Ajin successfully returned to the classroom before the class started. He wanted to thank the senior whose feet were smoking, but the senior disappeared without even a breath, leaving only a voice floating in the air.

"Junior, class is about to start, I'm leaving first.

If you need anything, please contact me. I am from the third grade (A) group &*&@…”

I didn't catch the name after that.

Everyone else also returned to the classroom and waited for the bell to ring.

They all saw the fleeting pale figure and heard the strange and passionate words, and were extremely shocked in their hearts.

Zhong Wei's expression was particularly ugly, his heart was filled with anger and humiliation that the person he thought was going to die didn't die, but instead won the super lottery.

Pan Sen, who was standing by the window, finally turned his noble head and looked at A Jin seriously, with a little more scrutiny in his eyes.

Then he frowned and checked the time.

It was almost time for class and Gwyneth hadn't come back from the washroom yet.

Is it just a weird incident, worth delaying for so long?

The sweat on his body had been dried by the wind, and Ajin saw Yangcun Yizhihua sitting in the corner of the classroom with a sullen expression and her hands in the drawer.

The face was still gray and bloodless, and against the backdrop of the surroundings it looked like a deceased person's photo, but the people around him did not notice anything unusual.

The other person was left behind by him, but returned to the classroom earlier than him.

Ajin passed through countless gazes, scratched his head and returned to his seat.

He sat in the front row of Yangcun Yizhihua, exposing his back to the other party openly. He did not break any rules and was in the public eye, so he was not worried that the other party would attack him.

As soon as he sat down, Yangcun's cold and hard voice came from behind him: "How did you know the senior year?"

Yangcun’s brain was almost burnt but he still couldn’t figure it out.

As far as he knew, the credit pressure of senior high school students was high. They basically pestered the teachers with questions during breaks and would not leave the classroom. They also participated in group activities after class. Most of the time, they were racking their brains to earn credits.

The occasional encounters were always in the dormitory and the cafeteria.

The senior students would instruct and punish the junior students, the good students would laugh at and trample on the poor students... In short, it would never be like what happened just now.

Ajin doesn't know either.

He guessed that it was most likely Jiang Ji who did it.

Jin couldn't answer, so he changed the subject, tilted his head back slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Are you the weird one from Aoki High School?"

Yangcun agreed.

He said in a deep voice: "The school has trained us to be talented people. I just want you to stay here. Isn't it good for you to stay?"

Pollute humans, kill humans, eat humans.

These are the weird purposes.

These living people who were forcibly dragged into the ghost story with the goal of escaping from here gradually lost their cognition as human beings, and finally became a tree, a brick, or a bird in this school.

Ah Jin was also puzzled: "Aren't you a student?

Isn't the reason you study to see farther places?"

The other party did not answer him.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that the voice behind him spoke again.

"You can go tell the class teacher." Yangcun looked indifferent, half of his face hidden in the darkness, "but I suggest you tell her privately."

Jin blinked, "Oh. Thank you."

There was dead silence behind him. When he reacted, Yangcun Yihua was no longer sitting in her seat, and there was only a blank school nameplate on the table.

Ajin took the school badge and prepared to give it to Miyamoto Rie after class.

*

Jiang Ji returned to the office.

There was no one else in the office. On the tables were piles of test papers filled with answers and covered with marks of marking.

Jiang Ji took a quick glance and saw two kinds of comments, one in red and one in black, on the low-scoring test papers in front of him.

The red pen as thick as blood wrote earnest encouragement and praise:

[I have made progress compared to last time!]

[Please give the teacher a surprise next time~]

[The teacher was very moved by Sakamoto-san’s composition~]

Red pen

The force of writing was so strong that the paper was scratched by the pen tip, making people feel that they actually wanted to stick the pen tip into the neck of the person who holds the test paper.

[Same type of question, I've explained it so many times but still make mistakes!]

[Are you a pig? Your destiny should be the slaughterhouse!]

[Why don’t you stick with the original choice? You must change it to the wrong answer, stupid guy!]

[Do you still need to correct this score? You idiot who doesn't value blood and ink!]

Distinguish true and false information according to the color of the LED sign.

Red is false, black is true.

These teachers have deep resentment and are heavily polluted.

Jiang Ji locked the door from the inside, leaned against it, looked around the office, and began to search for clues.

She wrote down the class schedules of everyone in the office. The other teachers all had classes in the next period, so no one would disturb her for the time being.

Jiang Ji found her locker and the hair she had stuck in the gap was gone. Someone had rummaged through her locker while she was in class.

She didn't put any important things in the cabinet, just a few love letters written to her husband, all of which were copied lyrics.

Committed to creating the image of a love-brained person.

The naive and innocent character is on the verge of crumbling, and it all depends on Jiang Ji to patch it up.

Several love letters were still in place, but Jiang Ji's sharp eyes discovered two extremely tiny ink spots on the love letters.

A red dot and a black dot.

The two dots were right under her typo.

It was obvious that the man who had rummaged through her cabinet had an occupational disease and wanted to help her correct her mistake, so he endured it and did not write anything.

Thank you for your hard work.

Other lockers with name tags were not locked, and all the items in the office seemed to be arranged in a mess, but in fact, the order of arrangement was exactly the same every day, and they would be discovered if they were slightly messed up.

In the class just now, all the students raised their heads and stared at her without blinking. Jiang Ji did not see the student who reported Morikawa.

That student achieved excellent results in the entrance examination, and with the advantages brought by his American ancestry in this country, he was successfully admitted to Class A of the first year.

It is also the current Grade 3 Class A.

Mr. Jiang, who worked in the same office, took over the class after Yukie Morikawa. Jiang Ji focused on searching his locker.

After translating it, he restored it perfectly according to his memory, without any error.

Soon, Jiang Ji found the archival materials from that time in his locker and successfully found the familiar name, Shunichi Asakawa.

The photo above surprised her a little.

In the photo on the upper left, he is wearing black-framed glasses and is a bit fat, with acne scars and fat interspersed, and you can't tell that he has any Caucasian genes.

He is not good-looking and is forgotten as soon as you see him.

Not long after she picked up the information, she heard a knock on the front door. She stood up and stared at the blurry figure, "Who is it?"

The voice outside the door was lazy, with the tail end rising slightly.

"Mr. Morikawa, it's me."