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

The life teacher's ears moved slightly, his eyes moved down three inches, squinted at the person in front of him and said coldly:

"Unqualified".

After he finished speaking, the corners of his straight mouth curled up into a mocking smile, and the sinister and cold light in his eyes was revealed without any disguise.

"How can it be!".

The loud words of fear and surprise echoed in the quiet cafeteria.

"I... clearly didn't waste any food!".

He murmured questioning words without thinking.

Many people in the team frowned, and secret eyes from all directions were focused on the tableware recycling bin.

The silver-white plate glowed with a clean white light without even a trace of oil. Some people would probably believe it was a new plate from the factory.

The corners of the life teacher's mouth widened, and a cold and teasing look flashed in his eye sockets.

The tone is unclear:

"Are you trying to say that I wronged you?"

The voice was low-pressure, and a strong sense of malice came over me.

The student who faced this pressure turned pale, and he unconsciously stepped back and said:

“No…no.”

The courage that had just been erected collapsed in an instant, and after uttering a word with difficulty, his pale face added a sense of transparent fragility.

When the life teacher saw this, the raging storm in his eyes subsided slightly, and a trace of joy quickly passed by.

He won.

It is easy to suppress and crush the opponent's arrogance.

This irrepressible and intense pleasure of being above everyone else intoxicated him both physically and mentally.

The life teacher glanced at the student standing unsteadily in front of him and his eyebrows twitched.

In an instant, the recycling bin stretched out its body and swallowed the student who was one step away from it.

There was a snap.

The lid of the cutlery recycling bin fell, and a muffled scream came from inside the tightly closed bin.

Soon, the lid of the barrel opened, revealing neatly arranged and clean tableware, which fell backwards and onto the barrel.

Qin Mo did not find blood, pieces of clothing, hair, or even bone fragments in the recycling bin when he opened it again.

Apart from the neatly placed tableware in the barrel, there was no trace of anyone.

It seemed as if everything that happened before was an illusion.

The confrontation between the two came to an end.

Qin Mo calmly withdrew his gaze.

Every step they take into this school is like playing a minesweeper game, and no one knows whether the next step will hit a mine and be crushed to pieces.

Qin Mo's long eyelashes moved slightly, hiding the dark light of thought in his eyes.

The key point is the rules.

The reason why the life teacher could take action was because he had first labeled the other person as a bad kid.

As long as you can prove that you are not a bad kid, the teacher cannot hit you directly.

If you take forceful action, you will most likely be punished.

On the surface, teachers in this school can punish students at will, but in reality they are also restricted by the rules.

Otherwise, they would not have chosen another way that is troublesome for them and make students speechless about the label of bad kids.

Perhaps this was the reason why, when he felt students retort several times, both Shi Demei and the life teacher were displeased and tensed up, but they still suppressed their violent emotions and patiently confronted the students.

Consciousness determines actions, actions determine results, and consciousness comes from the subconscious.

The body's subconscious actions can often reveal many little secrets, and most people cannot deliberately train to control this kind of uncontrolled reaction.

So in life, some people often say that subconscious reactions cannot deceive people.

Qin Mo took a step forward and followed the puppet classmate at a proper distance.

Her black feather-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her light amber eyes swept across the neatly arranged plates in the recycling bin.

The plate is clean, but the label of bad boy is still on him.

This is the key to the other party's death.

The number of people in front of him kept decreasing, and Qin Mo's eyes moved.

He noticed a phenomenon.

The life teacher gives trouble to those humans like him who have sneaked into Yongye Junior High School.

The classmates of the puppet classmate put down the cutlery in their hands without looking away, and their cautious movements revealed a hint of casualness.

He put down the plate and left the life teacher calmly, and before leaving, he did not forget to say softly, "Teacher Fan, thank you for your hard work."

In contrast, Qin Mo and his group seemed indifferent on the surface, but could hardly hide their vigilant and cautious eyes.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Fan gently waved his hand and said casually:

"Let's go".

He seemed not interested in the compliments from students at all.

A small movement of raising his chin revealed his true thoughts.

Someone in the team had a sudden idea and imitated the expressions and movements of the students who had passed the test, and carefully placed the plate in his hand on the neatly arranged tableware in the tableware recycling bin.

He performed the whole act and didn't forget to add a sentence at the end.

Teacher Fan, thank you for your hard work.

The life teacher raised his eyelids slightly and glanced back and forth at the other person with cold eyes.

Under the pressure as heavy as a mountain, sweat kept coming out of the opponent's forehead and hanging in the corners of his eyes.

Like a silent cry.

After a short tea, the life teacher finally showed mercy and said:

"Well, let's go back to the classroom!".

Then the life teacher turned his gaze to the long line, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes.

It's like an experienced fisherman casting a long line to catch a big fish.

Once there is the first person who eats crabs, there will be a second person who eats crabs.

When the second person passed the test in the same way, most of the remaining people naturally didn't want to think about it anymore.

Even if two out of three fail, the rest will just think that those two didn't do well enough.

Instead of thinking whether there is something wrong with the method itself or whether there is something wrong with the examiner.

Everyone was like monkeys being played around by their life teacher, unable to escape.

Qin Mo had only one idea.

A whole morning at Yongye Junior High School was not enough to teach these people what reality is.

This group of people will most likely not be able to escape the re-training stage.

I sighed helplessly.

After several people got into trouble one after another, Qin Mo had already figured out the key to passing the life teacher level.

As long as safety is guaranteed, he would naturally be willing to speak up and give some advice.

But now he was in an extremely quiet environment, and even the slightest difficulty in breathing might attract the attention of the life teacher, let alone making any sound.

Under the deception of life teachers, more and more people are dying in tableware recycling bins.

Qin Mo's position happened to be at the front of the team, and it would be his and his puppet classmate's turn in a few seconds.

The puppet student in front put down the plate in his hand and walked straight towards the door of the cafeteria without saying the familiar words "Teacher Fan, thank you for your hard work"

The life teacher standing by nodded without saying a word.

Qin Mo's thoughts were verified once again, and he became more and more convinced that the direction of his thinking was correct.

This scene fell into the eyes of more and more people, and more and more people's faces were tense and suddenly revealed a sense of defeat.

Someone quickly realized something and his eyes suddenly widened and then narrowed.

Qin Mo placed his soft fingertips under the cold and slippery plate, slowly bent down and put the plate down.

The extremely exaggerated slow motion quickly attracted a lot of attention.

Qin Mo held his breath and stared at the plate that kept falling off his fingertips until it completely fell out of his hand.

Qin Mo then stood up to breathe.

The group of people who had been watching the whole process with their faces flushed suddenly came to their senses, opened their mouths and slowly took a deep breath of oxygen.

You should understand!

Qin Mo pursed his deep red lips slightly, his gaze fixed.

The life teacher put away the teasing in his eyes and showed a complicated look, and opened his lips to urge:

"Hurry back to the classroom."

Qin Mo lowered his head slightly and walked towards the door.

The group of people watched him go away and thanked him secretly in their hearts.