Chapter 39



Chapter 39

"Come out! I want to fight you! If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me. If I win, you have to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The thug was cursing and yelling here for a long time until his voice became hoarse. No one paid attention to him. He thought that he might have been wrong just now. There was no one here. He sat down and fanned himself, saying angrily: "What kind of brain is sick? They built the road into such a mess. I can't even tell where the door and the exit are. How can I get out? Am I going to die here?"

Before he could finish his words, he was knocked down by a punch.

When he got up from the ground, he found himself in the classroom.

"Strange, I remember today is not a school day."

The thug got up from the ground, scratched the back of his head, and thought, something is wrong, it seems that it is not someone else who has a brain problem, but me. I don’t want to be sick, and I don’t want to go to the hospital, what should I do? Besides, I hate school the most, and I have graduated from school for many years.

Why should I go back to school?

He didn't remember why he was in school. He rubbed his eyes and felt a little itchy. He was not very happy. However, when he opened one eye, he suddenly found a small black spider falling on the opposite side. He stretched out his hand and was spit by the spider. The white silk web spit out by the spider entangled his fingers and turned them into a white ball.

He moved his fingers and didn't feel the restraint of the web. He laughed, put down his hands, and suddenly found that the spider was gone. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that the spider was scared away. He didn't care and waved his hand as if he had thrown away the web in his hand. He opened the classroom door and was about to go out, but suddenly a teacher holding a book came over from outside the door.

The teacher looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

He uttered an "ah" and didn't know where the teacher came from. But he didn't answer immediately. The teacher walked around him and entered the classroom. He said to him, "Come in quickly. The class is about to start. Do you want to run away in front of everyone now?"

He certainly had no intention of running away from class in front of everyone.

He originally thought he didn't have to go to class, but even if he did, he wouldn't like it.

He turned around and found that the classroom was full of people, with only one empty seat, which seemed to be reserved for him.

He walked over, and the teacher frowned, picked up a black ruler on the podium behind him, knocked on the podium, and shouted at him: "Don't go over there!"

He paused, thinking that the teacher wanted him to stand at the back of the class, and looked at the teacher.

The teacher said to him, "That seat belongs to a classmate who just died. How could you sit there? Did something happen to you during the holidays? You don't even know where your seat is!?"

He was stunned and said slowly: "I don't know."

The teacher nodded and said, "From your expression, I know you don't know."

He pointed to the thug and said, "That's where you are."

The thug looked over there. There was someone there before, but now he looked over there, no one was there. He walked over doubtfully and said hello to the person next to him. The person ignored him. He felt that he was asking for trouble, so he snorted and ignored him. The person behind him quietly reached out his hand, poked him with a finger and said, "Hey, big brother."

He looked sideways and asked, "What do you want?"

The man said, "Brother, don't you know? Last week, our entire class organized an autumn outing to Maple Mountain. The bus flipped over and everyone fell off a cliff and rolled into the water. Most of the students died. Those who survived are in the hospital. There are still some of our people and their families in the hospital."

He didn't understand what the other person meant, so he frowned and asked, "So what?"

The man said, "Brother, don't you understand? What I mean is that the people who participated in the autumn outing last week were either dead, or in a vegetative state or injured. It is impossible for them to appear in this classroom to attend class. Except for you and me, there is no one in this classroom-"

He whispered, "There is no one alive."

The teacher looked over, frowned, and said angrily: "Number 32! Stand up right there! I asked you to come to class so you can talk to other students? Stand at the back! I want to see if you can listen to the class seriously. If you can't, go out and don't disturb other students in the classroom. No one is here to waste time. If I see you slacking off in class again..."

The teacher talked on and on for a long time, and the thugs in the audience stood up helplessly and turned to the back.

I don't know why, but the sky outside the window suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy at this time. It looks like there will be a huge rainstorm here soon, and heavy rain is not good weather.

The gangster looked outside and walked to the end, but suddenly turned his head thoughtfully to look at the podium, and found that the teacher was facing the blackboard and writing. He raised his hand, holding a piece of chalk. The chalk was white, and the blackboard was a little green, just like the color of shoes distributed during military training. With every stroke, the chalk squeaked on the blackboard, leaving marks.

