Help, I've become a paper man

Sunshine, breeze, green trees, classmates...

Song Yi's eyes blurred and he appeared at the school gate. The other players were around him. They were all in the same position as the first day. They had the same boy's face and their experiences were roughly the same.

He wanted to hold it back, but this development was so speechless that he actually laughed out loud.

Day after day, trip after trip.

No one paid attention to his reaction. At this time, there was a creaking sound, and the window of the guard room opened. Blurred voices were heard again. This time, there was no need for the guard to appear. Everyone had already started to move and ran towards the teaching building.

The book is still the same book, now it is considered to be dishonest, there are areas that have not been explored, but this part has been brushed, everyone does not have a guide in hand, but has experienced it personally.

The key point is that the relevant levels and necessary processes have not changed, and it is a repetition of the first day.

No one was late anymore, but when entering the classroom, everyone did not crowd, but entered according to their ranking and quickly. Then everyone realized one thing.

One person is missing.

Song Yi glanced at everyone and after sitting down, he confirmed his guess that the bun from yesterday was gone and other players had also noticed it.

Familiar people looked at each other and began to communicate with their eyes. At this time, the ringing sounded and no one spoke.

In this situation, Song Yi was isolated and helpless. He was in the back row and had no one to communicate with. He was surrounded by NPCs who had taken out their textbooks and the sound of papers flipping could be heard everywhere.

What a great news.

Song Yi still didn't have a textbook. Even in his current position, the students around him were generally inattentive, but he was still the most special. Logically, he should have thought of a solution, but time waited for no one. The next second, the classroom door opened again.

The teacher walked into the classroom, another new face, different from yesterday.

Very different.

Song Yi heard an inhalation sound coming from an unknown player. It was also because of this that he was able to hold back the sound. After all, the "special" part lies in race.

The teacher walked slowly to the podium. The tapping sound of her heels stopped. She turned around, stood facing the students, her body still swaying slightly, and backed away step by step.

This is a young woman with beautiful features. She has long hair tied up behind her head. She is wearing a white suit and thick high-heeled leather boots. She looks like a queen, if her head was not in her arms.

Yes, her head was not on her neck, but held in her arms, swaying back and forth with her footsteps.

The key is that white is too clean, and a little color will be particularly conspicuous. After the fabric is soaked, blood will drip and fall on the ground, becoming the soundtrack of the heels. Only now has this horrible music come to an end.

She retreated to the end and leaned against the blackboard, only then did she steady herself and stop shaking.

The face raised up and looked towards the audience, like a living person. It opened its mouth and exhaled, as if it was breathing a sigh of relief at this moment.

But this meant that her students had no way of "relaxing". They subconsciously held their breath and were almost choked by the air they had just exhaled. It was really intimidating.

Save the students!

Song Yi thought about it, quietly raised his hand, touched his chest, and his fingertips touched the metal. When he felt the familiar texture, Song Yi felt relieved... No way!

This is not an illusion, it is the real appearance.

Song Yi frowned, still finding it hard to believe. It was only the second day and it was no longer the buildings that were transformed, but ghosts were directly coming to teach. There was definitely something wrong with the increased difficulty. It was very likely that the teacher was not the original one, but why?

Didn't they go to eat?

Or did someone die?

Or is it their nocturnal activities?

There were too many uncertain factors, and Song Yi found it difficult to judge, but before he could think about it, the woman's mouth opened and closed, making a hoarse sound.

"One of you is missing," she said.

Song Yi was thinking that it was normal to have few people in a copy, as most of them were dead. But Marutou's situation was special, as the canteen was involved. Song Yi would sigh and say "It's so unpalatable" at the end, but he couldn't say that, as it would be too damaging to his virtue.

Fortunately, he kept his mouth shut, because the next second, the woman spoke again and said:

"It's the one I like best... If that's the case, why are you still alive?"

Her voice became lower and lower, and her eyes slowly opened. Blood flowed out of them and flowed down her cheeks like two bright red rivers.

In an atmosphere of fear, Song Yi poked Noah's Ark and asked quietly in his heart: "Is there something wrong with your modeling? How long has this person been dead? Why is the blood this color? Don't you have any color adjustment?"

"Players are requested to focus on exploration."

The system responded quickly, dispelling Song Yi's thoughts. He originally thought that he could get some information from the rebuttal, but this was not the case. It was something that could not be said, and it was also a kind of signal.

Noah's Ark didn't want him to explore.

Song Yi just smiled when the "teacher" had already started the lecture. The atmosphere was already depressing, and now it was even more terrifying. She began to call on students to ask questions.

This is an "all-hands-on-deck" campaign.

Ever since she asked a classmate to stand up and asked the question "What is one plus one?", Song Yi had a bad feeling, and it was true. After the unlucky NPC returned to "2" normally, a blackboard whip appeared out of thin air and hit the NPC on the back.

She said: "Wrong answer, one plus one is greater than two."

Jumping directly from math problems to logic is tantamount to blatantly replacing concepts by using the identity of a teacher.

Song Yi was secretly alert, but he had no other choice but to observe as much as possible.

She continued to ask questions, calling on one person after another, from "the composition of water" to "the function of air". No matter what the answer was, it would be punished as "wrong". It was more like selecting targets for punishment than asking questions.

It feels like a catharsis, Song Yi thought.

This process continued, and most of those selected were NPCs, with only a small number of players. Also, when there was a punishment, the pain was only for a moment, and they could watch others get beaten, but starting to resist might be another story, so no one raised any objections.

She stopped moving until the bell rang for the end of get out of class. She closed the eyes of the head in her hands, like a robot that had been turned off. She no longer spoke, and made no unnecessary movements. She turned around and staggered towards the classroom.

The blood trailed a path on the ground.

The classroom was still quiet. After a few seconds, a player laughed, came close to his teammates and whispered something. The classroom seemed to be awakened and more noises began to appear.

Those who need to study should study, those who need to go to the toilet should go to the toilet, and those who need to go out to chat should go out.

Jasmine was the latter, and Song Yi was another type, the type who was "called out". Jasmine gestured to him, obviously having something to say.

They had just left the classroom and were still in the corridor when Jasmine turned sideways and asked:

"Where's the little bird?"

"What?" Song Yi asked subconsciously, then realized that he should be asking about Mu Yun. Jasmine was not familiar with this person, so he explained: "Mu Yun? I didn't call him out, are you looking for him?"

Jasmine sighed and said, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't come. I just think he might understand better. But... there is an important news that you must know."

Following her words, Song Yi also became serious and waited for the subsequent speeches.

Jasmine did not disappoint him and said slowly, "I know the teacher just now. She is Xiao Hai's mother."

“You may not know Xiao Hai, but just yesterday, she was sitting in the classroom.”

"I can't confirm whether she died because of Xiao Hai's death, or Xiao Hai died because she became like this."