Chapter 215

Do the best he can...

Qu Yutao thought that Buyehou was really the same as the rumors said, a gentle and tolerant elder.

He opened his mouth to say something, but finally just said, "Thank you."

Buyehou did not answer him again. He just looked in the direction of Qiankunmou. After a while, several light screens floated towards them and unfolded one after another in front of Buyehou's eyes - they were surveillance images of several fierce battles.

If you want to identify a student’s problem as quickly as possible, the most intuitive way is to observe his or her every move during a fight.

The surveillance screen that Buyehou had been staring at intently had shrunk into a small piece on his left hand side. He would still glance at it from time to time, but he no longer focused all his attention on it like before.

Yu Tu felt that what Qu Yutao said made sense. Since Buyehou had already applied to become a teacher at Kunlun, he had to shoulder the responsibilities of a teacher. Helping his original body was important, but one should not put the cart before the horse. He even had a pseudonym to use as a plug-in, but other people had nothing.

Yu Tu began to let the consciousness remaining in the body of Buyehou pay more attention to the behavior of others. The energy was concentrated in his eyes, and he could clearly capture their every move - whether they were sensitive enough to react to danger? Whether they used their spiritual power smoothly enough? Whether they reasonably avoided their own weaknesses?

There are many things that Yu Tu can learn from other people, but Yu Tu can also see their problems. Qu Yutao is right. Failure on the snow mountain will not hurt you, but failure after graduation may cause you to lose everything.

Whether they are students from Millerkel, Kunlun, Chang'an Academy, or Guixu, Yu Tu sincerely hopes that they are alive. The heroes who protect the world should live smoothly until they grow old, instead of facing death in pain.

Yu Tu now began to deliberately ignore the situation of his own body. Qu Yutao had just reminded him that this was a training about getting rid of nightmares. If he kept looking at it from the perspective of a bystander and could not get into the state, he would not be able to make the expected progress.

Without the help of the vest, Yu Tu became even more confused about the school in front of him. He carried the stone shell and slowly moved along the corner to the abandoned flower bed. Then he climbed up the flower bed at a vertical 90-degree angle and flipped into the soil of the flower bed.

Yu Tu dug his roots into the soil in the flowerbed, which looked a bit dirty. The special training he had received from teacher Olivia came in handy now. He sensed the "sound" of the soil. The "sound" could not distinguish between male and female, and it felt like a horror movie when he tried to distinguish it.

[Did you know? Someone from Class 3 jumped off the building.]

[Someone jumped off the building? Do we have a day off today?]

【Study hard and don’t think about messy things. 】

[Why can't I solve this problem? Have you solved it?]

[You can’t do it! He can’t do it either! Hahahaha!]

[I didn’t do enough questions, I didn’t study hard enough, I’m sad? Do I still have the nerve to be sad? 】

[Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face? Look at the blackboard!]

[Is learning for me?]

[If you don't study hard, will you be worthy of your parents? Will you be worthy of the school uniform you wear? Will you be worthy of your current age? ]

[Oh my god, someone dropped out of school?!]

[Is he crazy? How dare he not study?!]

【Students’ mission is to study hard! 】

Two different voices mixed in Yu Tu's mind, scaring him so much that he shuddered. Yu Tu hurriedly pulled his roots out of the soil of the flower bed, and then lay wilfully in a pile of dead branches and leaves. What he had sensed before could not be called soil information, it was completely a kind of spiritual pollution.

The spiritual pollution that surged up from the soil was so intense that Yu Tu even had double vision. He was so slow to react when the dead branches and leaves in front of him were moved.

———He was pulled up by a hand.

A spooky voice echoed in my ears: "...a blade of grass?"

A pale face appeared in Yu Tu's sight. There was not a trace of blood on the face. The lips were dark purple, and only the eyeballs were pitch black. He felt very scared when being stared at.

"Qin Hao!" Suddenly there was another voice.

Yu Tu saw a girl walking towards him. Her face was also pale and extremely thin, as if she was wearing an empty school uniform hanging on a hanger. There was a large black mark on her chest where the school badge should have been. It was unclear whether it was dark ink or dried black blood.

The boy holding Yu Tu turned around and asked: "What are you doing?"

The girl said: "We can't run around during the break. We need to go back and recite the lessons. The homeroom teacher will come to patrol."

The blackness in Qin Hao's eyes widened a little: "I understand. I'll go back now."

The two men walked towards the teaching building one after the other. When they reached the gate of the teaching building, Yu Tu saw a shadow on the ground next to them expanding rapidly. With a loud "bang", a torn body appeared on the ground, and blood splattered all over them.

There was no screaming, no panic, no fear. Both of them were indifferent. The girl wiped the blood off her face and threw a piece of splattered flesh from her shoulder: "Someone jumped off the building again."

Qin Hao wiped his hair roughly with his sleeve: "Your psychological endurance is really poor."

They seem to be accustomed to death, so they are not surprised.

