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Feng Changyun didn't just think about it casually, she really felt that this plan was very feasible.

They are not humans anyway, at least not normal humans.

To put it in perspective, even if they are human beings, they don’t seem to die that easily.

I might be able to put it back after some research.

Just when Feng Changyun decided that she would quietly kidnap someone and dismember him when there were fewer people around, a bald man walked in from outside.

There was a smile on his face, but the smile was very strange, with a small arc. At first glance, it gave people a kind feeling.

But if you stare at him for more than three seconds, you will notice that there are no other subtle expression changes on his face, and that smile seems to be frozen on his face.

That weird feeling came again.

The ghost teacher stood on the podium, holding a big bag that was still dripping with blood.

The bag was black, so you couldn't see what was inside, but the strong smell of blood and putrefaction was very strong. As soon as he entered, the whole classroom was filled with this smell, which was disgusting.

The ghost teacher twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, as if he wanted to show a brighter smile.

But on his whole face, only his mouth was pulled to both sides, and the rest of his facial expressions remained motionless, which gave people an even weirder feeling.

"The exam is today." He spoke, his voice like a broken bellows pulling back and forth, which made the listener uncomfortable.

"I hope you all do well on your exams. This is a crucial year for you."

As he spoke, he took out a gold sign still dripping with blood from the black bag, with the words "Grade 3 ()" written in red letters.

"From today on, you will be high school seniors. You must study hard and don't let me down."

After saying that, he pulled off the sign of Class 3 (3) of Senior High School with his bare hands and replaced it with the sign of Class () of Senior High School which was nailed on the door.

Then he took out a stack of papers from the black bag. The papers had been soaked in blood for who knows how long. Not to mention the foul smell, they were also wrinkled, and some of them were even damaged.

He divided the papers into several piles, and each of the students took one and passed it down.

Those students didn't seem to see the miserable state of the paper, and there was no unnecessary expression on their faces, as if in their eyes, this was just normal paper.

Feng Changyun stared at her piece of paper that was so red that it turned black. There was not a single blank mark. It was really...

Seeing that everyone had received the paper, the ghost teacher took the chalk and started writing on the blackboard: The exam has begun. During the exam, communication is strictly prohibited. Violators will be expelled from the exam room. Exam time: 9:00--11:00, exam subjects: Mathematics (Science).

Then he wrote down the number of big and small questions respectively, and turned to look at everyone: "Now, let's start asking questions."

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[No, who will set the questions on the spot for the exam? 】

[It’s so scary, I really want to watch it but I’m afraid to continue watching it]

[Come on, math, right? Your grandfather was never afraid of anyone in mathematics back then. Do you know why I could only get 150 points in the test? It’s because your paper only has 150 points]

[Big brother, please open the barrage. You probably don’t know these questions. There are many experts in this field in the live broadcast room, who can help you a lot]

[From now on, please keep quiet and don’t continue to post the barrage. Those who know how to solve the problem will post the problem-solving process and answers on the barrage. Those who have a bottle that is still and half a bottle of water will wait a moment. Don’t be in a hurry to speak.]

The little black ball obediently dangled in front of Feng Changyun again. Feng Changyun clicked on the barrage panel and saw this sentence.

She smiled and nodded slightly to indicate that she had seen it.

"The first question is, if a neighbor's child comes to your house and says there is no one at home, and wants to stay at your house until his family comes back, what should you do at this time?"

Feng Changyun:?

[What the hell is the topic? Aren't you talking about mathematics? Does your math problem look like this? 】

【what is this? What is this question? Should we analyze it from a social perspective or a philosophical perspective? Or something else]

[Don’t panic, don’t panic, although this person is a ghost, his identity is a teacher, so the answer must be from the perspective of neighbors helping each other]

[You said it was a ghost, so you definitely can’t answer it with normal people’s thinking]

This was the first time Feng Changyun encountered such a situation, and it was also the first time he came into contact with such ghosts. He didn't know much about their nature.

Judging from the news I heard before, it is definitely impossible to answer this question from a normal person's perspective.

If you answer the question according to the thoughts of ghosts, the answer is undoubtedly that the more ferocious the better.

But the netizens are right. This is a school after all. Will this be allowed to happen?

Is there any neutral answer? Neither helping him nor harming him.

Feng Changyun thought for a while, then held up her sleeves and wrote her answer on the blood-covered paper with disgust.

Unfortunately, the paper had been soaked in blood for too long, and the pen was too hard. One stroke directly cut the paper.

She frowned, how to write this?

Glancing at her deskmate, she saw that her good deskmate had skillfully bit his wrist and started answering questions with blood on his fingers.

The blood flowing from her wrist was not red, but black, so there was no problem in using it as ink.

Not just her, almost everyone is doing it.

Feng Changyun:......

This idea cannot be understood by normal people.

Feng Changyun: "I'll lend you your blood."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the little girl's reaction, he quickly took out the writing brush from the storage ring and stretched it out to her wrist, dipped in ink in her dull eyes and started to answer the question.

In the live broadcast room, I called him "good guy".

Although Feng Changyun's voice was very low, the classroom was too quiet, and any sound would be infinitely amplified. Tang Ying in front of her gave her a thumbs up.

The teacher standing on the podium immediately looked at her, with a strange excitement in his eyes: "During the exam, whispering is prohibited. This is the first time."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth suddenly split open, and the flesh and blood separated, revealing the white bones underneath, and blood dripped down. He seemed to feel no pain at all.

A pair of eyes widened and protruded, his tongue flicked around his face, and his saliva mixed with flesh and blood was thrown at the face of the classmate sitting in front of him.

Lei Yong endured his nausea and wiped his face quietly, not daring to look back and glare at Feng Changyun.

Feng Changyun frowned, suppressing her impatience and continued to answer the questions.

[Boss, how about we continue to violate the rules? Let’s see how he kills people]

[Farewell, farewell, it’s okay if there’s only one big boss. There are so many of them. If it doesn’t work, won’t it harm everyone? 】

After answering the question and putting down his pen, the ghost teacher still stared at Feng Changyun with his eyes, as if staring at some prey.

Seeing Feng Changyun stop, his voice came up in the next second: "Feng Changyun, read your answer. If you answer it wrong, you will be punished..."

When he spoke later, his voice was almost swallowed in his throat.

The other players suddenly frowned and cast worried or gloating looks at Feng Changyun.

Feng Changyun stood up and read out her answer: "I'm in a hurry to kill people. I don't have time. I'll talk about it later."