\u000eVoices of response were heard from the crowd one after another.

The woman continued, "Why are you standing at the school gate? I'm your class teacher. Please hand me the admission letter."

"The get out of class is about to end, please don't waste any more time."

Hearing this, several white men quickly handed over the admission letters in their hands, and then looked at others with satisfaction.

There were three layers of people inside and outside, with China sandwiched in the middle.

A few Chinese people also wanted to step forward, but were blocked by the people in front of them intentionally or unintentionally. Ah Jin reminded them from behind: "One person is collecting admission notices from 300 people, and there are 300 people in the class?"

Without teammates, he can only use his own brain.

Jiang Ji told him not to fall into the NPC's text trap.

The word the woman just used was "class teacher", not teacher.

There are no "class teachers" in school education in Western countries. There are only advisory positions in grades or schools. They are generally responsible for students' psychological counseling, course selection and further study direction. They are not like the all-round counseling of class teachers in Asian education who have to take all aspects into consideration.

They are not quite sure what the word means because of cultural differences.

Only those countries with exam-oriented education know that a woman can be the class teacher of dozens of students, but should not be the class teacher of three hundred students.

The tall and thin woman collected more than ten admission notices and looked at the people behind her: "Where are yours?"

The others were not stupid. When they saw that the people from the island country did not move, and the several highly-regarded psychics did not move either, they all fell silent.

The woman's eyes were a little gloomy, but she did not force others to hand it over. She said coldly: "Wait here."

He turned around and quickly disappeared into the depths of the school.

Those who had submitted their admission letters saw the woman disappear and turned back to find that most people had not submitted their letters. The smug expressions on their faces disappeared in an instant and they felt uneasy in their hearts.

I can only comfort myself again and again that this is the right thing to do. Those who did not submit their notices will definitely pay a heavy price.

Ding-a-ling.

The old-fashioned ringing sound broke the silence.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the entire school began to resume operations, and several teachers came out from the teaching building opposite.

There were both men and women in the crowd, wearing the same color professional attire as the tall and thin woman. They were all short, and the teacher in a skirt had an O-shaped legs when she walked. She had a teacher badge of Aoki High School on her chest.

The Japanese nodded, this was what they wanted.

Compared to the female teacher who had nothing in her hands just now, this group of people had a lot of things in their hands, including a thick roster and a black paper box from which crisp collision sounds came.

The teacher's name tag of the head female teacher reads, Miyamoto Rie.

Teacher Miyamoto frowned: "You are the freshmen of this year?"

No one dared to respond to the familiar words.

She continued nonchalantly, "The area around the school is unsafe these days, and there are always some strangers sneaking in... So, please show us your admission letters now."

The dozen or so people who had just handed in their admission letters panicked: "Teacher, we just gave our letters to another teacher."

Miyamoto Rie pulled a sinister smile from her lips: "What did you say? Another teacher? We are responsible for arranging all the new students for this enrollment. If you said that the student was taken away by another teacher, please describe his/her appearance."

These people opened their mouths, but were speechless.

"That teacher just now...she has no face."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could such a thing happen? You are teasing the teacher!" Miyamoto Rie was furious, and her anger seemed so superficial and fake. "Aoki High School only recruits students with excellent performance. Liars don't deserve to enter here. Since you can't produce the admission letter, please leave immediately."

She gestured to leave.

Go out? These people's faces changed drastically. They still remembered what happened to that woman who accidentally stepped out of the school just now!

They turned around and saw the bloody scene in the guard booth and the half-dead body at the door. They became furious and their eyes bled.

They don't want to die!

These people's eyes couldn't help but fall on a few thin and small women. If they really wanted the admission notice, they could only rely on snatching it.

A strange story is coming, and the strong will prey on the weak.

These tall and strong men had fierce and cruel eyes. Others could see what they were thinking at a glance, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

All they thought in their minds was that as long as they weren't robbed, it would be fine...these people's bulging trouser pockets might contain weapons.

The girl with blue and red hair holding a straw-head doll noticed a bloodthirsty gaze locked on her, and took a step back, trying to hide in the crowd.

The man rushed over with a grin on his face, the knife in his hand shining brightly. Three strange men in white coats suddenly appeared and stood in front of the girl.

“…”

The man cursed, turned around and rushed somewhere else.

They still retained a little bit of rationality and did not get close to those people with super powers. They only looked for small countries that did not have super powers.

The chaos caused crowding and trampling, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, especially for those who happened to be on the periphery, who were pushed across the line by the crowd.

For a while, screams were heard one after another, and the teachers opposite were watching leisurely, with excited and intoxicated smiles.

Ajin did not intervene in this chaotic situation. Their compatriots and psychics did not care. He was not a policeman in the Pacific. He knew his own strength very well. It was good enough for him to protect the people on his side for the time being.

The three white coats mysteriously blocked most of the unfriendly prying eyes. He gritted his teeth and turned to the citizens behind him and said, "Keep your notification letter safe. It is your proof of being a student."

After such a wave of turmoil.

The 300 on the signboard became 267.

Before we even got the rules, we lost 33 people.

Those who lost their admission letters became a pool of blood outside the school gate.

The admission letters in the hands of those men were still stained with blood, and everyone handed the admission letters to the teachers in silence.

After checking the roster in his hand, Mr. Miyamoto turned around, took out a school badge from the black box and handed it to them.

The school sign had no name, meaning the bloodshed was likely to happen again.

Miyamoto Rie's gaze paused for a moment on the straw-head doll in Jiang Langyue's arms, and she said nothing.

After what happened just now, everyone has a good enough understanding of human nature and is always wary of people around them, especially those of different skin colors.

Most Chinese people have completely lost the idol halo towards these foreigners. Just now when those white bandits tried to attack the Chinese, Panson, who was standing in the crowd, shrugged his shoulders.

"We cannot deprive others of the freedom to choose to live."

Shit beacon of freedom.

After each of them took out their school badges, a man and a woman walked out of the teacher's team, divided them into two columns according to their gender, and led them to their respective dormitories.

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Jiang Ji naturally had a panoramic view of the situation at Aoki High School.

She had originally only used it as an experiment. The straw-head doll was a sown seed, but it was also her eyes, allowing her vision to successfully enter the ghost story and to keep an eye on the situation in the ghost realm at any time.

Jiang Langyue has not used the supernatural catalytic potion yet. It is difficult for her to protect herself when entering an A-level ghost story. The protagonist group cannot guarantee that they can protect all the people in their country in such a ghost story. If she really encounters an unsolvable danger and needs to use a vest, she can save a sum of teleportation fees.

Jiang Ji felt that he was truly a genius.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she put on her body the Poseidon's Scepter and Magic Mirror, which had just been partially cleaned and maintained in the bureau.

In a flash, she appeared on a bus.

There were also some people sitting around with faces as pale as corpses, all with the same-sized work badges hanging on their chests: Xincun TV City.

A girl with a high ponytail turned her head, her eye sockets were full of black, and no white of her eyes could be seen. She smiled at her and said, "Ms. Jiang, we are from the "Ghost Neighbors" program team. We are now on our way to New World Apartments. Your imaginary husband is already waiting in the apartment."