Even though Yu Tu's body had shrunk very small, a few drops of the jumper's blood still splashed onto Yu Tu's leaves. The blood was hot and a little burning.

"The teacher doesn't allow pets in the classroom." The girl glanced at the "grass" in Qin Hao's hand and said, "I will throw it out of the window if I see it."

"Fang Ting." Qin Hao's eyes fell on her, "Don't tell on me."

"I'm just reminding you," Fang Ting said, "The girl in the next class who lost her hamster dropped 40 places in her grade ranking. Her head teacher is almost going crazy."

"It's a pity that the hamster died," Qin Hao said, "but it affected the grade ranking, so it was her fault."

"Yes." Fang Ting nodded in agreement, "Nothing is more important than academic performance."

As they talked about this, Yu Tu listened quietly, becoming more and more horrified the more he listened. He had never personally experienced a school becoming a hotspot for weirdness, but just from such a large-scale simulation, he could get a glimpse of the extent of the horror and distortion.

Qin Hao carried Yu Tu to the classroom. Through the large windows of the classroom, Yu Tu saw a row of lifeless faces. The desks in the classroom were crowded, and the chairs were pushed under the desks. Everyone stood behind the chairs, held the books in front of them, and read aloud mechanically and stereotypedly.

Although everyone looked different, they all had the same expression and the same eyes, as if they were all copied and pasted. It is no exaggeration to say that the scene that Yu Tu had become accustomed to when he was in the third year of high school seemed particularly terrifying at this moment.

After Qin Hao entered the classroom, he stuffed Yu Tu into the desk and placed an open book on him. The miniature tea seedling was almost flattened by the huge object that fell from the sky.

Yu Tu: QAQ

He struggled to climb out of the book, and while Qin Hao was reading like other students, looking straight ahead without looking around, he ran under the desk along the steps made of books. Relying on his understanding of the classroom when he was in school, Yu Tu found an excellent position that allowed him to have a panoramic view of the entire classroom but was not easily discovered.

The break was spent with recitation like this. The first class after the break was English class. All the students in the classroom sat down in a neat row and took out their books in a neat row.

The English teacher came in from the door and started reading out the scores on the podium, asking everyone to come up and get their scores. Those who did well were simply told "keep up the good work", while those who did not do well were cursed at in front of all the students on the podium.

After all the papers are distributed, the explanation of the wrong questions begins. The teacher will randomly select someone to answer the question, and those who can't answer will remain standing.

If the classroom was filled with darkness during the morning exercises, then after the English class started, the darkness in the classroom was so thick that it seemed to be condensing.

Yu Tu huddled in a corner, watching the long English class finally end after the bell rang. However, the bell seemed to have no effect. The students in the classroom were still sitting in their seats, but they all took out their exercise books from their desks in an orderly manner—there was no break time in the third year of high school.

Yu Tu saw that the student in the fourth row of the first group ran out of ink when his pen ran out of ink. He could only scribble on the paper in vain. His expression was anxious and distorted, and the pen in his hand had already torn the paper, but he continued to use force, his expression gradually becoming crazy.

In a frenzy, he suddenly turned his hand and used force to poke his eyes with the pen. His eyeballs were punctured and blood flowed out of his eye sockets, dripping onto the table in large drops.

The people around him turned a blind eye to his sudden madness, except for his desk mate who silently moved his exercise book to the other side, as if he was worried about getting it stained with his blood.

He was not the only one who went crazy in the classroom. Some stabbed their throats with pencil sharpeners, some slapped their faces with rulers, and some stabbed their bodies with compasses to make bloody holes... There was not a single student who looked normal in the whole classroom.

Yu Tu just felt cold all over. He quietly slipped along the ceiling to the next classroom. The situation in the next classroom was more serious than the one Yu Tu had just stayed in. The classroom was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yu Tu wanted to leave the teaching building temporarily, but he found that he could not get out of the door no matter what, even though the door was right in front of him - he was trapped in this teaching building.

In a flash, Yu Tu suddenly remembered the third example given by the teacher on the day when he was talking about the strange incidents in school:

[The teaching building you can’t leave]

At that time, this mission was judged to be C-level and appeared in the city under the charge of Special Group 43. Missions below C level were generally resolved by the resident team themselves, so Group 43 entered the school that had become a strange spot, and in the end... no one came back.

The leader of the 43 groups at that time was an outstanding graduate who had graduated from Kunlun three years ago. Among the other four people, two were also from Kunlun, one had graduated for a year and the other was a fresh graduate.

That was not a C-level mission, but a C+ level one. The difficulty jumped two levels and was far beyond the scope of what the resident team could solve. However, this was a hidden anomaly and the detector did not detect it.

All members of Special Team 43 died, and the team emblem of Special Team 43 in the Special Department was left vacant. One month later, someone took the team emblem away.

Three days later, the C+ level mission [The Teaching Building You Can't Get Out of] was declared completed.