Does Lin Mo have any choice now? The play has already begun, so it must continue.

"Okay, teacher, I'll go to class!"

Lin Mo poked his head into the classroom and saw that it was quite full.

There was no choice but to walk in. In an instant, I felt countless pairs of eyes looking at me.

Lin Mo has one advantage.

That was the critical moment and he would definitely not be afraid. At this moment, he walked in calmly and quickly scanned the many seats.

He is looking for an empty seat.

And this seat cannot be sat randomly.

Can't sit in the front.

Because you can't see the whole picture of the classroom from the front, especially what's happening behind you, you have no idea. So it's best to sit in the back row of the classroom, which is Lin Mo's favorite seat.

You can take a look.

The back seat is full.

On the contrary, there are many empty seats in the front.

"What kind of students are these? How come they have no ambition at all? Can they hear the teacher's lecture sitting so far away?" Lin Mo muttered.

Speaking of the students here, it’s hard to describe.

Although many students looked normal, their purple skin and cold aura clearly showed that they were not living people.

In other words, there was not a single living student in the entire classroom.

Fortunately, these students all abide by classroom discipline. No one talks or discusses, so the whole classroom is very quiet, but so quiet that it is a little scary.

Lin Mo still planned to sit in the back row.

It’s okay to squeeze in, the main thing is that he wants to get along with his classmates.

As soon as I walked over there, I heard the teacher's voice behind me.

"Zhang Yang, please sit in the front. There are so many empty seats."

“Okay, teacher!”

Lin Mo's plan was ruined. That scary teacher had spoken, so he could only sit in the front, and in the first row.

There are very few students in the first row, and they all look quite weak.

He's the kind of good student who's easy to bully.

Lin Mo thought about it and walked to the first row and sat next to a female student.

"There's no one here, so I'll sit down." Lin Mo said, and sat down.

This is a good position. I can listen to the teacher's lectures very well and have a wide field of vision. Unfortunately, I have no idea what's going on behind me.

"Okay, let's start the class now."

At the podium, the teacher stroked his thick glasses and began his lecture.

The content is anatomy class.

Lin Mo thought he had heard wrongly.

Listening again, it is indeed an anatomy class, and the teacher said that this is the foundation of plastic arts, which can establish a complete understanding of human body structure. Only with this understanding can one draw vivid paintings.

The main content is, of course, the skeleton, and the lines of the muscles in different postures.

Lin Mo saw that everyone else had books, and it would not look good if his desk was empty, so he also took out a pencil and a diary and pretended to take notes.

In fact, there was not a single word written on the paper.

The class is very quiet.

Apart from the teacher's voice, there was almost no sound from the room full of students.

Lin Mo observed secretly.

"I didn't see that human spider." Lin Mo was a little puzzled.

It looked like the other person had heard the bell and gone to class. Could he be not in this class?

It's possible.

But if that is the case, how many similar ghost classes are there in the Huangli Academy of Fine Arts?

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

The other students were listening to the class quietly, with no expression on their faces, just like sculptures.

Time is passing slowly.

Lin Mo was getting a little impatient. Generally, a class lasted for 40 minutes. After class, would the human spider suddenly appear? No one could predict.

Although the classroom seemed quiet, Lin Mo could feel the weird atmosphere here.

But every time he looked back, he found that all the students were attending class attentively with their eyes fixed on the blackboard.

This is also the reason why Lin Mo doesn’t like sitting in the first row.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking about his next plan, the teacher on the podium suddenly spoke.

"Zhang Yang, please answer this question."

Lin Mo didn't move.

He didn't react immediately, or maybe he forgot that he is now Zhang Yang, a student at the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Zhang Yang!"

Lin Mo didn't react until the second call.

"By the way, I am now Zhang Yang."

He immediately stood up and looked at the blackboard and the teacher.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Lin Mo asked in a low voice: "Teacher, what's the question?"

The teacher was visibly angry.

The old facial features suddenly became extremely ferocious.

Lin Mo secretly thought that this was not good.

If he couldn't answer the question, would he kill him? Gripping the pencil, Lin Mo was ready.

The terrifying pressure was getting bigger and bigger. Just when it was about to break the critical point, the teacher waved his hand and said, "Okay, I've given you a warning once. Sit down and pay attention. What I'm talking about today are the key points."

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

He thought there was going to be a fight.

But this teacher seemed pretty good and just gave a warning.

After half a class here, Lin Mo discovered a problem.

This art teacher seems to be the most terrifying person in the school. No one can compare to his suffocating aura. The human spider I met before is also a younger brother in front of the teacher.

At the same time, like other extremely powerful nightmares, this teacher is also formed by strong obsessions.

Just like the old Chinese doctor Lin Mo had met before, and the delivery boy Wei Dong.

It’s just that the art teacher’s obsession is also based on a strong sense of responsibility.

Lin Mo discovered that as long as he listened carefully and attended classes on time, he would not trigger the art teacher's "taboo".

Therefore, the students in the classroom are forced to attend class.

After all, the art teacher has no ill intentions, but none of these students are good people.

Take Lin Mo’s desk mate for example.

At first Lin Mo thought it was a female student, but after careful observation he found that this guy was actually a man.

Long hair, very feminine, are all boys in art schools like this?

That's not right either.

There is a fierce-looking ghost behind.

This is not the most important thing. The main thing is that the sissy classmate has been staring at me secretly with cold eyes, and from time to time there is a weird sneer and malice spreading from him.

Lin Mo naturally glared back without fear.

But then again, Lin Mo suddenly felt that the sissy sitting next to him looked very familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

I just can’t remember it right away.

At this time, Lin Mo discovered that this sissy actually took advantage of the teacher writing on the blackboard and came over and whispered in a cold voice: "You are not Zhang Yang!"

After saying that, Sen Sen smiled.

Lin Mo remembered where he had seen this guy.

It was the scary human body spider from before. There was a head on the spider's body that looked exactly like this one.

This discovery made Lin Mo's heart skip a beat, and he understood something instantly.

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