Unlike other rich young men, Tom doesn't like sports cars or beautiful women.
He is passionate about the supernatural.
After Scholomance Academy quietly appeared.
He felt it was an opportunity for exploration given to him by God, until he changed his mind after entering the school.
Class 101 seemed to be excluded by other classes and even the entire school. No matter how close they got, they could not integrate and could only linger on the outside.
They didn't know the reason, and despite repeated inquiries and appeals, they only received the same explanations.
One night, Tom, who was suffering from insomnia, stumbled upon a red mist. In that red mist, he saw Lucia from the next class being swallowed up by countless roses and dragged into the depths of the red mist by rose vines in an extremely cruel way.
Rose thorns kissed Lucia.
Blood was splattered all over the ground.
Tom, who was in shock, did not know how he had fainted. When he woke up, he was back in his single dormitory.
He trembled as he tried to tell the teacher what had happened, but instead found Lucia perfectly fine in the principal's office.
Tom stood there, stunned.
It's impossible for someone who has lost so much blood to still be alive.
So he had a dream?
No.
He knew perfectly well that it wasn't a dream.
so.
Something was deceiving his eyes.
What is it?
He didn't know.
He only knew that it was something he couldn't fight against.
Since then, Tom wisely chose to remain silent. He secretly formed a small team to investigate the school and Lucia under the guise of exploring paranormal events.
I never imagined that Lucia would die such a tragic death.
I never expected to meet Yan Jiu.
Tom stammered, "Y-you!"
He saw Yan Jiu's ID during "Charlie's Adventures" live stream. These days, he was busy investigating Lucia and didn't have time to discover that Yan Jiu had come to the United States and to the Scholomance Academy.
Yan Jiu looked at Tom's face and realized that he was a very lucky young man.
Despite having no worries about food and clothing at an age, he enjoys challenges and often survives near-death experiences on his challenging journeys.
The blonde girl said in a tongue-twisting Z-country dialect, "You've come to the wrong classroom! Eavesdropping is rude!"
Yan Jiu shrugged: "You guys were so loud, it just ran into my ears by itself."
Blonde girl: "..."
Tom never imagined he would be so close to his idol. He couldn't hide his excitement and exclaimed, "You're a student too!?"
Yan Jiu shook her index finger: "No."
She put on a long robe, and the doll skillfully held Yan Jiu's hair to prevent her from being thrown off by inertia.
After adjusting the red tassel at the bottom of her shawl, Yan Jiu, holding a pointer, walked towards the podium amidst the attention of the crowd.
Yan Jiu snapped her fingers and smiled, "I am your teacher Nine, and I will be in charge of your class from now on. Okay, it's your turn to introduce yourselves."
The blonde girl and the others burst into laughter.
They clearly didn't take Yan Jiu seriously.
They don't like being disciplined, especially after being ignored by the teachers at the Scholomance Academy for so long, neither taught nor asked questions. If a teacher suddenly appears, they won't listen.
Tom tugged at the blonde's clothes.
I want to remind people not to be too brave.
Unfortunately, the blonde was worried about having nowhere to vent her frustration about West Asia's death and the deadlock in the investigation.
Yan Jiu bumped into him.
She had no intention of handling the matter lightly and completely ignored Tom's inexplicable reminder.
The blonde girl said in fluent foreign language: "Funny, you ask us to introduce you, so we're supposed to?"
Yan Jiu smiled slightly.
The clenched fist slammed down on the lectern, instantly denting a hole in the metal surface.
Yan Jiu, who caused this phenomenon, slowly walked down from the podium: "What an exciting answer."
Students: You better not use your fists to get heated!
The blonde was stunned.
She glanced at Yan Jiu's smooth fist, then at the flimsy metal podium, and suddenly understood what Tom's inexplicable reminder meant.
Yan Jiu smiled unusually gently: "You don't want to bump your cheek into my fist, do you?"
Blonde girl: "..." I must be crazy to think that! Wait, what do you mean I'm trying to scam you!?
That moment.
Students who had had a smooth semester since enrolling were unusually intimidated.
Their backs were pressed tightly against the back of the chair.
It's not that they're cowardly.
no way.
Who made this country so devoted to freedom?
Who made this school allow friendly competition?
Taking action is a common occurrence for them.
Yan Jiu said as she walked towards the door, "Let's make our first class together an unforgettable experience."
"Everyone, to the running track!"
"I'm only giving you three minutes."
"Don't give me a chance to touch you~"
Before he could finish speaking...
Tom put aside his doubts about Lucia's death and his idea of correcting Yan Jiu for using the wrong word. He rushed out the door and headed straight for the playground, 1,500 meters away.
then.
A peaceful day.
Other classes on campus saw the pampered student from classroom 101 running towards the playground with a ferocious expression.
They looked as if they were being chased by a raging flood or a ferocious beast, and if they fell behind, their lives would be in danger.
In places unseen by others.
Yan Jiu teleported to the entrance of the playground.
The students, exhausted from running, didn't want to run anymore, but they couldn't resist Tom, the traitorous leader.
Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they spotted Yan Jiu leisurely munching on an ice cream.
All I heard was...
A devilish voice drifted over.
"10, 9, 8..."
The countdown reminder was like a hammer in the hands of a craftsman, striking their hearts again and again.
What can we do?
Sprint!
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