The solemn and serious history of cannon fodder struggle

A cool breeze was blowing in from the window, and the two people by the window were talking quietly.The same black school uniform, the white horizontal stripes are the only decoration of the black school uniform, and the inside is a white shirt.The girl was wearing a short skirt and had a small face. She was amused by the boy sitting by the window.

The teacher came down the corridor and the students fell silent.

Because the sky outside is a little dark.The lights were on in the classroom.The teacher wore black-rimmed glasses and had a kind face. He said, "This is Xu Bin who transferred to our class today. Everyone get along well—you should sit in the back there. Shu Ya, he doesn't have a textbook yet. You and him He uses it together."

The boy was a little handsome, with wheat-colored skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he grinned in this direction. At that moment, even the sun could not compare to his bright smile.

"Wow--"

"So handsome!"

The students talked a lot, not only the girls, but even the boys couldn't help but have this kind of thought in their hearts, and they all had a good impression of him.

Little A's smile deepened, she didn't expect to be so popular.He walked towards the empty spot, sat down, and put down his backpack.

The seats in the classroom are arranged in five rows and six rows, single seats, he is sitting in the third row and sixth row, the girl named Shu Ya is sitting in four rows and six rows, and the one next to the window is a boy.

Looking to the right, there is a little fat man with a playful smile on his face, and he seems to be easy to get along with. Sitting at the back door is a ruffian-type boy with his legs crossed.

Little A moved her position and leaned towards Shu Ya. The girl lowered her head, her face flushed slightly. She carefully tilted the book a little so that both of them could read it.

Ah... math.

Little A's face instantly turned bitter. He had already forgotten his math knowledge, and...he didn't intend to study hard.The teacher above began to give a lecture, and Xiao A felt dizzy, so he went to see this girl.

With crystal white skin and a small face, she lowered her head, holding a ballpoint pen in her fingers, and writing on the book.

Hello there.

Little A picked up her pencil and wrote below.

Hello, I'm Xu Bin.

I am Shuya.

The two wrote a little bit, and both felt that it was too plain.Little A then wrote... How long will it be after class?

... just started class.Shu Ya looked at him speechlessly.

Then help me look at it, I'll get some sleep.

Xiao A propped his forehead and made a gesture of listening carefully, but actually closed his eyes and took a nap.Thick black hair, thick black eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on his cheeks, three buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a beautiful collarbone and a chest as smooth as silk. The black school uniform on him showed a trace of abstinence, a trace of sexy.

Shu Ya looked away, feeling a faint throbbing in her heart.

"Shu Ya..." The boy who had whispered to Shu Ya earlier called her.The girl turned her head and smiled at him.

A little smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

[The basketball player is the third student killed by a ghost. 】

Little A opened his eyes. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep lying on the table.The classroom is very lively, Shu Ya is talking to a group of girls, laughing and laughing, looking very happy.

Moving back his chair, Little A rubbed his forehead.What's the message that just came, come on?

There seems to be something wrong.

[The basketball player is the third student killed by a ghost. 】

--and many more!

[The basketball player is the third student killed by a ghost. 】

Little A's face suddenly changed.

He is not afraid of hooligans, lunatics, and zombies, but he is afraid of ghosts!

Can't catch it, can't see it, jump out suddenly, scare me to death!He looked around, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that the classroom was very gloomy.

Since there are ghosts in this school, I'd better just get out of there.After thinking about it, little A stood up without even taking his backpack, squeezed through the student doors piled up in the aisle, and walked outside.

This teaching building is already a bit old.He went out and entered the enclosed corridor. The walls on both sides were covered with white porcelain, the upper part was gray and white concrete walls, and a lamp ten meters long stretched far away.

There was no sound in the corridor, Little A was dazed, wondering what was wrong... Looking back, the classroom door had been closed at some point.The spray paint was dull and peeling, and there were scratches on the lime green door.

The curtains were closed tightly, and there was no sound in the classroom.

The classroom was obviously noisy just now...Little A swallowed, and a picture appeared in his mind. Behind the curtains, in the dark classroom, those students were silent, with pale faces facing the window, staring at him expressionlessly. curtain……

And he was standing outside the window.

Silence, silence, like a perpetual confrontation, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Xiao A didn't even dare to take a big breath, he didn't know why the classroom was suddenly quiet, and he didn't know if it was full of people or if there was no one...

He didn't dare to move, as if if he moved, he would be stared at by something terrible...

So, don't be a ghost.Little A, who wanted to cry without tears, stood stiffly. The corridor was on the left and right, and the stairs were more than 30 meters away on the left. It was a mess, standing solemnly, as if he had a heavy heart.In the entire space, the only sound that could be heard was his breathing.

Little A frowned. He smelled a musty smell, but it seemed to be different. The musty smell of rotten oranges was mixed with a sweet and cloying aroma. The two flavors were mixed. Together, it smells disgusting.

"Jingle Bell--"

The loud ringing that pierced through the eardrums made Xiao A's heart throb, and he tilted his right wrist while propping his forehead. The sudden weightlessness made his heart contract, and he opened his dry and heavy eyelids, dazed.

He was still sitting next to Shu Ya's seat.

The girl looked at him with a smile, "Are you awake?" She shook her hand, her fingers flickering in front of her eyes.Little A closed his eyes and opened them again. He felt much better. The noisy voices of his classmates became clear in his ears. He felt a little cold on his forehead. When he touched it, his hands were covered with cold sweat.

Was that just a dream?

True or false... What about the message from the A-shaped pendant?The heroine...Little A looked at Shu Ya. He hadn't looked carefully before, but this girl did have the aura of a protagonist.

This kind of breath is light and misty.

really weird.

"It's so hot." Shu Ya muttered softly.

Little A unbuttoned his black school uniform. He also found that the classroom was very hot and stuffy. There were messy strings of wires on the ceiling, and there were four fluorescent tubes in total. The fluorescent lamp above their heads had long since gone out, so it was very dark here.

In the middle is the fan.

Little A came to this world in the morning.

He was taking a shower at that time when a woman broke in, nagging and urging him.

It seems to be the mother of the original body.

She's pretty and petite, but she's more of a babbler than a bomber.Little A was dizzy and confused by what she said, and was sent to this school, and then brought up by the head teacher.

Glancing in the car, I found that the streets are not very prosperous, and those shops all have an old atmosphere, a small town, and a relatively backward era.

Now that I think about it, ghosts are most likely to appear in this environment.Little A stood up and looked around vigilantly.

Very good, no matter whether there are ghosts or not, he doesn't want to stay in this school.

He is leaving!

Senior's mission - he doesn't care!Little A, who always followed his temper, left the classroom resolutely.

There were many people fighting in the corridor, but the weird scene in the dream did not appear, Xiao A breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the stairwell as if nothing had happened.

I still remember that the teacher said that their classroom has four floors.Go down to A and look at the empty stairs, but can't go down.

How do you feel... the stairs are abnormally dark.