Fog Survival

Others were also startled and looked up quickly. When they saw the teacher on the podium, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

Zhang Yue's heart instantly tightened when he saw the teacher in front of him. This was their language teacher, because he was not a very old young teacher. He had just graduated from university and looked young. He was the ideal teacher for many adolescent children. .

But at this moment, Teacher Yu's hair was wet, and it looked like she had just washed it, but her messy hair was spread in front of her eyes, her head was slightly lowered, and her expression seemed a little strange.

The girls in the front row were so scared that they shrank together. Someone asked with concern: "Teacher Liu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling well?"

After a while, Teacher Yu did not speak, but twisted his neck slightly. After a while, he said in an extremely hoarse accent: "I, I... my neck hurts a little. Can you scratch it for me?"

"Huh? This..."

Meeting the inexplicable request, the girl who arranged it was also a little scared. She sat on the chair with frightened eyes and didn't dare to step forward.

Before she could make any other move, the language teacher on the podium had already stretched out her hand and started scratching her neck. The action was extremely rough, and she pinched and tore her neck through her long black hair.

I could see with my own eyes the bloody traces appearing, as if my flesh and blood were being completely ripped off. The horrific scene scared everyone to the point of saying "Yes".

The conversation lasted for 꺘minutes, until Teacher Yu stopped what he was doing, showed a weird smile, and murmured to himself: "Which classmate is willing to give the teacher a scratch?"

As the words fell, Teacher Yu walked stiffly to the blackboard and wrote on the blackboard with red chalk.

[Task 1: Randomly select a classmate. , help the teacher scratch his neck. Mission completed and failed: death! 】

Everyone looked at this sentence blankly, as if they understood the meaning too well. This weird scene before had exceeded their psychological endurance. Now they are all sitting in the corner, their voices are silent.

"Since you are all willing, let the teacher choose in person. Zhang Jieyue, please complete the task. The time limit is 5 minutes."

In this situation, even if his name was called by the teacher, he would not dare to do anything rashly. After all, the situation in front of him was so weird that everyone could notice the abnormality.

As time ticked by, five minutes passed quickly, and there was still no response from the students whose names were called.

When the time was up, a strange smile appeared on the teacher's face: "Zhang Jieyue has not completed the task, and will be punished by death!"

As he said that, he actually hugged his head with both hands and twisted it by more than 160 degrees. Immediately, blood splattered everywhere, screams resounded throughout the classroom, and everyone ran away frantically.

But what was even more frightening was what happened next. After the Chinese language teacher finished speaking, Zhang Jieyue stood up from the toilet in a daze, walked directly to the window, and then jumped.

No one responded to the sudden death of the two people. The screams had already resounded through the classroom, and everyone ran away frantically.

It wasn't until dozens of minutes later that sirens sounded in the campus. The police, the head teacher, and the principal all came to the classroom, began to collect the bodies, and interrogated each student about what happened.

What everyone said was very different, and they had received other shocks, but they had already lost their minds and asked for too much useful information.

So after roughly asking about the situation, the police officers did not stay and left the campus with the two bodies.

The head teacher also gave everyone a holiday, allowing them to stay in the classroom and rest peacefully until they need to do their homework.

At this moment, no one had any thoughts of doing homework. They just gathered together in small groups and communicated in low voices. Everyone's face was full of panic and fear.

"What on earth is going on? It's really terrifying. How could Teacher Yu..."

"Stop talking, stop talking, I feel so scared just thinking about it!"

"And Zhang Jieyue, I saw his eyes suddenly glazed over, and then he jumped directly from upstairs. It was really scary."

"Is there something dirty in our classroom? Or is our teacher cursed?"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense. Maybe this is what happened, and everything will be fine later."

"I hope so!"

…

However, the situation did not go as well as they expected.

The supernatural events have enveloped them, how can they easily escape?

The next day, they went to school as usual. Everyone had dark circles under their eyes and looked very tired.

After all, seeing teachers and students die in the classroom at the same time, no one could get a good night's sleep if they went back at night, so the atmosphere in the classroom was still lifeless.

Beside the podium, there was even a small amount of blood stains left, which had not been cleaned up. As long as I saw it, I could recall the horrific and bloody scene last night, and I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

I originally thought that as time passed, this matter would be gradually forgotten and their lives would return to track.

But during the first class, the only phenomenon suddenly appeared.

I saw blood-red words start to appear on the blackboard for no reason.

Someone noticed immediately and looked at this scene in horror. Finally, everyone quickly raised their heads and stared at the blood-red fonts on the blackboard.

[Second task: Han Xiaolei takes off her shirt and pants and dances in front of the whole class for 10 minutes. The time limit is 20 minutes. If the task is not completed within the specified time, the penalty will be death. 】

Bang bang bang!

The math teacher saw everyone's dull eyes, knocked on the table hard, frowned and said: "Everyone turned their eyes to me, they are still wondering what time it is. The hundred-day sprint for the college entrance examination, when I saw the words on the blackboard No words, do you understand the meaning of sprint? Whether you will work on the ground or blow the air conditioner in the office for the rest of your life is determined by these 100 days. Do you understand that there are still people..."

At this moment, no one paid attention to the teacher's scolding. The words on the blackboard had completely frightened them.

At this moment, only one voice remembered in their hearts: "Yesterday's events are not over yet, the disaster has just begun."

When the name of the female classmate was mentioned, Han Xiaolei was so anxious that she almost cried. She was a tall, beautiful girl who had studied dancing since she was a child.

After seeing the tasks on the blackboard, my eyes were already red, and I couldn't hide my frightened look. I kept muttering in my mouth: "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?"

If we were talking about yesterday, how could we still care about these fonts and loudly reprimand whose prank this was?

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