The villain of Kuaishou is my treasure

【This is really...】

[I have to admit that Xueba's memory and observation skills are just fine! 】

[Can you remember this kind of details with just a glance? ] 9527 There was a sound of tsk tsk, and the little light group floated to the places Pei Fang mentioned, looked carefully, and after a moment, he was surprised and said: [Sister Rao, he is right, it is all true, there is no omission at all! 】

【so……】

He is awesome!

【Changle Ghost King's ghost aura is running out! 】Xiao Rao answered, without gossip, but thinking solemnly. At the beginning of the game, the layout of the Little Red Building was so exquisite that it could be called flawless. Such a high-rise building with hundreds of rooms can be an illusion. perfect, but now...

In a simple classroom, Pei Fang saw so many flaws.

Obviously, the Chang, the Face Hugger, and the King of Music Ghosts no longer have ghost power to support the illusion. They can only use the impressions in the students' minds to make up for their dissatisfaction. This has caused this situation of four different images.

Of course, after so much wear and tear, it is completely normal for his cultivation base to decrease. Now, he probably has only...

[Slightly stronger than Li Gui! 】Xiao Rao, who also took the ghost cultivating route, accurately judged the status quo of Chang, the face-hugging bug, and the ghost king. She pinched her chin and thought,【Probably equal to two pen immortals! 】

[I think it's time to fight! 】

The fundamental reason why she follows the rules of Chang, Face Hugger, and Le Ghost King to play any ghost games is that she can't beat him, and she is afraid of casualties. But now, the strength of Chang, Face Hugger, and Le Ghost King has been greatly reduced. !

Even without her, Pei Fang alone could do it.

Do you understand the blood-stained 'killing sister in your arms'?

With absolute strength, why play any 'game'?Now, the only thing to take care of is these teachers who are possessed by ghosts!

Gotta keep their bodies.

Xiao Rao was thinking about it, when suddenly, several pieces of chalk fell from the sky, like a celestial girl scattering flowers, and hit Yi Wenle, Wan Bao, Pei Fang and Xiao Rao directly on the heads!

"No talking in class!"

On the desk, the head teacher said in a gloomy tone, he was holding a textbook in his hand, and there was a thick stack of test papers in the classroom.

Xiao Rao: ...

Pei Fang: ...

Wanbao: ...

Evanle: ...

Well, it is indeed their homeroom teacher' duty', let's see how accurate this fan is!

"Today, let's take a model test to find out everyone's bottom line. Students in the first row, pass the papers down. No chattering, no plagiarism..."

The head teacher shouted and handed the paper to the students in the first row.

classmate:……

Confused and skillful, he passed the paper back.

Row after row, the papers were passed to Xiao Rao and the others. She looked down and saw that it was a Chinese test paper on the ab side, only two pages, not much content, but there were reading comprehension and composition.

Ahh!

The dead high school essay suddenly attacked me!

Looking at this proposition composition, Xiao Rao suddenly had an urge to face the boss, the face-hugger, and the king of music ghosts, rather than take the exam.

"Today's exam is 50 minutes long, and we are not allowed to submit papers in advance, and..." the head teacher suddenly raised his voice, grinning, showing a sinister and bloodthirsty smile. He lowered his voice and said coldly: "Our class The average score must reach 150 points!"

"otherwise!"

"There is no need for you to exist."

"The rules of our school, students who do not study well are not allowed to exist. The bounden duty of students is to study!"

"There is one year left, and you are about to take the college entrance examination. No day can be wasted. Therefore, if you score 750 points in the college entrance examination, you must also score 750 points!"

"After my exams, there are English teachers, math teachers..."

"You have to get full marks in every subject. This is the student that the teachers are proud of, the talent of our school, and the foundation of your foothold!"

The head teacher was impassioned, and the students below looked at each other in blank dismay.

"How many?"

"150? Do you want us to get full marks in high school Chinese?"

"No!! Is it possible to get full marks in Chinese?"

"I still have to take the exam? Mathematics? English, etc., and you have to get full marks? The total score is 750, and you have to pass the exam to get 750. Does that mean you can't lose a single point?"

"What are you thinking? Old Ban, did you eat something wrong?"

"Why don't you go to heaven?"

The students broke out, and everyone forgot the double fear of the head teacher and the ghost, and they all jumped up. After all, 750 is simply too nerve-wracking! !

Moreover, Chinese requires a full score of 150. This is Chinese with composition and reading comprehension! !High school Chinese? ?Just kidding?Let's not talk about the composition, after all, there is Pei Fang, the "pervert" with a perfect score in the composition, just talk about reading comprehension?Is it just the style of "over-understanding", "self-indulgence", and "interpretation of eight meanings with one word" in Chinese?

Can anyone really get perfect marks for 'understanding'?

Dig those writers of classical Chinese out of their coffins and give him a pen, he might not even be able to 'understand' what he means, okay?

"Old class, are you joking?"

Wan Bao blurted out.

"Students who don't get full marks don't deserve to stay in school and survive without waking up!" the head teacher replied in a dark voice.

The students were at a loss.

When it was Xiao Rao, he slowly raised half of his eyebrows, "Teacher, what kind of 'school' are you talking about?"

she asked slowly.

The head teacher fixed her strange gaze on her side.

On the side, Yi Wenle regained his composure in a daze, "Rao Rao, we are from Changqing High School, what else can we learn..."

Before the words were finished, the class teacher suddenly spoke, and said in a cold tone: "We are Tingnan Ghost School, don't you remember?"

"Ghost, ghost school?"

The students were startled and full of doubts.

Teachers, classrooms, exams...these venues are so familiar that they instinctively thought that they were still in Changqing High School, but...

What is Tingnan Ghost School?

Does such a school exist in Changqing City?Moreover, the rules of this ghost school are so perverted that they have to get full marks in all subjects?There is a way to survive~~

Ok.

"I think, I know how Tingnan became a 'ghost school'!" Wan Bao grinned and muttered.

Han Lisi's expression was also indescribable, "What do you mean, because you didn't get a perfect score in the test, all the students were turned into ghosts?"

"Hehe, can you pass the exam?" Wan Bao squinted his eyes.

Han Lisi: ...

Although she is a top 680 student in her grade, she can usually score above 700 in the simulation test, and occasionally close to [-], but the perfect score is too inhumane.

Full marks are impossible.

It is impossible to get full marks in this life.

There is no need to talk about a subject!

"What should we do now?" Yi Wenle lowered his head, looked at the two papers on the ab side, and focused on the whole thing.

She is an art candidate! ! !

Her usual Chinese scores, if she can pass 80, is she already worth burning incense? 150 points?What kind of invincible serial daydream?