No wonder those four students were able to leave the school successfully. It was closely related to the security guards’ negligence in their duties.

Standing outside, I couldn't hear any sound from the school. When I stepped into the school gate, the violent scolding of the teacher from the Life Department reached my ears.

The school environment deteriorated rapidly.

Jiang Ji saw that under the eerie eaves of the security room, the number of survivors on the signboard had changed to [127+2].

"Aoki High School" is of the same caliber as "Fairy Tale Book", but the strange killing rate here exceeds the former, which is not optimistic.

The counselor's name is Seiko Osakai.

After Chu Xiuning put on the work badge, the malice and resentment automatically emerged from the badge and tried to penetrate into his body.

Before these resentments touched Chu Xiuning's skin, they were swallowed up by the even more sinister and powerful curse power that overflowed from his body. Countless painful faces struggled silently, but were finally crushed into dust.

The sparse number of students from the Yinbang class were cleaning the school gate. They looked pale and had droopy eyes, and it was obvious that they had not eaten or slept well in the past few days.

Although some students followed suit and used Kubo's dirty tricks to threaten others, they got certificates and went to the cafeteria to work and study, and their food was slightly better with the paper money for the dead, but the mental torture was still not relieved.

Mental torture can also accelerate the rate of pollution.

It is already obvious that some students in the Yinbang class have become dazed, their reactions are stiff and slow, and they have been slightly polluted.

Mild contamination requires treatment at the Strange Prevention Hospital, but judging from Chu Xiuning's expression, the expert number is in place, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Cleaning the campus is also becoming increasingly difficult.

All the trees in the school have died and the ground is bare, only the green trees are growing well. It shouldn't be so troublesome.

But there were more and more leaves floating in from nowhere, and they finally managed to sweep them into a ball, but they were blown away again.

Some of these leaves are green, some are yellowish, and some are orange-red.

It is not a product of one season. As soon as I finished sweeping, new fallen leaves came with the wind and swayed to the ground.

The life teacher paced back and forth nearby, then stopped and stared at the fallen leaves on the ground in frustration: "Damn it! Where did all these leaves come from? There's no way we can sweep them all! I hate leaves! I hate trees!"

Some students from the Yinbang class nearby were also going crazy, cursing at the disobedient leaves. They were students who had been polluted or became weird.

Only a small number of people lowered their heads and cleaned cautiously.

The expression on the life teacher's face became more and more violent, and his tone became more and more malicious: "If you can't sweep it clean, just keep sweeping. You don't have to go to class today. Go after you clean it up!"

These freshmen are terrified, but they are not allowed to go to class, and there is no mention of giving them leave notes. It is obvious that they are trying to kill them!

I was mentally devastated but didn't dare to protest. Poor students have no human rights in this school. I could only lower my head and speed up the cleaning.

Jiang Ji saw the couple from yesterday in the crowd.

The boy had black eyes and a laceration on his shoulder. He must have been injured when he rushed out of the classroom after hearing the school song. Ordinary people don't have Pansen's strength, so they can only force the door open with the teacher's obstruction.

The school environment is not suitable for recuperation.

Shen Xin's hand injury worsened seriously, while the boy's wound was simply bandaged and he can only clean with one hand now.

The cloth could not cover the smell of blood. The sweet and fishy smell made many ghost students in the Yinbin class keep moving towards him. The teachers in the life department were also drooling, and their thin and long tongues licked their lips until they were shiny.

Jiang Ji walked up to the teacher of the life department.

She glanced at the other person's work badge and then smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Sugiura. This is the temporary counselor and my husband. If you have any questions, you can go to him."

Chu Xiuning's long eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes with a gentle smile.

In the gloomy and gray sky, his jade-like skin under his silver-gray hair made him glow white, like the Son of God who came to the world.

"Teacher Sugiura doesn't look well. If you have time today, please come to the consultation office and I'll take a look at him for you."

The voice is magnetic and melodious, and it expresses genuine concern.

Back then, the villagers of Xiaoer Village were deceived in the same way.

The continuous insults suddenly stopped. The freshmen nearby noticed the commotion and looked up to see a face they had never seen before.

White is a particularly eye-catching color in school.