However, the teacher turned his head and looked straight at the last thug. The thug and the teacher looked at each other, and the teacher gave the thug a slightly scary and shy smile. The thug's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.

The teacher was stunned for a moment, then quickly shouted to the others, "Hurry up! Students, get him up and put him to his seat. See if he can get better after a rest. If not, take him to the school infirmary."

The gangster was carried to his seat. At this time, he gradually regained consciousness and thought that he might have seen it wrong. He comforted himself in his heart and opened his eyes. However, he saw the incredible and terrible scene again.

The classmates gathered around him and stretched their necks to look at him. Their necks were a little longer than a giraffe's. They stretched their necks over their seats to look at him. Their eyes flickered, covering their entire faces, and their ears covered their entire heads. When they saw that he had woken up, they smiled at him. The smile was exactly the same as the one the teacher had shown him before, as if he was the only person in the whole classroom except for him.

The hooligans began to tremble uncontrollably. The teacher walked out from behind the group of students, put his hands on his hips and said to them, "You scared the classmates! Why don't you go back to your seats quickly? I will continue the lecture later. Whoever doesn't listen will stand up!"

Everyone returned to normal, but the sky was still gloomy.

The gangster sat on the seat trembling, as if his pants were glued to the seat.

The teacher bent down and looked at him gently and asked, "Are you feeling better? Do you need to go to the infirmary? I can ask a classmate to take you there."

The gangster blinked, and the teacher's normal face suddenly changed. It was a pale, chalk-like face with black eyes, like a moth. Strange fluff grew on its body, and deformed wings of moderate size grew on its back. It was hard to tell whether it looked more like a hairless chicken or a stray cat whose wounds were not treated in time.

The thug covered his head and evasively answered: "I need to go to the infirmary. I still have a headache."

The teacher stood up and said, "Child, you should have told me earlier if you were not feeling well. Would I force you to sit in the classroom and suffer? Don't say I can't do that. If your parents knew, they would never allow me to do that. If that happens, it will hurt you and me. Come on, get up quickly and go to the infirmary!"

He randomly picked a classmate, the one behind the thug, and said, "You two go together."

The teacher told the students: "Be very careful."

The student nodded, walked over and supported the thug. The thug remembered what he had heard from this man before and thought that he might be safe and trustworthy, so he nodded reluctantly as a friendly greeting.

The two men opened the door of the classroom and walked out. The thug wanted to ask something, but he couldn't help coughing. He knelt on the ground and vomited out a lot of white insect eggs embarrassingly. The eggs quickly hatched in front of him and turned into a lot of wriggling moths that grew wings and flew up.

The gangster's body trembled again. He grabbed the arm of the person next to him tightly, pointed in the air and asked, "Did you see it?"

The student smiled helplessly, trying to help him up from the ground and asked, "What is it? I didn't see it. Maybe it's a flying insect. Don't be afraid. There are probably a lot of mosquitoes in our environment. You know, there are plants everywhere outside. Big trees and grass just like mosquitoes. If you see snakes and rats on the road, don't panic."

He whispered, "It's all normal."

The gangster turned his head suddenly and saw the face of the student. It was a big rat with gray fur, round and black eyes, a sharp mouth, sharp teeth, a red tongue, and thin whiskers on both sides. It was trembling, and it was unclear whether it was moving with the wind or because of the talking. It looked weird and scary.

The thug let out a cry and threw a punch, but was blocked.

The gray mouse blocked his fist with its thin gray paws, and sniffed the air in front of him with its black nose and asked, "What are you thinking about? Do you hate me? Why do you want to hit me all of a sudden?"

He felt a little aggrieved: "Aren't we good friends? I call you brother, shouldn't our relationship be better than others? How can you treat me like this? The look on your face is as if I killed your whole family, there is no good at all? Why do you treat me like this!"

He shouted, and the thug was hit by the sharp sound and lay on the ground, unconscious.


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