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

With his eyes closed, Qin Mo became more sensitive to what was happening inside the classroom.

The cool touch of the breeze that blows gently on your hair, the fragrance of the sun and books, the rustling sound of the leaves of the textbooks swaying, and the sense of urgency and suffocation brought by unknown dangers.

A different world slowly unfolds before Qin Mo, who has temporarily lost his vision.

Time passes by like running water.

Two minutes or half an hour later, the breathing sounds in the classroom disappeared quietly.

The world seemed to shrink until only the palm-sized space where Qin Mo was sitting remained.

Gradually, the noise of the world faded away, and Qin Mo could only hear the rapid beating of his own heart.

The palpitations from the oppression of his heart continued, and anxiety was like a chain that demanded his life.

There seemed to be a bewitching voice in my ear.

Don't resist, open your eyes.

Various emotions intertwined in his heart, forming a big net that trapped Qin Mo's stubborn resistance.

Qin Mo had not completely lost his mind, and of course he knew that the danger was not far away.

The best way to deal with random thoughts is to find other things to do instead.

So Qin Mo stopped paying attention to external things and focused his attention on numbers.

1...2...3...

If possible, Qin Mo would rather just take a nap.

When he closed his eyes, he deliberately looked at the time on the panel.

Based on the normal lunch break time, it will take about 2 hours to finish.

Qin Mo counted until his nerves became numb.

A sudden scream pulled Qin Mo's mind back to the right track, as it had almost gone astray.

As expected, the other party hasn't left yet.

If Qin Mo really listened to the temptation in his heart and opened his eyes, he would immediately see the life teacher who had long since left, with a wooden face and his head placed next to his arm, staring at him without blinking.

The distance between the two was only a foot.

The cold and hot breaths intertwined with each other, like the convection of cold and warm air.

The fluttering of Qin Mo's hair was not the wind sneaking in from the window, but the airflow generated by the life teacher's breathing.

Suddenly, a low shout was heard in the dead silence.

Like a stone thrown into the lake, ripples appeared on the calm water surface.

"Huh!".

The moment of speaking.

Qin Mo rested his left fist on his right hand and rotated counterclockwise at lightning speed.

Ah!

After a scream, two or three hurried footsteps were heard quickly.

The fist hit the opponent's face, and the strong blow made the opponent involuntarily take several steps back.

Qin Mo only felt his fist sinking into a pile of soft flesh, and then a scream pierced his eardrums.

Qin Mo used up all his strength in this attack, and although the opponent could withstand it, he was obviously in pain.

The life teacher covered her face and turned her back to the camera at the back of the classroom, then suddenly twisted her upper body 90 degrees clockwise.

It looks like a vertical triangle with legs.

A pair of eyes filled with hostility and resentment stared at Qin Mo who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Those who had black smoke coming out of their ancestral graves in the previous life were fortunate enough to witness this scene with their own eyes. Their pupils trembled and they held their breath.

He was afraid that he would make some noise and attract the attention of the extremely angry life teacher.

He dared to open his eyes and take a peek because he relied on the treasures he obtained in the monster tide.

I didn't expect that there was someone more ruthless than him and he directly attacked the life teacher.

Glancing at his life teacher who could no longer be called a human being, he felt so miserable that he dared not look at him again.

The life teacher's originally smooth and well-proportioned facial features were smashed by a punch, causing her nose to droop and her two eyes, the size of glass beads, to bulge out.

The whites of his eyes were covered with red bloodshot, like an evil spirit coming to take his life.

Qin Mo retracted his hand after punching and adjusted his posture at the same time.

He smacked his lips and began to snooze again.

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

The life teacher frowned as he watched Qin Mo's natural and smooth movements.

After a moment, Qin Mo's lips trembled slightly, and intermittent mumbling in his sleep lingered on his lips.

"I...I...am not someone who can be bullied...don't touch my book."

Her fingertips also trembled slightly in response to his words.

Sleepwalking?

In his memory, quite a few students have experienced this phenomenon.

Sleepwalking occurs when external pressure from the real world is put into the spiritual world and becomes unbearable.

He never believed in it.

To him, it's just pretentious.

There was a flash of sarcasm in the life teacher's eyes.

What a coward.

When I was bullied, I could only fight back in my dreams.

If it were him, he would beat the other person hard once and for all until he no longer dared to approach him.

It must have just been a coincidence.

Today’s students are spoiled and cannot endure any hardship, which was never the case with them in their past.

A hint of cruelty flashed across the life teacher's eyes.

You should train to death. If you don't die from training, then train to death.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt an invisible force flowing into his body.

The pleasure brought by the strength overshadowed the pain of twisting the body, and the life teacher's mouth curled up into a fishy smile.

All these negative thoughts turned into power and became part of the life teacher.

Qin Mo's sleep talk turned into teeth grinding.

The sound of upper and lower teeth grinding echoed clearly in the classroom.

This series of actions completely convinced the life teacher, who suppressed his anger and suffered a loss in silence.

After a while.

The life teacher straightened the right-angled body with a click.

The injured organs on the face also began to make subtle crackling sounds, as if a craftsman was busy repairing his tools.

The sunken nose gradually emerged from the sunken skin that had lost its smooth luster, and the bulging eyes also retracted into the eye sockets.

The area of ​​the white of the eye shrank rapidly, and the red bloodshot disappeared without a trace.

But those eyes, as deep as the abyss, never left Qin Mo, and their infrared-like gaze kept scanning back and forth.

As long as Qin Mo reveals the slightest flaw, he will be swallowed by the abyss.

The life teacher's eyes flickered, and he suddenly appeared in front of Qin Mo.

The pitch-black nails turned into sharp daggers the moment they approached Qin Mo, like a poisonous snake with bared fangs.

Qin Mo's eyelid was one millimeter away from the tip of the knife, and his fair and tender skin could not withstand the sharp weapon at all.

The tip of the knife was pitch black and emitting a chilling cold air.

He was testing whether Qin Mo was really asleep.

Qin Mo's breathing was steady, and his lips occasionally collided and made sounds.

He was very satisfied, as if the nightmare he had had turned into a good dream.

The life teacher's dark and deep eyes moved, and the sharp dagger turned back into human nails.

He couldn't do anything without a legitimate reason.

After taking his hand back, the life teacher stood quietly beside Qin Mo's desk.

It was obvious that he was only interested in finding out what Qin Mo had missed and had no interest in anyone else.

The camera at the back of the classroom was still running, honestly transmitting everything that happened in the classroom.

Qin Mo's eyelids trembled violently, as if he was about to open his eyes and wake up in the next second.

I feel hopeful.

The life teacher's eyes lit up and he quickly approached.

Suddenly, Qin Mo's eyelids twitched, and in a flash he quickly attacked with his left fist.

The life teacher's pupils shrank and he stepped back quickly.

The punch missed, and Qin Mo slowly withdrew his hand and hid it under his right arm.

The corners of his mouth, hidden within his arms, curled up in an imperceptible arc.

He knew that his punch would definitely not hit the opponent and he didn't intend to hit the opponent.

If he hits the opponent again, he will definitely be furious. For the time being, he has no intention of fighting to the death.

The advantage of this is that the life teacher no longer dares to get too close to Qin Mo. Being embarrassed once is enough to make him angry.