The clothes Jiang Ji bought in a supermarket had slightly different styles, but they looked surprisingly harmonious even from a distance.

Mr. Morikawa, who is very famous in the freshman group and has helped freshmen several times, has a new male teacher in white next to him.

At this time, the two were talking to the brutal dormitory manager.

These freshmen forced themselves to cheer up, holding brooms, pretending to sweep the floor while carefully moving towards Jiang Ji, fearing that they would accidentally miss any important plot tasks.

Hearing the words "consulting teacher", the life department teacher's attitude calmed down, but she couldn't stand Jiang Ji and her tone was cold.

"Got it. I'll go when I have time."

The live broadcast room was filled with messages.

【Sent +1】

【Sent +2】

【Sent to +10086】

[New World Apartment residents sent congratulatory messages]

Hearing the conversation between the few people, the students from the surrounding Yinbang class kept glancing at the white figure.

New school doctor? The one in white coat? Can we trust him?

But... since he is Mr. Morikawa's husband, he should be safer than the middle-aged woman who always wanted to talk to me, right?

The boy and his girlfriend looked at each other, and their eyes brightened up.

When they reached the teaching building, Jiang Ji pointed out the location of the Talk Office to Chu Xiuning, "Walk along this path, and you will see a one-story white building with a red roof behind the teaching building. That is the Talk Office."

"Okay." Chu Xiuning nodded.

The two of them parted ways here without much conversation.

Jiang Ji entered his office and once again felt that his locker had been rummaged through and was even messier than yesterday.

My colleagues in the office don't seem to be in a good state either.

The ornaments, test papers and textbooks on the desk were all thrown to the ground, scattered all over the floor, and Jiang Ji had nowhere to stand for a while.

Jiang Ji carefully avoided the test papers, returned to his workstation, and repeated to his colleagues what he had said to the teacher from the Life Department.

Among the three, Mr. Fujita had a class in the next period, while Mr. Jiang and others who had no class heard Jiang Ji's words, muttered to themselves, and got up and went to the consultation office.

I could still hear complaints in the corridor.

"Press from above,

"Just hand it over to the school and leave it alone. Just throw everything to me!"

"For the same course, some students get full marks while others get zero. Why do you blame me? What did I do wrong?!"

Jiang Ji was hit hard by the resentment of office workers early in the morning.

She didn't have a class in the first period according to her schedule. When the bell rang, Jiang Ji searched the office again while everyone was away.

The exercise books scattered on the ground were filled with frantic and meaningless lines, and a blood-red mess was spread out on the exercise books.

The ground was littered with either test papers or crumpled homework papers, as if there were endless questions and exams to take.

Most of them are homework from second or third graders. The handwriting is so distorted that it is unrecognizable, and the word "death" is mixed in four or five times in one sentence.

Under a thick stack of test papers, Jiang Ji found an old black-and-white comic book. The style of the paintings was ancient, but it was faintly dark and strange.

She flipped through the books casually. The stories were all very short. Beneath the eerie aura was the sense of loneliness inherent in Japanese culture.

The name of the comic is "Hyakumonogatari", the Japanese version of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", which contains 99 stories.

As he flipped through the pages, Jiang Ji heard the magic mirror's reminder.

There was a sound of knocking on the glass outside the window, one knock and one knock.

The blurry shadow was imprinted on the window, as if it could cover the whole person.

Jiang Ji didn't quite understand why this person didn't go through the front door. He walked over speechlessly, opened the window, and jumped down from outside with a nimble figure.

The other person shook his hair. He had fair skin, peach blossom eyes, sharp and bold facial features. He did not look out of place in his school uniform.

Jiang Ji sat back behind his workstation.

Still holding the comic book in her hand, she didn't actually read it carefully. She was mainly looking to see if there were any annotations or text inside the comic book.

Jiang Ji doesn't have any class for Grade 3 Class A today.

She has fewer classes than other teachers in the office.

Ying Huai also saw the book. Jiang Ji sat on the chair, so he leaned on the edge of the table and said, "I just wanted to tell you about this."

"On the day of the fire, many students sneaked out at night and gathered in the playground to play a game.

The name of the game is, Hyakumonogatari."