Just as everyone was waiting with their hands clasped in anticipation, Wei Sushen cruelly walked around them and went up the stairs.
The rest of the people had no choice but to give up in disappointment.
Wei Sushen chose the classroom closest to the stairs. There was only one girl in it. She subconsciously shuddered when she saw so many people coming at once.
But when he spotted Fang Shan, he seemed to relax a little: "Teacher Wen."
The word "teacher" can still bring some strength to people.
Fang Shan nodded in response: "Alone?"
The girl took a few steps back and said timidly: "I just came back to get my homework."
“…”
Kid, are you serious?
Girl: “When I get nervous, I just want to do the exercises.”
Fang Shan sighed and counted again. Including the girls, there were now eight people in the classroom. "Since you're here, don't leave."
The girl thought he was going to attack her and was shaking like a sieve.
Fang Shan wondered how such a character could survive in such a cruel environment, revealing that they had no hostility.
The atmosphere eased briefly, as there was only half of the half hour left in the broadcast.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of pens. The girl just now was not just talking, she was really working on the questions seriously.
Two minutes later, a father and son came. The man was the director of the teaching department, and his son was studying in the school. He had stayed behind to work overtime to pick up his son from evening self-study, but he did not expect such a change to happen.
The director of the teaching department is humorous and has good popularity in the school.
His son was the complete opposite, with a stern face and a serious expression. Although he didn't express it explicitly, he seemed to disapprove of his father's decision.
"Son," the Director of Education said earnestly, "In most horror stories, those who don't follow the main group at the beginning will be harvested."
Seeing that there were already so many people in the classroom, including them, there were exactly ten of them, the director of the teaching department waved his hand and said, "Son, help Dad block the door to prevent the number of people from exceeding the limit. In the horror story, the extra people..."
The incessant chattering actually added a touch of humanity to the room. Fang Shan carefully observed everyone in the classroom, not ruling out the possibility that there might be a hidden boss among them.
He asked Wei Sushen: "Who do you think is more suspicious?"
Wei Sushen first glanced at the girl sitting in the front row who was writing her homework furiously, then looked at the father and son blocking the door, and the boys who came with them were playing double knockers to kill time. Finally, his gaze stopped at Fang Shan who was yawning, and he said nothing.
Fang Shan had long been accustomed to the host's sudden silence. He lay on the table with his eyes half closed: "I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me when it's time."
After a while, a light, human-like snoring sound was heard.
The sound could be considered faint, but to the survivors in the classroom, it sounded like thunder.
Being able to sleep in such a situation is beyond the description of being heartless.
Fang Shan was woken up by the bell for the end of get out of class. There was still some displeasure in his eyes. He looked at the time and stood up to stretch his muscles.
“I’m glad someone is playing by the rules.”
The signal was a bit bad, and the sounds they could hear were intermittent, which was very uncomfortable.
Accompanied by a crackling noise, a cry of surprise came from outside the window. The first person to go over to check on the situation was the Director of Education. Just as he was about to lean out to look, his son pulled him back: "Don't you want your head anymore?"
There was no time to question his words, as a head fell from the upstairs in an instant. It seemed that someone was looking out and had half of his body cut off by his companion behind him.
The person who had made the move secretly was still laughing triumphantly.
No one dared to act rashly anymore, cautiously keeping a distance from the windowsill and peering out. On the playground, those who had been lurking in the shadows were being chased by the ghostly fog that had been surrounding the school gate. People get tired, and once they slow down, they're completely engulfed.
After devouring living people, the ghost's size tends to grow exponentially.
While others were watching in horror, Fang Shan's gaze was still focused on the people in the classroom.
Awakening changes a person's mind, and anyone who gains superpowers will become more or less cold and hard in character.
Under normal circumstances, few people could remain rational in such chaos.
Fang Shan rubbed his face regretfully. He also wanted to become cold and ruthless, but the conditions did not allow it.
The broadcast continued: "Anyone who does not follow the rules will be punished. It's break time now, please take a break."
The Director of Education frowned as he looked out the window. "There are still a few survivors out there being hunted by an unidentified entity. Should we help them?"
With a loud bang.
The pen tip pierced the paper due to excessive force. The girl who had been concentrating on her homework suddenly looked up and asked: "How can you guarantee that the people we rescued won't kill us?"
The Director of Education said in a deep voice, "Ghosts begin to swell after devouring living people. If we allow them to grow in strength, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Vote," someone said.
At least the root causes of contradictions and differences should be nipped in the bud.
Unfortunately, it was a tie.
The girl touched her belly gently: "Actually, I can represent two people."
“…”
When the atmosphere did not improve, Wei Sushen slowly said: "Someone escaped."
And there was more than one person, about a dozen people broke through the siege and rushed into the teaching building.
The sound of people coming up the stairs meant that they had survived the ghost chase. No one went to the corridor to ambush them. Being able to survive the brutal pursuit was enough to prove the strength of these people.
Fang Shan didn't go to watch the fun, but lowered his head and stared at his phone. Many people in the "Second Middle School" group were removed from the group chat one after another. He had a vague premonition that these people had died.
