't look right." Qin Nuo said as he glanced under the podium.

The students were confused and asked, "Teacher, is your tea expired?"

"Maybe."

Qin Nuo spoke calmly, his eyes falling on the gift boxes, revealing a hint of a smile: "Let's take a break first. The teacher suddenly wants to see what caring gifts my dear classmates have given to the teacher."

As he spoke, Qin Nuo picked up one of the blue gift boxes, which had an elaborate butterfly tie on it and the blessings on it were also full of sincerity.

"Good health and a prosperous career, good fortune and lasting love."

Qin Nuo was unmoved, tore off the label and opened the gift box.

The moment it was opened, a shiny black centipede suddenly jumped out of the dark box and wrapped around Qin Nuo's hand.

The next second, the centipede bit through the right wrist, and its pincer-like mouth tore a hole, quickly drilled into the flesh, squirmed under the skin, and crawled quickly towards.

Qin Nuo's eyelids twitched, and then he showed an expression of unbearable pain.

He leaned against the wall, his hands clasped to his throat, his mouth wide open, his face flushed red, his eyes wide open, staring at the podium.

There was a burst of cheerful cheers from the audience below the podium, and everyone was waving their fists, as if they had been waiting for this scene for a long time.

The girl with the ponytails' originally well-behaved and sensible look also faded, her mouth opened, revealing her white teeth.

She waved her little hand towards the dying Qin Nuo and said, "Teacher, you are such a noob! You even fell into such a simple trap."

Qin Nuo's chest heaved, as if he hadn't taken his last breath. He fell to the ground and didn't move anymore.

Below the podium, the students cheered even louder.

A yellow-haired man in the front seat loudly claimed credit: "That gift box is mine. I was the one who killed the teacher. Don't try to steal the credit from me!"

"Teacher Liang is finally dead. Who will be next? I'm so excited."

"Speaking of which, how come the teacher fell for it so easily this time? Isn't he usually very smart? Is his brain fried?"

Despite their doubts, all the students were excited.

It seems that in this class, the most supreme and honorable thing is to kill the teacher.

Laughter filled the entire classroom, and the cheerful atmosphere drove away the eerie atmosphere.

If you exclude the person who fell on the podium, it really does look like that.

But soon, the laughter gradually subsided. It was not because they were tired of laughing, but because they could not laugh anymore.

Many students looked at the podium with astonishment in their eyes and open mouths, looking very funny.

Qin Nuo stood up again on the podium. The ferocious expression on his face that was about to die disappeared. He exhaled and murmured, "I feel a little dizzy."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and the black centipede crawled out from the flesh of his wrist again, falling on the table with a trail of blood.

After struggling for a few times, it stopped moving.

Qin Nuo picked up the centipede and said with a half-joking smile: "Although it is a little joke in normal times, the teacher can understand and allow it."

"But you guys say blessings verbally, but you still play pranks on me. You say one thing on the surface, but you do another behind the scenes. This makes the teacher a little unhappy."

With a snap!

Qin Nuo clenched his palm in vain, and the whole centipede was pinched in his palm. Green liquid splashed out, and when he let go of his hand, it turned into a pool of residue.

The students in the audience were stunned.

Qin Nuo supported himself on the podium with both hands, looked at the many young and strange faces with a smile, and asked, "Whose gift box is this?"

No one spoke.

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