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

Unfortunately, they were not familiar with each other, and they had no idea how many people were missing and how many were added to the classroom.

The people who are added will not easily expose themselves to others.

This speculation is destined not to be confirmed.

The lucky guy who didn't enter the nightmare space had a flash of understanding in his eyes, and took the initiative to reach out and pat the other person's shoulder to comfort him:

"Brother, it's okay, you're out."

The man who was called brother gave a pale smile and left the crowd without saying anything else. It was obvious that he was not comforted.

Then someone in the crowd murmured.

"It's not okay to be awake, and it's not okay to be asleep. There's no way to survive here..."

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Negativity and pessimism are like the thick dark clouds before a summer rainstorm, weighing down on everyone's heads.

Suddenly, the bell rang again in the classroom, breaking the heavy silence.

Everyone's nerves tensed up and they all looked towards the source of the sound.

After a moment, someone suppressed his fear and said:

"The previous one should be the preparatory bell...the current one is the bell for the official start of class."

Thinking of something, fear suddenly appeared in his eyes and he continued:

"Class is about to start."

"Let's get back to our seats!"

After saying this, he didn't even wait to see if anyone responded to his words, and walked towards his original seat without even looking up.

After the people who had gathered together dispersed and sat down neatly, a red light flashed by the circular camera at the back of the classroom.

It was like a silent sneer.

Qin Mo loosened his fingers that were pinching the pages of the book, and his fingertips brushed across the slightly wrinkled corners of the book.

A hint of disappointment appeared in his half-closed eyes.

The conversation among this group of people all revolved around lunch break, and the information he heard was actually not of much help to him.

You can also just say no.

The greater the hopes Qin Mo had, the greater the disappointments he received.

Slight pain between eyebrows.

Qin Mo subconsciously pressed his fingertips hard on the paper, as if this could relieve the accumulated fatigue in his heart.

Maintaining a high level of concentration for a long time made Qin Mo mentally exhausted and his head ached slightly.

But I can't relax yet.

Because what awaits him next is not only an entire afternoon of classes, but also unexpected challenges from his subject teacher.

Then I thought of the life teacher who was hiding in the dark and had malicious intentions.

Qin Mo's heart was filled with rage, and irritability instantly surged in his heart.

Fortunately, I had enough patience to hold on to my sanity which was about to fall off the edge of the cliff.

For a moment, he was grateful for the deterrence left by Shi Demei and others.

No one dared to look around during class, so there was no need to worry that my strange behavior just now would be noticed by someone with ulterior motives.

Compared to things that have not happened yet, there is one thing that Qin Mo cares about more.

That is, he keenly realized that whether he was trapped in time travel before or dealing with the crisis now.

He acted less impulsively and seemed to have thrown all his previous calmness out of the window.

The emotionality was almost too obvious to be ignored.

It would be better if you didn’t notice it, since you have already realized that your behavior is wrong.

It is necessary to get to the bottom of it and seek a result.

Qin Mo began to review his memory constantly.

I discovered that there were signs of all this early on.

He took the initiative to make friends with Xiaoyueliang, accepted his younger brother Yongzhou, and Zhima who always stayed by his side...their existence is the best proof of his emotionality.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes were filled with dark light, and a hint of complexity flashed across his expressionless face.

It is said that you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.

Qin Mo was familiar with the saying, "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts."

His actions were not even remotely close to that.

An idea flashed through my mind.

Qin Mo's fingertips trembled.

Could it be that the law of reduced intelligence is not on the villain, but on him instead?

A chill ran down my spine.

The irritability in my heart was suppressed by the coldness, and I regained some rationality.

Qin Mo shook his head almost imperceptibly.

It’s just that my emotions are more easily out of control than before, and it’s a bit of an exaggeration to say that my intelligence has dropped.

The reason for this is that he was affected by the power of shadow.

Ever since he knew that the power of shadow would affect human nature, Qin Mo had been secretly keeping an eye on it.

I thought if I paid more attention there would be no problem, but I didn't expect this force to infiltrate me silently.

This power is truly hard to guard against.

No wonder Hua Chi reminded me again and again.

Qin Mo frowned silently.

But to be honest, I'm not stupid because I'm magnified!

A sneer interrupted Qin Mo's confusion and directed his gaze forward.

Shi Demei stood upright on the podium, with six small piles of white test papers placed on the table in front of him.

The sneer on his face was very glaring.

Shi Demei glanced at the students below and said coldly:

[Don't think you can rest easy after entering this school. The entrance exam is now underway.]

You will be divided into classes based on your test scores.

[There are 32 classes in total. The better the grades, the higher the ranking and the more resources the class gets.]

Qin Mo's eyes moved and he closed the book.

If the class is changed to an exam, maybe he can relax a little.

Shi Demei raised her eyelids and tapped the test paper with her fingers:

[Students in the first row each come up and take one copy, and distribute them one by one]

Qin Mo took out his own test paper and placed the remaining test papers on the desk behind him.

Quickly browse through the contents of the test paper.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

No big deal.

He previously had a part-time job tutoring all courses for primary and secondary school students, and he used this knowledge with ease.

Shi Demei stared at his watch expressionlessly and said calmly:

[The exam ends at 5 o'clock, start answering questions now]

Qin Mo's mind moved, he opened the panel, estimated the current time and started answering the questions.

The flow rate here is different from the time flow rate on the panel, but you can also use the panel time to estimate how much time you have left.

This test paper is comprehensive and includes almost all the content to be learned. It will take less than a few hours to finish.

Judging from this, the students around him may have already completed the knowledge content for the next few years, and they may come here just to consolidate their knowledge.

Otherwise, the contents of these exams would be very abrupt.

The pen and ink moved quickly on the white test paper, leaving black marks, and the sound of turning the test paper continued.

While Qin Mo and others were concentrating on answering questions, Shi Demei strode out of the classroom.

Time passed little by little, and Qin Mo only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes.

The tip of the pen moving smoothly in his hand paused for a moment.

Qin Mo took advantage of the time when the test papers were flipping and discovered that someone had slipped away from the classroom.

There was a person who slipped away and his seat was relatively close to Qin Mo. Qin Mo took a quick look at him.

I found that on the test paper on the other person's desk, there was not a single fill-in-the-blank question except for the multiple-choice questions.

I guess he doesn't know how to write this test, so he just gives up answering the questions and actively looks for opportunities.

Just as Qin Mo was thinking about the consequences of such behavior, a report suddenly came from the radio.

[Candidate No. 46, Candidate No. 486, Candidate No. 45, Candidate No. 456, four candidates handed in their papers and left the examination room early]

Qin Mo's pen tip moved slightly, and the sound of the radio sounded again.

This time, it was reported that several candidates handed in their papers early and left the examination room.

There was a candidate who stepped out of the classroom door but regretted it and wanted to come back to answer the questions. He put his foot back into the classroom and turned around the next second his body was broken into several pieces and scattered in front of the classroom door.

Even if he regrets it, it depends on whether the rules allow him to repent.