The school bell is like the starting gun for a 100-meter race.
It pierced the dull atmosphere of Class 3, Grade 11.
Shen Qingqiu had just stepped out of the classroom from the podium when...
A series of synchronized friction sounds rang out from below the stage.
Dozens of hands simultaneously reached into the desk, pockets, and cuffs to pull out cell phones.
Their movements were so skillful and their coordination so perfect that it was comparable to a military parade.
Immediately afterwards, the once quiet classroom was like a pot of boiling oil being doused with a ladle of cold water.
Holy crap!
A member of the sports committee in the back row gasped in surprise, nearly hitting his face with his phone.
"ah--!"
A girl in the front row let out a short scream, then quickly covered her mouth.
She snuggled into her deskmate's arms, but her eyes stubbornly remained fixed on the gap in the screen.
"This Zhao clerk...is pointing a gun at a ghost?!"
"This isn't a horror novel, it's a gang shootout!"
"Shut up! Every time you scream, you scare me!"
The classroom was in complete chaos.
Fear, excitement, and doubt—a mix of emotions created a scene more bustling than a vegetable market.
Wu Di huddled in his chair, his phone hidden behind his textbook, only a third of the screen visible.
While watching, he muttered to himself as if reciting a mantra:
"Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony... Demons and monsters, leave quickly..."
Holy crap! His head's off!
"Brother Que's head has fallen off!"
He suddenly grabbed Lin Que's arm, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
Lin Que pried his hands open expressionlessly:
"If you pinch me again, I'll cut off your head too."
"No, Brother Que, did you see that? This dream weaver is serious this time!"
Wu Di's face turned deathly pale, yet his eyes shone brightly.
"That convenience store looks so much like the little shop behind our school gate! How am I supposed to buy sausages there now?"
Luo Ji, the physics class representative who always had "logic" on his lips,
He was taking off his glasses and wiping the fog off the lenses with the corner of his clothes.
His expression was clearly not good.
"This...this is entirely due to the uncanny valley effect in psychology."
Luo Ji put his glasses back on, but his voice was strained as he forced an explanation.
"Create a sense of claustrophobia through environmental description, and then enhance immersion by using the first person perspective..."
It's just a writing technique, nothing special... nothing to worry about.
"Skill?"
Zhang Ya, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
She closed her phone and turned her head.
Looking at Luo Ji, who was still stubbornly arguing, his eyes held a complex expression:
“Rodjem, technique alone cannot convey the sense of destiny in writing ‘the eyes are a gift from me.’”
Although I don't like horror, I have to admit...
This concept of using people as pawns is far more sophisticated than simply using ghosts to scare people.
Hearing Zhang Ya say that, Luo Ji opened his mouth,
Unable to refute it in the end, he slumped back in his chair, dejected.
"Alright... indeed, it's got some substance."
"Yo yo yo yo yo—"
Wu Di, who had been watching the show from the sidelines for a while, suddenly perked up.
The cowardice that had just been brought on by fear had completely vanished.
He leaned his chubby face closer, a sly grin on his face:
"Who just said this is 'parasitic marketing'?"
Who said 'losing at the starting line'?
He spoke in a strange accent while asking the other students.
Is that you?
Is that you?
"cut!"
The students next to him were used to Wu Di's behavior, and with a chorus of "tsk," they waved and went back to their seats.
Luo Ji's face turned liver-colored. He snorted coldly and turned his head away, pretending to read a book.
I didn't even notice because I held the book upside down.
Lin Que ignored him because his phone had been vibrating incessantly in his pocket since earlier.
He took out his phone.
The WeChat icon has a bright red "9+" on it.
When I opened it, all the messages were from "Beethoven on the run".
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[Beethoven on the run]: I'm dying of laughter, Teacher Lin, look at the comments! This generation of netizens is so talented!
[Beethoven on the run]: That last chapter gave me the chills, but when I opened the comments section, I burst out laughing. These people know how to ruin the mood. [laughing and crying emoji]
Lin Que clicked on the first screenshot.
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