Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

Every time he passed a classroom, Qin Mo's depressed mood became even more severe.

Fortunately, the three little guys were delighted when the new shadow's body approached, allowing him to effortlessly find his target among the monotonous crowd.

Qin Mo swayed and carefully controlled his body to land on the windowsill. He looked at the three little guys sitting upright in the classroom through the iron bars and glass.

Outside the window, the sun is shining, birds are singing, and flowers are blooming, but the classroom is silent and still.

A breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers easily passed through the iron bars, teasing the expressionless students.

Not getting the response he had expected, Breeze got angry and flipped the test paper off the textbook.

A naughty snow-white test paper is like a butterfly that has broken free from its shackles and is dancing in the air, its agile dance moves constantly changing with the fragrance of flowers.

The edges of the snow-white test paper sparkled with bright sunlight, like precious diamonds.

The best audience members, however, kept sitting in their chairs with their heads down, not daring to look any further.

The test paper fell to the ground, and no one tried to pick it up, not even the slightest bit of hesitation in his eyes.

Qin Mo's scrutinizing gaze swept over each student, his brows slightly furrowed.

He also didn't know whether a body made of mist had a so-called center between the eyebrows.

I just felt that the people sitting in the classroom were not human beings, but puppets with only bodies but no souls.

The puppets' backs were straight and their heads were slightly lowered, and the positions of their bodies seemed to have been measured and were accurate to the minute.

Suddenly, Qin Mo noticed that the student who lost the test paper was shaking violently.

The tip of the pen held in his right hand kept making a harsh tapping sound on the table, but he never chose to put the pen down.

The people around him turned a deaf ear to the noise he made and sat quietly in their own seats.

The clouds in the sky blocked the bright golden sunlight, and the classroom suddenly became dark, and the breeze turned into a cold and gloomy wind.

There was an eerie silence.

Suddenly, all the students moved their right hands synchronously and the tiny sound of pen tips sliding across paper could be heard in the classroom.

It's like a machine that has been set to start at the scheduled time.

Qin Mo opened his eyes slightly, and his throat rolled slightly.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the dead silent corridor, and the sound of heavy footsteps drowned out the sound of paper pages.

Slowly approaching the classroom.

As the dull footsteps approached, Qin Mo could see that the student who lost the test paper was shaking with more fear.

A sense of despair overflowed from his numb eyes and enveloped his entire body, as if the executioner's blade was hanging above his neck.

But at least there was some life.

Qin Mo glanced at the end of the corridor, squeezed through the narrow iron bars, and rushed towards the place where the test paper fell.

A ball of black mist staggered and lifted up the test paper on the ground. The test paper swayed left and right and fell from the sky onto the table like a kite with a broken string.

Qin Mo crawled out from under the test paper and lay on the pile of textbooks nearby. He saw the child staring at the test paper on the desk with slightly wide eyes.

The trembling body stopped shaking, and a glimmer of light appeared in the numb eyes.

It was like a dazzling red sun rising from the dark and cold horizon.

The moment the classroom door was opened, the children had already joined the writing army.

The dark clouds outside the window dissipated, and the warm light filled the entire classroom again, dispelling the coolness in the corners.

Everything was calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

Qin Mo stayed at his desk, hiding his achievements and fame.

bang——

With a bang, the door hit the wall.

The moment the door opened, the light in the sky quickly disappeared.

The overwhelming dark clouds swept in and instantly swallowed up the entire sky, revealing a faint dark red.

Qin Mo could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly changed, and it was filled with a gloomy, cold and murderous aura.

A blatant and malicious gaze swept around, as if selecting a target to attack.

Qin Mo took advantage of the fact that no one could see him and crawled out of the desk and looked towards the door openly.

I saw a tall man in a suit standing at the door of the classroom, his eyes full of hostility and his eyelids slightly drooping as he looked down at the students in the room.

The cold and indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered instead of people.

There was a stick-like object held in his broad hands, and wherever his eyes swept he could see students trembling uncontrollably.

None of the forty-plus students dared to look him in the eye.

It was as if he was holding a sharp butcher knife in his hand, and the first person to look at him would be the next target to be slaughtered.

The breath of helplessness and despair continued to penetrate Qin Mo's body.

A pair of blood-red eyes suddenly emerged from a black mist and stared at the man at the door.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Mo lost control of his body and felt a violent and violent aura surging in his heart.

Coming back to his senses, Qin Mo saw the tall man raise his eyes and let out a wanton and happy laugh.

His stretched facial features were slightly distorted, revealing a look of madness.

Qin Mo's heart tightened, and he had a bad feeling.

The dull sound of footsteps mixed with knocking sounds sounded again, and the stick-like object in the broad palm fell on every tabletop as he walked.

Qin Mo silently watched the man walking around in the classroom, the sound of his footsteps coming near and far drilling into his mind.

It is intimidation and also a threat.

Suddenly, Qin Mo saw a man grab a student's pen and pull it out.

The man casually played with the pen on his fingertips, with a sinister smile on his face and said meaningfully:

"Oh! Why is the classmate so careless?"

"Have you forgotten what your teacher taught you?"

The students' eyes turned red after hearing these words.

The man glanced at the child with a playful look:

"Hold the pen firmly...only bad kids don't take their teacher's words to heart."

"Are you a bad boy?".

The student whose pen was taken away trembled, lowered his head and choked with tears:

"I... I am not..."

The man who heard the reply had a malicious smile in his eyes and immediately concluded:

"No! You are a bad boy."

Qin Mo gritted his teeth secretly.

Pooh!

Bullying children is a shame!

How could a child’s strength possibly surpass that of an adult…this bastard did it on purpose.

It’s a pity that it’s not his own body, otherwise he would have rushed up to teach the bastard a lesson on how to behave as a human being.

The man took advantage of the situation and bent over, leaning closer to her face, and said with a gloomy look:

"It seems... the teacher needs to spend some time to make you, a bad boy, remember this."

The child finally couldn't hold it in and broke down in tears, mumbling the word "no" intermittently.

Affected by the crying, the negative emotions in the classroom increased, and Qin Mo intuitively felt that the power of this new shadow was increasing.

The man was annoyed by the sharp crying and said with disgust:

"A good child is one who admits his mistakes and corrects them, while a bad child needs to be reformed."

"Disturbing other students is something bad kids do... This is very bad behavior and needs to be taught."

As he spoke, the man curled his lips and pulled the child out of the chair, dragging him out of the classroom.

No one tried to stop the whole process, as if they were used to it.

A moment later, the man returned to the classroom, but the child was no longer around him.

Qin Mo realized from the reactions of the other children that the child was probably in a bad situation.

Bad boy, bad boy.

Qin Mo was in deep thought.

Why does this man insist on labeling the child as a bad kid, as if that is the only way he can do something to the child?

Does this school have a school rule that stipulates this?