Wei Sushen turned around and saw him tilting his head back and rolling his eyes, and he felt something was wrong.
Fang Shan muttered to himself while typing rapidly on the keyboard.
Secondary School Group:
Teacher Wen, an expert in predicting the topic: My prediction is that in the next round of the game, the scope of the space will be shortened to two floors, so that everyone can fight for the classroom.
Liu Changyang made a funny expression: Have you watched too many movies?
Yin Xun: Like.
…
Amidst their anxious wait, the students were quite active. The ten-minute break passed quickly as they chatted with each other. Then, a new task was announced over the loudspeaker:
Within 25 minutes, please ensure that you are in a classroom on the fourth or sixth floor. The number of people in each classroom cannot exceed 10. Good luck to everyone.
Secondary School Group:
Liu Changyang: Holy crap.
Yin Xun: Holy shit!
Zhang Baili: Holy shit!!
A stream of "Fuck" was floating in the air.
Various exclamation marks and emoticons were flying everywhere, and the messages were refreshed so quickly that Fang Shan could only skip around.
Zhang Baili?
I looked up at the tall and thin boy not far away. If I remembered correctly, it was him.
Henry Zhang put down his phone and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"
Fang Shan didn't respond and continued to send messages: "Maybe some people are more rebellious, thinking why should they follow the instructions? Teacher reminds everyone, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot, don't be the first troublemaker."
After confirming that the message was successfully sent, he stopped waiting for a reply and muttered, "Luck is also a part of strength."
Compared to the people on the fifth floor, they were much luckier; at least they didn't have to run back and forth to fight for classrooms. However, as living space continued to shrink, collisions would inevitably occur.
The sound of fighting could be heard, and it was very loud.
The girl who was obsessed with the test analyzed: "It has turned into a team battle."
Those people in the same classroom on the fifth floor had to band together to fight in order to occupy a new survival point. Similarly, in order to compete, others would also gather together.
They were surprisingly lucky. From the beginning until now, no one had ever thought of taking over this classroom.
A small group unconsciously formed within the group. The girl who loved to do exercises didn't trust anyone and kept to herself. The father and son from the teaching department stood in another corner. Naturally, Fang Shan only interacted with Wei Sushen in private.
"Since this is a battle royale, all the fighting is too boring. Perhaps new content will be added soon."
So far, the responses have been passive, and the specific requirements for completing the tasks are too vague.
Footsteps sounded at the door, and most people tensed up suddenly. Fortunately, the footsteps only paused for a moment. The girl checked the time, licked her dry lips, and asked, "What happens if we don't complete the game within the specified time?"
No one answered, but everyone could not help but recall the scenes of being chased by ghosts just now.
The girl looked at Fang Shan, who seemed to have the calmest reaction: "Aren't you curious?"
Fang Shan said lazily, "I'm just curious about who designed this game."
The girl's face changed. Some things were simply not easy to think about too deeply. They were all people with special abilities, but the one who was broadcasting was obviously more powerful.
The phone kept beeping, and messages from the group came one after another. When Fang Shan opened it, he found that many of them were @ himself.
Please ask Teacher Wen to predict the topic.
The six words are trending on the screen.
Fang Shan thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know. I guess there's something new going on."
The first reply to a message: As far as I know, among the teachers on duty, only Teacher Wen survived. Can you share your survival experience?
This was said with some sarcasm, and Fang Shan replied seriously: Everyone should remember that participation is the most important thing!
“…”
Apart from anything else, when Wei Sushen saw this message, he glanced at Fang Shan with a strange look.
At this moment, group leader Zhao Qiansun suddenly spoke:
After collecting information privately provided by classmates, the top ten supernatural power rankings have been compiled:
Tenth place, Zhang Baili, nicknamed 'Long-legged Zhang,' is extremely fast and adept at escaping. Strategy: Encirclement.
The nicknames were summarized by Zhao Qiansun based on everyone's specialties. Fang Shan looked at the tall and thin man who was communicating with his companions in surprise. At first glance, his speed did not seem to be an advantage, but it was not easy for others to hurt him.
Ninth Place: Chen Lili, nicknamed "Psychic Assassin," can cause hallucinations. Strategy: Quick victory, aim to suppress the opponent within five seconds.
Henry Zhang whistled: “I didn’t expect that the people in our classroom are so strong!”
The girl who had been working hard on the questions didn't feel proud at all. She said softly, "I've only demonstrated my superpowers twice, and everyone who saw it died."
In other words, how did Zhao Qiansun know about her special abilities?
The night was not cold, but everyone couldn't help shivering.
The so-called coping strategy is very unfriendly to them.
The ranking was currently limited to the top ten. Fang Shan moved down from the bottom to the top, witnessing many strange abilities. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly focused:
First place: Wen Ling + Wei Sushen, nicknamed the "Walking Aphrodisiac." Their collaboration can arouse everything. Countermeasure: Men who castrate themselves can counter this.
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