Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi's body swayed slightly and his head felt dizzy. Then a snow screen flashed by quickly, followed by a burst of garbled characters. When he came to his senses, he saw a familiar scene in front of him.

He was in front of him at the school gate, with the remaining players by his side. It was already a "new day" after the save file was loaded.

...Yes, the four of them had good ideas, but there was really no one who could persuade them. While they were still in the thinking stage, they could just skip the possibilities and not worry about it anymore.

Song Yi said in his heart: "Noah's Ark, come out and explain, where is the late night segment?"

"Because the players were too tired, they fell asleep at night and missed the last round of activities."

The system responded quickly, but the answer was a bit vague, as if it was avoiding the main issue, and it was still unsatisfactory.

Song Yi raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Only me?"

A few seconds later, the window of the guard room opened and the system prompt sounded, saying:

"All players present."

Song Yi smiled silently, breathed a sigh of relief, followed the main group, and set foot on the familiar road again, while not forgetting to observe the others.

As expected, a new day came and one less person appeared. During their sleepy night, the dangers of the late night were still lingering.

What surprised him was that the missing person was Xia Hao, who had done nothing "wrong" yesterday. Song Yi's heart skipped a beat, and so did the other players. The atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the classroom door and entered the classroom one by one according to the order.

It was just during this period that their eyes met briefly, and they both saw a slight worry in each other's gaze.

Yesterday, from class to lunch, the schedule was tight and everyone was together almost the entire time. They were doing what Xia Hao did. Because of this, everyone knew more clearly that Xia Hao did not violate any rules. The only possibility was that... the contracted person was dead.

Song Yi had a bad feeling.

He turned his head and wanted to talk to his teammates, but first saw Mu Yun behind him. His face was pale and it was obvious that he was not in good condition.

Song Yi asked in a low voice: "What happened to Sui Yuesheng?"

After he asked the question, both of them were stunned. Not only did the other party not expect it, he also couldn't understand why he would subconsciously say that.

But soon, there was no need to dwell on this, as they followed the team into the classroom and would soon be at Muyun's desk. There were some things they had to say quickly.

Mu Yun said hurriedly: "…Not good, I can feel that he is afraid and uneasy."

As he spoke, Mu Yun shook his head slightly, as if he had some guesses but was in doubt. Song Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

As they passed each other, Mu Yun added, "But it's strange, there was no sense of crisis, it was as if he was simply frightened."

Song Yi nodded again. Compared to the other party's doubts, he understood it easily.

After all, he is the protagonist. It is normal for him to encounter danger and it is also normal for him to turn danger into safety.

Therefore, he did not give it any thought, and did not think it had anything to do with his "weak and innocent" boss Yan.

Song Yi was even a little anxious. With the protagonist in danger, he wanted to see Dao Yan Changyue even more. Not to mention that it was still a long time before night, even the day he had finally made it through yesterday was skipped.

Wait, why did they skip the night? Why were they so tired?

Song Yi perked up and began to recall yesterday's experience. There was almost no need to guess, just a simple elimination.

In the first class, some students were punished but some were not, so the condition of “everyone is tired” was not met. They did eat in the cafeteria, but with yesterday’s precedent, the problem could only occur in the “art class”.

He decided in his mind that if he still had art class, he would find an excuse to skip it just to be on the safe side.

Now we still have to go to class. Except for two empty seats, the rest are occupied. The class bell rings again and the classroom door opens again with a creaking sound. Only two days have passed, but it feels like at least two years.

Song Yi made a note of this in his mind and his eyes fell on the new teacher, who was also a female teacher.

Unlike last night, this one was more special. Her body was twisted and she had to hold on to her waist and back to move forward. Even so, parts of her body kept falling off as she slowly moved forward.

She had no choice but to pick up the trash as she walked, which sounded a bit helpless, but compared to the word "embarrassed", a terrifying chill was spreading as she moved.

Obviously it's not on the same level as yesterday.

Song Yi thought: This is normal, after all, it is related to Xia Hao. But such a strong person can die, how dangerous it would be for Yan Changyue to be alone.

He was worried for a second, but then he didn't think about it anymore, because the woman had already walked to the podium. From that moment on, she was the teacher of this class, and the classroom began to operate according to her rules.

The class was also more brutal than yesterday.

When the teacher picked up his hand and raised it, the three words "Music Class" popped up on the blackboard. They were still ordinary white, written with chalk, and had a clear powdery feel.

I just did some "beautification" around the fonts and drew the shape of "liquid flow" as if it were flowing. If I changed the color, it would definitely be a horror theme.

Even so, a sense of oppression came with it, and all the players could feel it and became involuntarily alert.

The next moment, a hoarse voice sounded, not from her mouth, but from the air, from each of their ears, slowly saying:

"Table, no."

Song Yi jumped up subconsciously, completely on instinct. As soon as he stood up, he turned sideways and moved closer to the wall behind him.

Because of his action, he just happened to avoid the chair. The tables and chairs in the classroom moved wildly. As she spoke, they moved towards the three walls. With a piercing sound, they crashed into the walls together with the students who had no time to react.

The sound of collision, screams, and cries for help...

The voices mixed together and the classroom became chaotic, from a place of learning to, in a sense, a slaughterhouse for the undead, but no one rushed to the door.

Song Yi noticed this, he turned around, followed this line, and began to rescue the students who were stuck between the tables and chairs one by one.

The same was true for the other players. As soon as they recovered from their shock, they began to rescue people urgently. It was not because they were kind-hearted, but it was just the beginning. Judging from the performance of this teacher, this class would not be easy for everyone.

The more people alive, the safer they are.

The next moment, there was a sound of exhalation, and everyone turned their heads reflexively and looked towards the podium.

The teacher was shaking, as if he couldn't stand steadily. His body began to tilt, and he slowly bent down and lay on the podium. Only his right hand was still raised high.

"Now, let's start the class. I like..."

She said it again, and with the sound, this time it was the "body" that moved, not the student's, but the teacher's.

As if an invisible thread connected her body along with the words, the teacher suddenly stood up, lowered her hands, placed them in front of her body with her fingertips facing each other, and made a ballet hand position.

Then she took a step forward and almost instantly leapt into the crowd.

She stretched out her hand gracefully towards the nearest classmate, her fingertips resting on the classmate's shoulder. Her round fingertips were not long, but under the light, they emitted a cold glow.