Chapter 359 Extra - Talent Show 9
[Damn, how can there be such disgusting scum! 】
[I cast all my votes. Just wait for this bastard to suffer in the future. 】
[Suddenly I feel that the big bug looks a lot cuter. 】
[This is not a bug, it is my treasure.] 】
[Baby, can you please let him go for now? Let's develop sustainably and raise him before eating him. 】
[It's a pity that it's not a big deal, so he got it for free.] 】
When the vocal bug sticks to a person to suck blood, it releases a hormone that not only prevents the blood from clotting, but also anesthetizes the person so that he or she will not easily notice that they are being sucked.
The main feature is to send you on your way quietly.
When Yu Ke saw what was said in the comments, she pursed her lips and frowned.
When she thought of the numerous evil deeds committed by No. 72, she felt that this was too easy for him!
He should die in pain!
Can the instructor return? Can we ask Teacher Leng Banqing to whip him a few times?
Feng Mingzhi touched her little head to comfort her.
"For someone like him, watching himself die and being unable to do anything is the greatest psychological torture."
Yu Ke did not accept this single torture and muttered:
"He caused psychological and physical torture to so many little girls, why should he only have to suffer psychological torture himself?"
The flesh also deserves to suffer the greatest pain, which can barely be considered as atonement.
Feng Mingzhi smiled and reassured her.
"His suffering has just begun, and it is far from over."
The wrinkles between Yu Ke's brows finally smoothed out a little.
She was happy knowing that things would be miserable after the 72nd.
With the angry audience voting, No. 72 soon surpassed No. 20 and became the new number one.
After receiving the news, Zhong Limo changed his previous cold and indifferent attitude and walked towards No. 72 with a smile.
At this moment, number 72 was almost sucked dry.
Zhong Limo squatted down and patted the fat and greasy vocal bug on No. 72, and said softly:
"Okay, okay, I can't eat this anymore."
The large vocal insect twisted its elastic body and was enjoying its meal so much that it was reluctant to come down.
"You like this so much? Be good, I'll fatten him up and bring him back for you to eat."
After thinking about the last bite and many more to come, the vocal insect finally let go of number seventy-two reluctantly.
It flapped its little wings and tried to fly away, but the wings could no longer bear its current weight.
It flapped its wings for a long time but couldn't take off, so it could only slowly crawl down from No. 72.
Soon, the elusive medical staff appeared with a stretcher and carried the dying No. 72 back for treatment.
A student who was also almost suffocated by the insect saw this and immediately focused his fiery eyes on Zhong Li Mo. The intention in his eyes was still clearly visible even through the white mist.
Zhong Limo didn't want to listen to them surrounding him and making noise, so he explained first:
"Number 72 now has the most votes."
As soon as he said this, the students all understood what he didn't say.
Want to be like number 72? Then find a way to ask the audience for tickets.
So the players present started a new round of performances again.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhong Limo announced the start of the exam, which also lasted half an hour.
During this half hour, countless vocal bugs will appear on the students' bodies without them noticing and suck their blood.
They either get rid of the bugs or they are sucked dry by them and die.
After a round of exams, more than a dozen students were missing.
After that there is still a ten-minute break.
Yu Ke turned her head to look at Feng Mingzhi, "Are you going to class later?"
Feng Mingzhi nodded, "Yeah."
She was a little curious, "What class are you taking?"
“Expression management.”
Yu Ke was silent for a moment, then looked up at him with an expression full of distrust.
Even though he always smiled a lot in front of her, she knew that he was expressionless most of the time.
Can he teach people how to manage facial expressions?
Feng Mingzhi raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter whether I can teach them or not, but they must learn it."
The pressure is not on him, but on the students.
The break was over and the environment on the field changed again.
The white fog dissipated, and everyone's vision began to become clear. The towering trees and dense grass disappeared, replaced by a closed room surrounded by mirrors on all sides.
The medical staff sent back patient No. 72 and he attended class with everyone.
Feng Mingzhi appeared in front of the students.
His eyebrows were stern, and he looked down at the people who were lying on the ground resting, his tone indifferent.
"This class is about facial expression management."
He did not introduce himself, but asked the students to cry in front of the mirror.
Everyone: “?”
The torture of two consecutive classes and exams had already exhausted them. After hearing Feng Mingzhi's incoherent words, no one responded immediately.
My head was too heavy and I couldn't cry all of a sudden.
Only No. 72, who was sent back, was in the best spirits. He rolled his eyes and knew that there would be no good outcome if he disobeyed.
He was the first one to turn around and face the mirror. He thought about all the sad things in his life, combined with the painful experience of being almost sucked dry by the bugs, and cried hard.
While crying, he looked at his own performance and found something wrong.
The self in the mirror... was actually smiling.
He thought he was seeing things and blinked in disbelief, but the person in the mirror was still smiling.
No. 72 was so frightened that he forgot to cry and turned around to get away from the mirror.
"Why aren't you crying?"
The person in the mirror who looked exactly like No. 72 appeared halfway out of the mirror, with his hands stretched out as long as rubber. He quickly caught up with No. 72 and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Hehehe~ If you don't cry, this face will belong to me."
The thing in the mirror had the ordinary middle-aged man's face of No. 72, but it made a charming female voice.
As it spoke, its face shattered like a mask, covered with spider-web-like cracks, and its facial features blurred like paint in water, losing their specific shape.
It raised its hand and tore off one of the pieces, revealing the white bones underneath. There was no flesh and blood, just a painted skin.
"I want your face so badly, can you give it to me?"
Feeling the sharp nails on his face, No. 72 burst into tears.
It's very genuine and there's not a trace of acting at all.
The Painted Skin Ghost paused and made a disdainful "tsk" sound.
The face that was almost in my hand is gone.
It reluctantly returned to the mirror, staring at number 72, waiting for the next opportunity.
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